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.

Flash of a dawn

Flash of a dawn

I opened the window panes to gaze a galaxy of stars, waving at strangers without any strangeness.

Fuelled by the time of the day, fringes dry out soon to moon around our Pompeii.

Caesar is yet to be identified to claim the throne in Buddha's land of boundless love.

Caesar's wife is always beyond any doubt here and there.

Mark Anthony smiles at Triumvirs.

I drank my frankness to wash away the pastness in the present.

I miss out the links for nothingness whipped out on our sarcasm.

My mind is a canvas dancing with the daffodils of the day.

I smile at them and chat with them in the absolute silence.

Silence is louder than words of wisdom spilled out of sagacity.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 18,2023)

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Fireworks for the day

Cracks of a palace dispel the grey matter.

Dripping lanes of a rainy day spin on the Earth.

Shying away from her sinister designs, the lion licks its paws of power.

Freezing the blues of yesterday's meeting, I wonder at myself and others.

Dogs in the street bark at strangers now and then.

I don't know how she elopes with

 her man of letters  all of a sudden,

 in the bliss of a new moon day.

Everyone cries aloud for someone,

 who sips the silence of our life.

His Holiness is with us forever to shove the way to God, the Omniscient.

I am eating up the lulling moments of love.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, December 02,2023)

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The Elite's Sigma

The Elite's Sigma

Flags fly on and off!

The Sigma of life lies with us.

Never do they allow anyone to hoist the flag of selfless service.

Every iota of life smiles at your homeward.

Thinking all about how his father served the nation with absolute love and commitment, he finds a few staying quite calm in the service.

Creamy layer of the elite enjoy everything together with love to make more money.

Sensing the seasons of lucrative business,they become turncoats quite often.

Piling up with the same, I ask myself-- "what is next?"

Trust triumphs over everything.

Flagged off the championship in sanity.

He dries his crystals for simmering signs of filibusters.

I am a wayward sage to sculpt my poems.

(Copyright:© Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 25,2023)

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Tiny Mole on Her Faceless Painting

Strident limits die out of luck when a spinning ball dances in the mid air.

Dripping lanes of a rainy town smirk at the brimming clout of drainages.

Water flows free of all biases, beyond the bridge and beneath the bridge.

Gripping the tides of wonder, frantic grinders flip through the mosaic of minds while flaundering the limestones.

I will outsmart my blissful soul and seek the serene pulls of sages,to dwell on meditative stillness.

I am completely free now to dance with cosmos and bank upon my sedate oneness.

I ask myself--"what makes me the liberated self?"

I love those days of destiny etched in euphoria of love linked with lyrics.

Waving the blues of love, I pounce upon the unknown corridors of power caught up with binding fists.

Deserted and decked up all day long, the synagogue seeks to be in the company of a Wailing Wall .

The temple towers smile at the horizon for the dawning moments of pious devotees.

Greying inches on our futile extravaganza.

(Copyright: ©Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, November 16,2023)

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