The Healing

How wild a spectacle this cryptic night,
A burnt out soul in darkness lies
Wounded by woeful words I told,
Sharp and biting with mortal cold -
Had I been guided by immemorial skies,
No gentle heart would've cried tonight;
Yet, god of Love meant no mortal pain,
But this soul was turned to a shred.
With no less bitter, rather more,
I did open that infernal door:
Hellish mind to its utmost torment spread,
And my soul called the heart in vain.
The quick tongue the inner virtue defiled
Making remorse the king of my soul,
A king hungry with daring appetite:
To swallow my Self on this cryptic night;
He, my worthy title of human stole
And had Anger my affection beguiled.
In the whirlwind of chaotic sensations
Came forth a herald of peace:
Petals fell like rain down on the sand
And I knelt and took some with my hand;
Tears overflowed and couldn't cease
Till the head turned to arcane constellations.
Beauty and affliction came tonight,
And a puzzled soul in darkness lies
Wounded by woeful words I told,
Soothed by views and petals I hold -
I have been guided by immemorial skies
To learn about myself this cryptic night...

Lullaby in the Netherworld

The chosen hour brought tremor and trepidation,
He came to throw me in -
And as I was shaking from the eerie preparation,
I drowned more within;
My spirit clings, while dragged deep underground
To the darkest pit of sin;
As my soul is forsaken from sight and sound
I'm envenomed by his sly grin.

I stir, I wallow, I move and I know not how!
My heart lapses a bitter groan,
For a sweet lullaby is controlling me now
Luring me into the unknown!
The dank air was heavy, by the cold, cold lake
Enveloped by blackened stone,
And no voice answers the screams I make,
But hark! I'm not alone.

I ran towards the lake, stopped by my heavy breath,
The lullaby knew my plight,
And called me forward, forward into death;
But I felt its song was bright!
And fervorous hope boiled hard in my head -
I fell into its rays of white:
And its heavenly radiance upon me shed,
By my Lady's lantern light.

There, by the dank fumes of the poisonous lake
It's failing this heart of mine -
There, by my Lady's side, all the calls I make
Shows my steady decline.
Yet, when Her charming calm stopped my plea,
I beheld the brightest sign,
And I knew it wasn't death dealt upon me,
But life gifted to this heart of mine.

My weary eyes awoke to a ghost-like face,
And my Lady gently sings!
Her eyes made of wonder and utmost grace,
Unto which my heart still clings:
Her lullaby kindled my hope to the brightest fire,
Like an angel without wings,
And her persistence and hope I utterly admire
Brought me back among the living things.

The Gardener of Mankind

Ruminations maundered by a brittle soul:

“There is an entity that is yearned and found,

Never does it seek, yet it is always found:

Realm where Men stay forever drowned!”

Dank, dark – even the soft wind was distraught

Shuddering aloud: “what is your tale of despair?”

“Hark! Hark this melody of gentle despair”

And her weary eyes did mine ensnare.

“Its arcane calls you not, yet utters death:

Wherever you wander, wherever you flee,

There it will stand and there it will be,

Still it will linger when you cease to be.

Stifled breath, whispers of rash dismay

Evoked on the chilly clod: there forever bound;

Enticed on the desolated, dampened ground;

There the Gardener of Mankind can be found.

Treacherous and stern this hollow thief:

Hushing - but leaving a whispering grief;

Dreaded burden, this hollow grief!

Has it no greed to bribe, no heartbeats to hear?

Dark Garden where lament’s echoes falls,

And all the sickly light grinningly forestalls

Grinding to dust all yours joyous calls;

This, the Garden of abysmal sleep.”

Thorn and tricked, forlorn and weak!

“Dragged and drained by foul screams

No wreaking thunder to shut the screams

Have I drifted away from fathom dreams?”

He came to me one morning, one calm, sunny morning,

Plucked the fruit ripened by the fertile ground,

Smiling happily with the gift he found

Taking it into his sacred fire to be crowned.

Descrying the transmundane

To hear the cry of a wandering shade,
That gently sighed and called for aid
From a fissure of space and time –
Oh soul from sere and unwonted clime:
No need to wander, no need to weep
In this eerie, unfathomable deep.

To breathe the chasms’ warp and weft,
Until there’s no fabric of yours left:
Did parched demons so bestow,
Or is this the Heavens blow?
Being awake or being asleep
In this eerie, unfathomable deep?

To discern not the myriad of threads,
While severe gloom soundly spreads –
And sneak past all of the fears,
Hearing the shades’ helpless tears –
And hustling more with every tear it made:
Gentle shade, here I come! I come as aid!

To reach the shade and its mortal pain
And whisper: “Let us return, let us return
Smiling, and woeless to the mortal plane!”
Oh poor shade you could not discern
Steep life were you ought to weep
From a hellish, unfathomable deep...

Cicada’s nights

I. The moonshine cast its thousands rays

Over the guitarist by the rocky shore,

Melody resounds but his heart quietly prays;

Silent prayer – this and nothing more.

Wistful tunes or tunes of greatest glee

Oft cease to exist - immersed in Cicada’s song

In this fairy kingdom by the sea,

Where only magic does well belong.

She came by with flitting pace

Rested, while spirits were still untouched;

Watching land mingle with Space,

And the guitarist hands still clutched.

Rays gleaming through her raven hair,

He turned to her seablue eyes fair,

And away she goes; away so soon?

He stood still, under the fairest moon.

II. The pale moon is slowly descending

Cicada’s songs still hum the night

The poet’s hand pursue its ascending

While reflection was setting the land alight.

Again she came with a fluttering soul

By the rocky shore where the guitarist sat;

Approaching with silentious stroll

Smiling - as if they have never met.

She was, he was, of heavenly creation -
As all Nature’s artworks of life are –

More remarkably in her elation

As though no misfortune could mar.

When smiling, they avowed the last rhyme -

Even this divine sanctuary from time

Cannot stop the dogged Sun’s reign,

They lonely left, but left each with his chain.

III.The stars were claiming the skies up high,

The past days pictures were still the same:

She was still stepping by,

And he was still setting the guitar aflame.

Other wordily whispers spoke their hearts,

Needing not preposterous earthly yells –

Spirit stays and substance parts

While seraphs ring their bells.

She gently signed – ‘tis time to part!

He quickly stood and snatched her hand,

Slowly kissed and slowly let her depart –

Abruptly stopping, she invited to leave the strand:

Walking together till the withering dawn;

Finally separated on his apartment’s lawn

‘Twas the first time she spoke: “Goodbye”

And he knew what spoke her loving eye.

IV.The last crescent left the celestial vault,

It was dark – dark on the rocky shore;

And light, which their hearts will constantly exalt,

Bringing joy – this and nothing more.

Gone was the ensnaring Cicada’s song

Lonely stood the harboured bay!

Empty pictures Nature desires not to long:

Thus calling feelings to meet yet another day.

In this fairy kingdom under the moon,

Blind laws convoked the quite lovers again

To enjoy each other hearts tune

Bringing to this pictured kingdom their reign.

Thus in the known sultry clime and late hour,

Lured by Natures almighty power

Once again gently, wordlessly they met

As if all previously remembrance ‘twas reset.

V.Reflection made the surrounding sea glowing,

Pebbles with pearly lustre were adorned,

As the moon blessed them with its subtle growing;

Men-made time was once again meekly scorned:

They wordlessly stood still, quietly still

On the coast of celestial dreams;

Musing tenderness unknown charming thrill

On the coast of everlasting dreams.

With but kindness and beauty that night

And the hushed guitarist hand,

Cosmos convened to put their hearts aright:

Embraced - embraced on the rocky land.

And the supreme star pointed to the morn –

And the withering dawn ‘twas finally born:

Separating for the light of day the sublime,

Until they meet again in sensual clime.

VI. Where the solemn sea entwined the sky

Moonlit beams showed the path to heavens;

Each night joyful they were coming by

To walk the path – the path of heavens.

Cicada’s songs were the only earthly sounds,

While together they contemplated their souls;

Eyes making the most profound bounds

Answering Nature’s rightful calls:

A bursting fire rising kindly, rising slowly –

Pallor of the moon to volcanic glow turning –

Made their essence taken wholly,

Ah yes, ‘twas a kindred burning:

No phrases to utter, or to compose a common song,

Eyes spoke but words froze upon the tongue.

But with all love and delights possessing,

They needed not any spoken addressing.

VII.The comets falling were clear in the skies,

The moon was gone, soundly asleep,
The cold season was on its rightful rise
Cicada song hushed and hid in the deep.

Separation shrouded the luminous rays

Over the beloved by the rocky shore,
Melody resounds but love quietly prays
Silent prayer – this and nothing more.

She departed with flitting pace,

Elated, while spirits were still untouched,
Feeling love reaching outer Space,
While the guitarist’s hands trembled, unclutched.

And away they go; away so soon

Do they lonely stand under the fair moon?
Empty pictures Nature desires not to long,
'Twas but fairy magic all along.

Reminiscence

Cold in the air – breaths of gloom

Fond of dank, wretched pleasure,

For tears make flowers bloom

And Heart made the feeling treasure.

Affection did his form largely retain

Through the withering pace of time,

To see that visage of joy again

In scent of spring or torrid clime.

While the golden dawning rays

Caress our tranquil cheeks,

We'll always talk our winter days;

Surreal cloth, but which creativity speaks.

Warmth in the air – breaths of spring

Light and clear the night is closing,

Mellow singing struck the heartstring

Interring Reminiscence eternally, or to mere reposing.

Where we are

-Where we are

It starts as the quietest dream,

That grows into thought,

Then into a hearts small beam,

Then to a feeling it’s brought –

It’s where the shining Stars descends,

Where the Oceans joins the lands,

It’s where the earthly lives ascends

And where free hearts and hope expands –

It grows into a spoken word,

Then turns into a loudly call

Which needs to be heard,

Turning to chants in a hall –

It’s where Humans and Beasts belong,

Where the husks matter no more;

It’s where faith keeps Us strong,

Where matters the bosoms core –

Then it grows in a loudly song,

That becomes a common choir,

Then All will come along,

And be turn into Love sacred fire –

It’s where the land meets the skies,

Where Son, you saw the first dawn,

It’s not where the Heaven lies,

But where Creation had Us drawn.