Smeared with the Holy Ash

I found Him standing on the entrance of that 'Spanda' Hall;

Time was ticking so fast but it appeared to be illusion for my mind at first.

A few minutes later, I found the Lord Shiva standing with his 'Thrisul' at a reachable distance.

Revealtions of the Divine Being echo the everlasting ecstasy in communion.

I am inseparable from the boundlessness of grace inbuilt in the Eternity.

"What am I supposed to be? 

Who am I?"  are unanswered questions in my quest.

Being and Becoming are not etched in the rationalist proportions of free will.

I am yet to discover what it is to drink the elixir of ecstatic oneness, though I meditate on and off.

My blissful love sinks in my daily routine.

I am being created by the bliss of all that the Universe moulds me in the flow of time.

I stay blessed with whatever I am doing.

My quietitude synergises with sarcastic simulations done by a few to obscure my creativity.

We are born with fire to strive beyond the known boundaries.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,July25,2023)

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Her Blushing Cheeks of Sanguine Love

Imitation is all over;

She smears the bliss of 

Star lit Moon on her attires.

Glistening eyes sparkle her wisdom of the worldly wonders.

Mincing the words of blissful wisdom, her besties rest around her poise.

I seek her company in a secluded place.

Pillars of the past get drenched in the weird wirings of human nerves,

spiiling over the mosaic of who we are, and what we sympathise for, in genuine compassion.

Hiccups are silenced by the miracles of her pristine blush in love.

I am lost in her eyes

 longing for all that I am,

 but steaming the noisy mind

 to cocoon around my mission in life.

Everything is born 

in the cosmic communion 

beyond all our sensible utopia of epistemology and ontology.

I drape my intelligence 

over my egoistic splurge.

Life is a listening festival

for those in love with learning.

Enticing the brink of silence,

I am always immersed in her aura.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,July 20,2023)

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Disturbances of Quacks

Disturbances of Quacks

Demagogues deny access of all that I am in crooked ways.

Their misery misdirects everything throughout the day and night.

I begin my story with the fathomless past.

None strives out to sketch the unknown bliss of ecstatic oneness with the universe.

The self is the author of who we are on all occasions.

Shadows sink in light and get dwarfed in the  darkness of love lit night.

Nights blossom with longings for a few.

Our stardom with nightmares gets eclipsed.

I drink my time in space, as if I am a timeless eternal creature born with splendor.

I am what I am even when I stay out of all that I do.

I am not shadowed by anyone at any time.

My colours splash of nothingness found in the horizons of yesterday.

I capture my muses on and off.

My love for poetry never ends.

I love all that becomes poetry of love and life.

Our love echoes in the dawns of Heaven.

The Father of Heaven wakes up with the blissful communion.

Love etches itself beyond boundaries known in my mind and heart.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan,20 July,2023)

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