Embrace
May be
That is also love.
Letting my tears wet you.
A fire is kept above a candle.
The candle melts
Like teardrops hug the candle.
The candle changes its shape.
A wax lotus,
A tree
Surrounded by moss,
A child playing in mud.
The breeze of spring passes over,
A chat on rooftop arena.
Does anything make sense?
A shadowy evening
The lamp near the basil tree
Lying on a cot made of rope
Tuning into the darkness.
Impulse
To you
It is a necessary evil.
But I love that evil.
I can not differentiate
Between the good and the evil.
I get attracted to it
Like the limited to the limitless.
The dark midnight sky
Takes us back to the
Beginning of time
To the dance of creation.
It is the dance of creation
An enigma
Running through every cell
Multiplying in my body.
It is the force
That attracts us
We can not escape it
Like the four forces
That keeps the universe together.
They say
It is the highest form
Of aestheticism
The sweetness of romance.
The ecstacy, the bliss.
What is so wrong with the senses?
It is through this senses
That we enjoy the beauty of nature.
Will someday someone
Put a question mark on it too?
I do not know what it is.
But in my dreams
It is always
A gateway to peace
To liberty.
Losing myself
Mind body soul.
Giving up my existence
Without caring about any shackles
A complete surrender
To the all encompassing love.
Writing good comments is hard, but it's especially hard with poetry.
The imagery in the beginning and the twist after every other sentence, which throws the reader in to a deep thought which searches in to the unexpected revelation at the end. Good poem. This is what I read in it, behind the line's words and an occasional silence between the lines ! I am looking forward to more such poems from you Vyapti.
"Without caring about any shackles
A complete surrender
To the all encompassing love."
Love is an enigma, an oozing energy for creation, a recreation in the troubled lives of human beings.
Originally posted by: Viswasruti
Writing good comments is hard, but it's especially hard with poetry.
The imagery in the beginning and the twist after every other sentence, which throws the reader in to a deep thought which searches in to the unexpected revelation at the end. Good poem. This is what I read in it, behind the line's words and an occasional silence between the lines ! I am looking forward to more such poems from you Vyapti.
"Without caring about any shackles
A complete surrender
To the all encompassing love."
Love is an enigma, an oozing energy for creation, a recreation in the troubled lives of human beings.
Thank you Madhuri. ❤️❤️
I wrote it in January actually. Posted it in RK forum then. But I was scared whether I will be hated for posting such a bold poem. So did not post it here.
Now a days I am suffering from writer's block.
Woman, the Illusion
Do you know what I wish?
I wish
This body, this me, this whole existence
Turn into a flower.
No let it turn into white smoke
Incensed yet not carcinogenic.
With its everything
That flower shall embrace
You!
Moments after moments
It shall enchant you.
You shall let yourself be pleasured by me,
A woman, a mere illusion.
Time will stand still,
Past present and future
Will converge
Into a point.
Forever
If it is about you dear,
You are mine forever.
Nothing exists
That can separate us.
You are the bond of love,
Tears of myriad colors.
Some of us though
Have the audacity
To run a business
Out of tears.
Have the audacity to run a business out of tears. ---- this line explains the gist of the poem Vyapti. Nice poem.Forever
If it is about you dear,
You are mine forever.
Nothing exists
That can separate us.
You are the bond of love,
Tears of myriad colors.
Some of us though
Have the audacity
To run a business
Out of tears.
Originally posted by: Viswasruti
Have the audacity to run a business out of tears. ---- this line explains the gist of the poem Vyapti. Nice poem.
Thank you 🥳
I wrote this yesterday in Bengali. Translated it mainly for you. Though the poem got a little altered in translation.
Dead Butterfly
Do I desire you?
No, the way others desire you
I do not desire you like that.
Yet not a moment is spent
Without you.
Pain, fear, mistakes, accidents
Creates the notion that
Because I can not love you like others
You take revenge on me.
Accidents happen one after another.
What you have given me is exceptional.
And yet
To how many
Have you given so much pain?
I have heard
You inflict pain on everyone,
You love to inflict pain.
Suffering is a gift of your love
And those who can love you
In spite of that
Are the ones who love you truly.
I don’t have so much perseverance
Pain hurts me too much.
I can’t accept
You as cruel.
It is better
If you are dead
With my death as a consequence.
Oh I forgot,
To you life and death are same
Grief a sign of weakness,
But love is fulfilment.
Dear, how can someone
Whom nothing can hurt
Have the heart to love?
Let us stop this nonsense conversation.
After all I can never reach you,
Love, logic, service
Everything fails.
Remain as this all pervading pain,
The pain when loved
Returns it as pain.
The pain that is
The other side of bliss,
Nullity split into two.
Let it be.
At some moments
Suddenly this pain
Takes the form of bliss,
Nullity is not what I want.
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