Thriving beyond the nepotism

Tumultuous sacrileges are done with the business vampires.

Death knells of love light the bliss of immaculate heart.

Shrinking her space, the earth gives way to the oceans.

Buttered and battered are her resources, she showers her life with boundless energy.

Mystery envelops the volcanoes to burn for the oceans.

Helpless are her waves of love, as the toxic waste gets dumped into her body everyday.

We snigger at the moment of existence and spin on the wheels of fortune.

The lady of luck spices us up with good news.

Nothing remains on the brink for ever.

"I am what I am,"says the Clairvoyant.

Messiahs of the Earth sense the pulse of devastation in war.

Babies cry aloud with the blasts all at once.

Wiping the tears of love, mothers beg for peace.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 07,2022)( All rights reserved)

Foliage of Green leaves

Green leaves love the glow of light.

Trust the bliss of Luminance of love and light.

Stretching out of the blissful love,one strives to spin the wheel of fortune.

Magic of beauties sculpt in nature, unveil their minds of the myopic cosmogony.

Dews of the Day fall on the meadows of the Earth.

Yellow piles of leaves dance in the air.

Nothing exists in vacuousness of hedonism.

Flowers of the palace smile on her arrival.

She sinks in the boiling point of springs lost in their ways to eternity.

Hip-hop music of our vegabonds brim with ecstasy emnating from the ocean of love.

(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,23/September/2022)

Our cat mother's sorrowful days

Our cat lost her kitten on an eventful night.

Our neighbour's dogs had finished her kitten off.

Poor kitten didn't live thereafter.

We couldn't trace the baby steps of the kitten.

It was a sudden reckoner to whisper the power of destiny.

Love knows no bounds.

The cat mother could not console herself for the past two days.

Mewing all the time,she cries for her murdered kitten.

Nothing exists in vacuousness.

We couldn't console her so much.

No words!

Her tears have no bounds!

Our solace is in her solitude.

She lives in her nostalgia.

Time is the greatest tide of life.

(Copyright ©: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, September 05,2022)

Shadowboxing the clueless comics

Shadows are utterly ferocious in sudden flash of light, to dissolve instantly.

Binaries are free to time out soon.

Simulacra can be the cosmic replication of the eternal mimetic dancer.

Triumphs of love dip in the morning and evening with the fortitude of values.

Sepulchral sedation dies in nothingness.

I live with myself in a cosmos of bliss lingering in love.

What am I doing now with my shadows of love?

I spill myself in the ocean of oneness.

Meditations mix up with the flow of love in every realm.

I spice up myself with whatever I think about in real life.

Dusty rose imitates the fragrance of its past.

Spinning around the wimpy banisters, I perceive the foliages of life sculpt in nothingness.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 04,2023)

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Shy Mimes of Love

Sylvia stitches her love with flamboyant energy and enigmatic smile.

Shyness shipwrecks my lust and love all at once.

Draped beauties of the blues blush pink and purple at times.

Shrill voices smash the rainbow lightenings looming larger-than-life.

Dried leaves of the yester years die in calmness.

Sedate sense of humour husks you out of the bullies bent upon pig-headed obstinacy.

I see my shadow in the light of love beyond the narratives of the narcissism.

Paranoids pitch in for the passionate existence.

Nothing exists in vacuousness.

I am not all that usurps my mind and gets rooted in mindfulness.

(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,15/08/2022 )

Miming the blues of love

Miming the Blues of love,She slips away for ever.

I will usurp the gateways of beneign love.

We never think about our shadows of the past.

Everything is a blessing in disguise.

Limits are off the hook.

I dive deep into her ocean of love.

She smears the holy ash and speaks to her trees of wisdom.

We are known by seeds of thoughts born out of nothingness.

Triumphs of love sing the song of success.

I am lost in the absolute oneness with the Lord Krishna.

None demands for something new.

Born to win the wayward vegabonds.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,30/07/2022)

Radha's Krishna

The Lord Krishna of Guruvayoor is a bliss of love for all.

Devotion syncopates with our souls while listening to His music of ecstasy emnating from his flute.

I murmur "Om Namo Narayana!" and seek His blessings.

Every day begins with chanting of His kirtans.

Enslaved by the bliss of Krishna, I steal the heart of my Vamana.

He is the God of Love for those immersed in His eternal presence.

Krishnaattam is special for those who want to witness the unfolding dramas of love and life.

Saint Vilvamangalam sits in utter solace to sync with the Lord Krishna's flute notes.

God Krishna is the Alpha and Omega of life and love.

Sarvame Narayanam! 

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, July 23,2022) 

Simpletons of Love

Scarecrows drink the honey dews of the roses dancing in the dawn.

Silence melts my heart and soul to love thy echoes.

We live on the edges of our sins spinning our web of destiny.

Pillars of love are etched in my soul for silent revolution.

I daydream  about the rainbow dash into Colorado springs of business.

Greed seeds on the soil of stillness.

Freedom fills up the void of my passion.

My poems are naked and shy to blush with miniatures of truthfulness.

I smear the holy ash to lash out the lampooning sadists.

The green flesh of our plantation drinks water enmeshed in the ground.

Spills of the rain sprout my hopes for lush green love with her.

I am a bliss in love looming larger-than-life. (Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,July 22,2022)

Tryst with destiny

 Showers of love captured me by chance.

I am a fabulous devotee of the Rain God, Varunaa.

Shyness is my fiefdom but I shy away from all that I need to dismiss at once.

Silky smooth is my wise ways to make things easier than what I have seen.

Blinking light limits me for some time.

Shockwaves of the doomsday devils disappear.

I smirk on their helplessness and drive myself beyond the scope of her windows.

Timidity is all about being blind and deaf for the brave.

I question myself now and then.

Love is a rainbow looming larger than life.

Fungi in the fields

 Lamentation itches the throat of mourners!

Simmering fire of the past lurk in her minds.

Shadow theatres are free to blast the best of the darkest episodes.

She is a Shadow Queen, lost in eternal wisdom.

Hired by the Universe, is his timely response to tiptoe the blues of love lost in nothingness.

Freedom flips  through our millets of love captured with the essence of life.

Swimming against the spirit of fair play, His blissful time heeds to be crazy with verse.

Dried leaves of autumn drink a lot of water to become one with the soul of the soil.

I fill out the blankness to splash the truth.

Spasmodic coughing drudges the pollutants spread free to drain our fertile lands.

Masking the truth may not be easy to hack our Holy Spiral of Devotion.

Youthful skin care dices up for a quick fix.

Limited edition lies are bound to die soon.

 We are free to win the game beyond the scope of willows.

Our sparrows and parrots love crows' nest.

Sympathy sinks in the name of flowers plucked without the permission of the plants.

Demised gardens drink honey in the heaven.

None knows the blind alleys of greed dripping the meadows.

(Copyright :© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, July 17,2022)

Shadows speak without mimicking the emotions

 Shadows shy away from her emotional diligence.

The Goddess of Moon smears the invincible  web of light.

The God of Sun smiles in radiance at night with Her love.

Synagogues of love remain blissful for ever.

Mysteries of the past live in the efflorescence of the mindlessness.

I silence my shadows in writings, but they seek my solace.

Threads of life fleece the fate of luck.

Crayons are not enough to foist the imagery of edicts,

bouncing back and forth in the tunnels of love.

I am a shadow of the Universal Love,

radiating the glimmering hope of everlasting love.

(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban,Muralidharan,May 12,2022)

Driving beyond the tunnels of love

 Drenched in the showers of love to create a map of mindless oneness,

 I see an ocean of calmness brimming with wisdom.

Shyness shipwrecks our chaos of selfishness and annihilates the blues of frustration.

Missing blinks fly away.

Shrinking shades of life dry up to drive beyond the tunnels of love.

She was a blissful shadow of what she wants to be in love and life.

Her mystic nature faints to be lightless miniature sculpt in the webs of light.

Sudden deviations drive us all out of our focus in a tipsy digital highway.

I drive myself all along the road unto the blissful communion with Buddha.

Chanting Buddha all along and stepping ahead of my failures,

 I lead my life in a sedate solitude.

Seclusion of a Messiah is all the more necessary if you are browned off with wayward wisdom of mundane life.

 (©Copyright:Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, April30,2022)

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The Ellora Caves

The Ellora Caves shine in the radiance of the Buddha's meditation.

Syncopated notes of nostalgia mimic my love for music.

Frozen dreams of love lie in nothingness.

Crayons of the past never colour the realities of the present.

I am a nomad of nothingness spilling the blues of monotonous life.

Waves of wisdom fly fast ahead of all those lost in materiality.

Seers of Gaya sidestep the doors of the consumerism in chaos.

Glimpses of hope are born with wonders.

(Copyright:Mangalaprathaban,M April05,2022)

Drinking the lees of life!

 I am absolutely drunk with passion of love and life.

Life is  a rainbow sparkling with intuitive excellence.

Creation spies on the created realities lost in nothingness.

Wardrobes are of no use, as one can never stifle the voice of the voiceless.

Echoes of eternity call me up for a change.

Mirrors of mystery cry aloud;

I am a mirror for my friends and mystic for others at home.

Something is unknown with everyone.

Challenges are burst with balloons of celebration.

Ducks and cocks are cuckolding sometimes without much of a hullabaloo.

Sniggers sink in my heartless mind.

I am a boundless ocean of poetry flowing everywhere,

whisking all that I have in whispers.

Love needs luck to click the flicks.

I am a Socrates bullied by Lemurian Wisdom.

(Copyright:Mangalparathaban Muralidharan, April01,2022)