The Soul of a Sage

The Soul of a Sage 

The soul of a Sage is immersed in meditation.

Messiahs prophesy life beyond the scope of bindings.

A Pharaoh stays with his  phantom of lies!

Dried leaves dipped in muddy water splash his name everywhere!

He fails to print out the nests of firebirds.

Spiders of yesteryears weave a web of collusion.

Nostradamus was not wrong with his predictions.

Life flows in the bullied valleys of vacuousness.

Sinister sisters fib out a few tales of their fantasy.

The blink of a Captain limits him beyond the scope of bindings.

Notions of the dark Angels work beyond the wonders.

I smile at them for no reason.

Love yields a few roses blossoming in the middle of the thick forest.

Fragrance sinks in the blues of yesteryears.

Arise! A dystopian heaven and its immaculate heart stays in the vicinity.

We live with noisy scenes of love lit dome.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, January 21,2024)

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Synergistic Eclipses

Sun glows as if the immaculate initiative of Cosmos swings at large.

Tightening the grip of the blues, I smile at everything.

Hollow roads of the wicked wane away.

Wisdom benefits us to know the exactitude of Moon lit dome at home.

Mounting on the seclusion, I smear my lamps for a change.

Drying the petals of roses, we keep making a rose jam in honey.

Sweetened with the blissful mix, roses become delicious while soaked in nectarine syrup.

Catharsis symbolises the triumph over the dark web of collusion.

My poems smell the roses blossoming all along the starry night.

I am a spectator capturing the fragrant rhythms of roses.