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and when the overwriting is thick....too thick to read between lines.......we call the lightening brigade to save the day....when worries fill the closet......thoughts explode like gas chambers......we call the fueling station.....to send in the extras......fan the flames to warm the night......smoke the woods to fog the day........screen the mistakes of ours... and pass by the hearth of the farm cook.........till the day brightens the wayside.......i cure my cough of truth.....and swallow it all.......to mull over it some other day........i tread softly down the park into the hearts of the enemical....only to find the home cures of a once lost generation.....i tryst their troupe down the path......laughing as they draw another joke out of their hats............brief but just enough to catch the catcher.......playing the fool......loafing around with some dimsum pals........just before they make a quick verbal getaway as if into 'another' world.......quick to point out their silliness.......to myself, i depart from them to spin a story of their own making.
tumults and rofls apart.....i ingest my smile to turn the corner back to my door......hardly musing at the other feathery displays jaunting along the wayside.......typical crass brass.......rofl

Prayer

And then there were some such as you who forgot their troubles......and let them go.......there was no end in sight .....to which the whole world was about to bow in subordination.....but before the blasting light of the Supersoul, no maya could stay condensed as it stays before those who forget the Name and the Source......then there were also those who chose to stay sidelined and watch out of fear and curiosity........there was no end to their fears for they missed the bus.....for so they had thought but their regret turned to joy when they discovered the light reflecting in their minds and they were no longer afraid......for they thanked the Lord with intensity of remembrance....the play was at an end and then they all rallied around the Light that led them home.......singing songs of joy that read like a prayer........rising like incense to waft away into hearts and minds of the joyous congregation..

Silence

Silence......in truth, in form descending from the lighting firmament......descending into my heart.......forever........sending pure waves of love......rippling into the realms......peace calling out to me from these valleys and farms of love and life.......through truth, realization of being residing in Super-being...... dreams apart and sundering like a breaking iceberg.........these cool waters of sublime ecstasy........dripping into the center of these fields of glory and love.....till the proverbial seeds touch heaven

Guitar

thrumming away a lonely guitar....it wakes me up.....the sound of your voice////////the wake of your words......send me emotionally unwinding in a rare space of freerise.........the soul of yours is a gem that can't be encapsulated in words........the feast for my starved senses......i welcome you in my arms.........i wish there could be more contact here......no buts or ifs i walk over ......to let you swing in these arms........i stay alone.....i wait none longer......i stretch into the weft and cleave of your heart's gravity.........i story that can't be retold too simply any more .....i wave this chit of paper and let the wind carry it away on wings of a dove.......of heaven ......your home these level plains...... of my heart......i waver no more ....i caress your love in those livid eyes of yours.......i care no more i try no more to try..... i swing in these dileria......wash me away over to you my waves of love.....wash me near your heart's coasts......dearly nestled in these arms... flesh and blood .....for a pound of mine........now in your soul....rests my love............a dream that has become a memory.

Tommorow

Melody

Dil mein the jo sawaal woh bikhar gaye badal bankar
seene mein tha jo ros wo bisar gaya koi sapna hokar
Ab rehti hai toh bas ek tmanna tumse milne ki kisi roz
jo hai chupa gulistan woh mehek jaayega.....
pyaar ka woh jharna fir umad aayega......

iss aas se hi guzaarish karte hain
ki paas se na ab guzar jaana
woh jo kehte the kal aayega
wo aaya aur na kahin ab guzar jaayega
jo tumhe apna hi maana
toh kya hai khoya kabhi aur kya hai paana

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Fissure in the timelessness of this peace...........sends a ringing in my head..........working down the spine...............can't really stop the wonder......from dragging down my attention.........into sadness that's burning out like a candle...........finally smoking away my worries...........into a reason to live and live on..............yes ....away into the night........peacelessness can never threaten my composure............as it fades away with the last casual swipes of its worn out destructive power...........heated battle is no longer the order of the day as the will to survive precedes and overrides all contrary impulses....freedom to gain.....a ransom to bring down the sweet rain.......dreams draw close........to the ending of this streak of struggling and fighting.......a reminder of the remaining tension.......acuteness of treason and treachery of emotive energies.....that mislead like shimmering mirages a weary soul....come to closure of its heyday.....a reason to forgive all and forget all and forge anew the bonds of light and life.....Doing the best we take charge of our own......once more