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)