A suave monk

A suave monk  found a grumpy old jackal yelling beyond the scope of climate change.

Our Uncle Jack inches towards the rainbow ruckus.

The psychics of trust miss the links for a change.

The blue-eyed boy of a monastery mints the spineless tricks of waverly wisdom.

Jacob becomes a ghost all at once.

Jackals are sometimes known for poisonous snakes waiting for their fatal bites.

They bury the best for their nepotism.

Their days are counted on their countless attacks of the innocent multitudes.

The silky smooth cobra slips out of its track to claim its supremacy.

Days are born with light and love.

Living without shadows of debt...

A saint sleeps over his debts for no reason.

Money makes the world of chaos.

The saintliness sinks in the bottomless pit of frankness and seeks humiliation from the eyes of the Modern Rawana and Greedy Duriyodhana.

Triumphs of love field us off all at once.

Perched on the pit rests a Cuckolded Nightingale.

Rawana was not a Man of Might.

He filled his splurge of ego in crystal wonder.

Silencing the blues and greens, I feel free to emerge out of chaotic freeze.

The Lord Ram conquers the egoistic voyage of Rawana for ever.

I am a mute spectator of life lost in debts.

I don't know how to make a way out of boundless love inbuilt in the world of nothingness.

Nothing remains the same.

(Copyright: Mangalaprathaban Muralidharan, Feb23,2023)

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 )