CELESTIAL SPOTLIGHT (POEMS)

  

 

CELESTIAL SPOTLIGHT

 

non-shaping  brittle mind ore

and

the no-form world would be soar,

after chiseled eternal granite-rocky bases,

walls of desires

the core of soul buried under

the celestial spotlight

scribbled

and can decipher it.

 

 

CARRIER

 

My mortal residue

carrier

I, myself,

towards into

the black hole

 

 

PAGES

 

Like the sun

the shadow also sets,

but

without horizon,

 

if you like to write,

you can use

pages of both hearts

 

 

LEAVES

 

Not a bit of

Juicy fertile soil

in mind earth

planting the seeds,

that will be formed as

X-mass tree leaves

 

 

ONE HEART OF BOTH SOULS

 

Two drops of love dews

wishing to pray,

Sweaty nude finger touches

Not abyss affection

Before understanding this

Toxic, foul-smelling had

filled with septic breathes,

 

My vivid house

That stays in the house,

One heart of two souls.

 

 

TIME

 

Vast time,

I've been out of time,

So, I failed to decipher

the existence of time,

Ever noble gaseous,

Ever inwardness aquatic,

ever mingle of both statuses,

huge, transformation

and conversion atom to atom

In these insignificant cells' life

Oh, Lord, in the vast universe

How do I perceive?

Your grandiose time

My humble life

Your infinite time

My ever destination.

 

 

SHAKESPEARE

 

Your flint wit

coat of feelings

still preserved,

like the pearled brain of a serpent,

strongest soluble words

those waves are nowhere

to be found

bulking of sand and

sandstorm,

stupid greyed shadows

as the feeble cloud

flies away farthest

in the legend sky of time.

 

 

AN ART

 

Never as pale cirrus cloud

and an ephemeral painting of twilight too,

be floating indigo sky,

become a dreamy rainy cloud flock,

onto it, white herons depict

as a celestial art,

desirable,

peace

always

waits to wet.

 

 

POSITION

unfurl sky

moving stars' ash

measures your

angular distance

shading

on geometric existence

 

 

THE PATH OF HELL

 

dancing with vulture ghost,

spooky broken

graveyard wall

whispers queerly and shimmering

eerie fireflies' beam intermittently.

lonely lore,

rises afar ode from the snowy village,

as a plume of meteor ash.

my shivering shadows

unfurl curve of uneven

hell path

and pulls me downwards

into monster dark

 

 

CHARACTER

 

love never be blind,

could renew your blindness,

 

 

OBSTACLES

 

obstacles are not any bump

unless you wear makeup

slush is not a rude grime

unless you think so

the chain of luxury demising,

the saffron sun will rise,

at the end of defaming,

if you stay awake

at keen aim

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

LEGIT STREET GIRL (STORY)

 

LEGIT STREET GIRL 

 With a kiss on the thin sick child's face, Vinu went out with a briefcase in his hand. When he came out of the house, he saw with very bored eyes, a dried fruit hanging on the branch of an unknown tree, his fate did not give him time to grow up. Life is very strange and peculiar. 

Although the ecstasy of Christmas has not gone away, with it came another very fun day, the holiday. Today is New Year. A new year begins in the world, not to leave the old one, the plan of that’s unfinished work begins. Old garbage should not be kept in the house, likewise, so the earth changes the seasons to decorate itself. The sun and the wind became vivid dreams of the happiness of the next day. All around today is just a tide of joy. But Vinu has a nightmare in his mind, it is growing day by day. As he walked, he sank into the abyss of thought again. 

“How many celebrations at the house of friends today! None of them deprived me. They have done or are doing as they wish, although many feel that they are not as happy as before. Some of them lost their job during this lock-down and became unemployed anew.” 

The pressure on the mind keeps increasing, so he can't concentrate on anything nowadays. He is the manager of “Rahman and Brothers Brickfield Company.” And a little further on, he will sit comfortably under his favorite tree. This tree carries old memories. This was where his first love with his girlfriend named Mukul started. She was a sullied girl but brilliant. He was walking on that familiar road by the side of the Bhagirathi river on foot carelessly as if he feels good walking today. The mind was swaying in the wind of a hotch-potch memoir. The murmur of the river and the chirping of the birds have created a beautiful atmosphere. Sick mother and nephew at home, she is not able to eradicate their disease despite hundreds of fruitful attempts. From afar, secluded road, beginning of the afternoon. Time never waits. Someone called him, no response still. 

But he did not want to give up hope. One problem has at home and another problem was at the worksite. The misdeeds of his master's son are there, he knows. So, he can't leave, he can't concentrate on work. With a warm sigh, he slowly stepped forward and saw a temple. Although his door was closed. He leaned his head against the door and stepped forward. Suddenly, an uncontrolled Maruti van was misplaced, hit him, dropped his briefcase, and stumbled on an electric lamp post. 

He became wounded and unconscious. At midnight he woke up and a painful head injury revealed the accidental events. The killer van was caught by some pedestrian and a street girl.

 

II 

"Mom, why do you sketch on uncle's work again and again?" 

“He is your uncle but my God cum Angel, my dear.”

“Not at all. Isn’t? He is not a loyal person.”

“Stop, chatter, chatter, don't repeat again.”

The boy also added,

“Your hardship is growing day by day he never visits our home so far. Your bad diseases are not curable, I know from doctor uncle. Then what happens? Mom” 

“Your father has for you.” 

“He is a scoundrel, leave it.” 

"Good night, Mom."

"Good night."

 The next day morning, after a long gap, she went out with her vegetable shop in a moveable van as other days. 

During working on the roadside, hurriedly

she noted the killer van’s number on the accidental spot. When Vinu heard that number, he was surprised because that vehicle was very well-known by Brik field companies. A flock of clouds gathered in his mind but not raining so far. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

SPIRITUAL ESSAY-PART-I

 

 

SPIRITUAL ESSAY-PART-I 

 Everyone has an idea about the existence of life. I am here to share my feelings only those are, the glimpse of the experience of meditations. Many talented people have analyzed in many ways. I am trying to explain in a somewhat simplest way, easily absorb in reader’s mind. 

Soul, (you) 

Brahman, (mediator knowledge) 

and Absolute Brahman that is the supernatural power of the universe. (God) 

The heart and the brain are two vital organs of the living being, where everything is examined and monitored. And the existence of successful people starts from here. They are known very well these. Both organs driven by senses have two integral parts, negative indicated and positive, which build up from the unconscious and conscious mind. Slow and superfast process. If your mind is clean, then your heart is must be free and fair. So, the ball of your coat is thrown to succeeder or other fruitful branches. Never think that you are nothing for doing anything right to act as a player or semi planner. Only God has the right to play with the pilgrim's destiny, not you. Let, think about you are a sand particle/molecule of the mundane dune. Money power is for the jiffy game, nothing else. Mightiness failed to chase the little invisible toxic virus too. How are you so proud? Please observe this humble question and go-ahead to cross the divine river. Human life is only a one-time golden offer/opportunity no second chance comes again. Never waste/abuse it nerd as a moron. The soul will leave the body once on transformation, Yet from the mind Desire might not erase. 

When we plan to do something good, we start preparing well in advance, In the same way, if Bhagwat (DIVINE) wants to surrender himself in love, then why delay! If I think, life is like a land of garden I want to see righteous(celestial) trees in it, Need water, fertile soil, well seeds, and a suitable environment. Here water or juice is the right devotion, the soil is the holy land of the mind, and faith is the seed or goal that is a portrait of God.

 When one person like you, follows you and would be imitated you, that time, what’re your feelings, are you angry with him/her or pleased? It is depending upon you. Accordingly, you took action legally, but one soul who follows the above same steps, what’s your role, please. Just imagine, it’s happened with your soul, then you will pray for the ultimate soul that is God. No way other. That is my point of view. 

 Our vital parts mean heart and memory are like imaginary bottle shapes, one bottle but has many bottle-necks, and the mouths are too narrow. If you trying to gather any holy celestial substance in various forms, you can’t succeed and will be a lot of time wasted. So, easily for sucking those divine power by a great funnel that is the ideal great master (Guru)who helps you to solve these steps. If you can select a wise full honest guru, you may be smooth move forward otherwise not. 

  

Incredible but true Events, 

Once upon a time, a milk seller was returning home very sadly from a forest road by a river. He was honest, so his message was not sweet. In reality, there is a dearth of such people, he carrying unsold milk, seeing at a corner of the forest the fire was burning, and he heard a howl. He is very kind. So, he went there and did not see anyone, but the sound was coming. At first, he thought, maybe his mind was fatigued wrong, then it became clearer gradually. Then, without thinking, as he poured milk into the fire, remembering the God, the cry subsided. At night he got a message during sleep that was God’s message. 

Then he built a hut-type Divine place there. Day by day pilgrims came. The milkman became healthy and wealthy gradually.