"sereneness" poems
In the musical magnificence,
Bright-blue reflector movements
cover the melting color of the sky.
Darkness forms a space of eating-
No silence, yet.
White lyrics root in our soul spaces
allowing the vascular happiness
to ‘hold on’ the feelings as being in chains,
as well as in the rhythm of time-
No sadness.
The feelings swell, and branch
in the flowing sounds.
They embellish the souls.
While sparkling, the sounds
spring out from the feelings
into the sereneness-
No falling down.
The souls reach their state of grace
at the ‘human touch’.
White words mean his seducing voice.
The voice makes angles,
dances the spring of minds,
and feeds the ‘soul time’.
The grace dwells ‘ out of the blue’
as being the first scream of the earth.
The ‘human touch ‘ ‘feels like forever’
the seducing voice-
No emptiness.
The angles change at the ‘edge of a dream’.
The inside of hearing blows bluely the words.
The dream is born into a new, decomposable
silence due to the saxophone compositions.
This silence is a canvas
for a red art of nakedness-
No other angle.
From a forgotten corner,
the 'moon dew' comes
To get applause.
No other Joe Cocker.
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 4:52 PM UTC
Found myself centred around this river
As if it were my life, its shallows deepening
Into falling curves and rocky
Foundation, yet cluttered in part
With stagnating **** at other times
Flowing freely and softly engaging me
Without its steaming torrents.
The waterfall thinks it can engulf me and
I consider it at times denying it identity
But sometimes it speaks loudly and refuses
To whisper....’And so you’re there’ I say, and here
Its raging response tumbling me into depths
Out of my control..... or so it thinks.
I emerge for air and breathe in deeply
To sustain me, for when I speak
It is with something resembling coherence
To blag me time from the place of harm
Where it dips sharply and crashes onto slithers
Of icy uncertainty, I begin to wipe my brow clean.
Releasing me from its fooling ways preventing the air
Being squelched from me; take it easy with me
My mind desires you to behave and let me be
Don’t fool me into calm currents only to be tossed
Amongst the white watery crash of boulders rounding
Beneath me, sharp shards covered by your caressing hands
That persuades my innocent eyes to close
To the raging force of veiled kindness
I can remember the ripples of softness that would
Cover my palm with coolness
That dappled in sunlight, reflecting my face
Asking me to admire the stillness
And I believed in the sereneness of the ebb and flow
That sheltered me in fineness with absorbent lining
Reminding me of life absent to the steep slant
Towards the shelled out wreck of my world...burnt out.
Jun 14, 2012
Jun 14, 2012 at 3:34 PM UTC
Those real moments in life.
The way your heart beat slows down and time stops right before a race as you wait for that gun to go off.
The smile on that baby's face when you do something so silly and pure with them.
The ridiculous noise that bursts out of you when you're sincerely laughing with your best friend.
The way your lips blend into theirs when you share a true kiss.
The heart beat rhythm shared during a meaningful hug.
That terrifyingly sweet moment as you open up an AP Test and seal your fate with a good or bad pass.
The day you set off and start a new school.
The feel of the music grooving through your soul at a show.
The sereneness of peace achieved after honest prayer.
The tears that run down your face when your heart gets broken by a loved one.
The quiet time in your room at night, totally undisturbed silence as your thoughts are unleashed.
That loving glance from family given to you when you accomplish a goal.
The moment you pass the finish line of a race and your head is still in race mode.
What is life?
Dec 8, 2012
Dec 8, 2012 at 10:40 PM UTC
Resisting the pressures of past,
the most arduous duty I pursue,
I am sorry for missing myself
and sorry for missing you
in this rugged struggle.
And yet it is not too late
to deeply smile upon today.
So, I have a firm belief,
you'll remember all the past
in peace and sereneness,
time will wash all pains away
and defuse all seriousness.
You'll let me joke, you will see...
And I will feel free with you.
Then pensively I will ask:
'maybe for God to miss you?'
With different beliefs we carry
We both will laugh at this view.
However, with inner confession
only I will have perceived
the severity of my question.
You will just be angry
at my 'frivolous' way
But for me hereafter
the life is not anyway
as strict as a humour.
Strict it's my poetry - my poet me
- my solace neglected by you...
You are always very near,
as unwritten letters of mine,
as untold feelings flying through.
But I can type nothing to you
You are so cruel that
have broken my fingers also...
Just be a bit generous,
at least tell me any way
how without you to overcome
missing - in any meaning -
craving and hard losses?!
Jan 24, 2018
Jan 24, 2018 at 3:00 PM UTC
In the lonely existence of my thoughts,
The only thing I hear is the soft, loud murmur of words exchanging,
The crunch of wrappers,
Opening
Closing
Wrapping
Being thrown,
The creaks of chairs being moved
To
There
And fro,
The sound of bag chains, trays chuted and orders done,
The calming sound of laughter being made and given.
In the lonely existence of my thoughts,
I found sereneness.
With a cup of cold coffee,
Water draining
Evaporating,
Leaving a circled mark of water on the table
And the light passing,
Gave a sense of serendipity,
With the voice of Adele from the speakers.
In my lonely existence,
The sound of low murmurs gave me assurance.
Of something real and human and true,
Of what it’s like to live and feel,
Of empathy and joy.
And on how my lonely existence can be not so lonely,
Even on a mundane fast food chain
Sep 10, 2018
Sep 10, 2018 at 9:22 AM UTC
Midnight light, will you goad my eyes
into the unbelievable sereneness of sleep,
And hush into silence the sleepless trucks
that lines the expanding horizon;
The bicycle man rests his head on his saddle
dreaming of bombing descents and leg stretches,
and the hot streaming aroma of consciousness
on gradient hilltops overlooking blazing mountains
passing the silence of the lakes;
Carefully cruising along the highways of the mind,
going into the light, and ecstasy, and madness;
Revolving, recurring, returning
into deep slumber then onto the frantic going,
along the wearisome expanse of flatland purgatories
then onto the doorsteps of mighty heaven,
rising up into the chill clouds of eternity and nothingness.
I am awake! and Fortuna's capricious wheel is now turning,
now I shall rest my future-looking for my going is now
unfolding!
Jul 3, 2019
Jul 3, 2019 at 7:44 AM UTC
My aspiring faith has the
whelming courteousness.
It is tired of searching
you in the redintegration of
its jammiest sereneness.
The oblivescence wants
to say goodbye!
But the benevolent concern
of emotional readiness,
feels the frabjous joy by
submerging into an
ingratiatingly adorable
world.
-Shivpriya
#beautifulthingsandemotions
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 3:16 PM UTC