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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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)