Art & Poetry

Upon Nature

Doves In joy,twillight hopes
Sunny scented full moon
Angels of charming eyes,Wide dreams
I seen insane wild horses,happily engaged

O' shall I help the growing cheer
And the world is my companion
A knowledge leaf,with out imagine splits
Laughter! we all are One.

It was a Dreary Night

It was a dreary sleepless night—the night was a burden for me with lost spirits.
I was lonely and isolated in a cavern near a fruitless desert and pain was penetrating in a darkling deed
I thought,had spirit died Or I have been in the bars.Had some one helped me?
Nay,Nay..Iam away from greenery and almost away from my old Lagoon dreams
And inspiring village meadows
I was almost banned in the strange part of the world and shrilled against the dark
 the grim clouds floated in the skies, slowely I whispered with grudge:


Let me free from the shackles,I love to fly,
Fly,fly

Let me free..Let me free from my shackles
I longer fly,fly.

Art poerty and Dreams

Art,
Poetry
And dreams are ingrediants of a gentle youth
It has a flow, like the ebbing ocean weaves
to and fro...

Why Must I never Think Of You

Mind had no fear to grow,
Within me mysteries that glow
One another about the orgin
Made me mad for the man within
Still in the night,I had thoughts near
And far,near and within,far and near
And all godly queries had a reason
Like many a thought now mention

O' Eternity

O' dove of happiness and bless here,
Whenever we called thy name
Love—love—eternal love
Which could rest in the brest
Of where the life has a breath on you
Thine heart,heart eternal,O' eternity

In search of a pair of blue eyes and happiness the eternal wardrobe
for rest of the times being:

DISTANT DREAM

O’ the foot-trinkets worn by an unknown-maiden

Stole me away to a serious world of esteem

From a distant berth of my unusual dream

 In a tranquil night with jocund effects, woven

Freshness, the psyche first time seen such a wonder

To device myself to enquire about the bliss

Of such an extreme, rare state that deem to caress

Me with her rich, over-whelmed stage of laughter.

Is this spirit, that newly giving me courage-?

To think, Aye, in my senses that anew from the depth

With her dainty moves and her rustic smiles that sooth

Me there in my night and with its strangeness surge

The damsel so immortal in my dream way round,

Followed in my views that I chased, my words

All my struggles she knew from me and unfolds

My pity I had in life, with care-look’d eyes beyond

‘You are in my kingdom forever; I give you courage ‘she said

How can you help me now in this pathetic stage’ I asked

Think about me, am the dream girl that inspire you here’ she said

‘Is this a dream ‘  I asked

‘It’s a dream that give you a new growth and a new result’ she replied

‘Where I am right now, where is your home? I asked with surprise

‘I am the daughter of Mirth and Inspiration, I liked you’ replied she

I brought my reality, and with my clear brain, I jerked with a thunder

‘You are here to help me, then help me forever’? I asked with curiosity

 ‘Behold! I can,I can be with you until the end’

AMOR

                                         

AMOR—god of love, imbued with your consort, Psyche and took me to a panoptical world of opinions, and it was in a night of extravagant freedom, where I couldn't feel it was a dream in a primordial domain. I sensed as if I was with my darling soul, to whom I ever had aught of secrets to hide to launch a milky thought in the tapestries alike inner selves. The green was widened to give an Arcadian delight, and over the sky the sun was not seen with beams that unshackle the sulky, spells of life, yet, but the moon adorned with eloquent jewelry of purple as a semblance to her inward gloom and outward passion. Sweet birds were unnumbered in masses, of versatile, apparently by a rare origin as if from an old-world, in a night that gave a nine-fold strength and fancied by the deep current of emotions. Unconsciousness obeyed the wispy psyche, and of some tiresome wanting, I would, no longer the body again, when the soul was somewhere beyond the horizon. I talked to a bird of golden feathers, among the flock:

''I loved you of being sensible and curious bound and your dart capturing senses. I was a person lacking strength and waiting for a moral Courage to get in the soul, for his work, I do fly with Own world of thoughts with some aggressive nature in hope of someone who can promote me in real life. But Life doesn't seem that for me, yet''

The bird replied:

"Excited, on hearing your words o’ man, as you shuttered in yourself with pain that occupied somewhere between your spirit and success. I can bring out a reflection for you to keep—the inspiration that wanders to communicate my presence in your visible soul. It can hold you like a tendril to you only until the wake". 

The night started to darken again, more grim and the foggy clouds wandered the terrace of the unconscious world—apparent to me where I met the bliss like sensuality—or I cared the bird than it hesitated to care for me from its inner mind, with sweet refusal that still sailed between two unlike lands. And I was not allowed by mind to leave the bird because of its extra-ordinary quest and response to an aptly situation. I first though the bird lived with all the members of its family and never be fond of human emotions, poesy and arts of its appearance .Contrary to all my feelings which dragged me on and on to the streams of argent astonishment. The bird had an open view and an open mind that often longed for freedom that can even revolt; the bird was lived in its own identity and an unfolded heart. Induced by the overwhelmed passion to its colors of mind I started to yield it, for me I did and spoke to the bird:

‘I felt I wrote my views of my experience with mere encouragement I got in Earth, I researched like a wanderer does, with songs of my creation ever had and I would be pleased to give away my knowledge to mankind like my ashes I diffuse with long yearning hearts. I came to Earth with an unexpected flow and did the things as I shared to man. Come for me and think for me to sing the future’s songs that I do write’

Sudden a thunder stirred the elements above, and the birds flew along the agonized spot, where terror was outburst in that trance-like hour. The bird wanted to speak me again and said thus:  

  

‘ You are the person I searched for and I don’t know how long we can frequently talk .Life shows different shows of all kind, it does show you to me and we two unveiled our minds in a brief talk. We met in a strange night of surprise as how you invented me my mind and my feelings. I can’t come with you now but rather you can go without me and remember me in all your works that you create’.

The bird flew away towards the blue unseen that jutted like a sea of uncountable miles; I woke from sleep and searched for my love in the darkness fallen night and at least found her in a picture hung in the cracked hall of my mind!

Writers Pen

Look him, he writes in the heart of mankind, the bitter thoughts of his past experiences that urge him to make an abrupt remembrance of his pallid memories. The waning moon looked so painful for his haunting soul, which was almost dried by the exposure of sun’s intense heat. He was a blinking star-kid in the past, who cried for his ignorance and love that he never tasted in his boyhood days. Was he mixed love in his solitude — yes, he had a past with tranquil solitude, where love never had attached to his soul, than to fly for other unsophisticated regions of dark filled faces. He as a watcher of curious phenomenon’s and entertained himself in looking the gang of stars that silently hung in the vast, extended skies and dared to count them with sublime in his thoughts at starry nights. A fever always made him up normal as he was in the hands of ruffians. Something more was he was an aggressive learner who made mistakes in multitudes, both in his mind and its reflection called actions. His nerves are weak enough for fortune when his society cheered against his brat mind. He collected the sorrows’ drains as if He had to obey the false practices to fulfill a thought. Days and nights were undistinguishable for him to give a relief from the terror that trembled in his intense emotional mind. He yearned freedom and always tried to remove the shackles of customs from his hands, which was tight enough to remove its locked hook. Tangled by emotional thorn and wreathed by the asthmatic world, pathetic by the very origin. He believed memories are painful like the crack that occurred in the midst of soul, by the submissive violence. He, who wrote these hurts in a mystic book with dreams of pain, was not well to share his pen to others.

   

ON A POET

A poet is the one who lives as a struggle r to call his conscious mind with clear points of his own opinion. His soul is calm and violent by an agitation that sharpens him in developing a new theory that no longer exists by the rare invention of his thoughts. He would had the dark roomed solitude— the foundation where he was changed by the society, there was his credits in creating all his senses in varying depth. He traveled throughout the paths of knowledge in roaming for peace and a serene ambiance until he settles with his sparkling range of creation. He had not spent money much to survive in Earth but has the hope that he considered as a gap between birth and death, by Birth must be he have his voice in this Earth or he was born by a self-conscious mind and awareness of his views he went. He called that ‘Visionary’, the only world which can give an expecting profit as his hope survives until the end. He is striving to write and calling his imaginations forth to write in his paper. He is loving nature and he establish nature as a God itself where the conversion cycle occur, the birth and its mirth, one cycles through out there until the end. He compared nature with human feelings and he adopts the theory of his evergreen Metaphysics. He believes that man comes from soil and goes directly to the same whenever he is fulfilled by his aims in our planet. He never forgets to love and loved by someone, he is surviving with Inspirations of a special affection he have—  where he broke his solitude and keep in company with that precised soul that gives Art to Art contact in enriching the subjects new and Old.

 

 

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CLOUDY ROMANCE

Today, She in my thoughts was Bright, bright as the peacock flashed up in the Romantic paths of Silvery dreams, I was in the middle of aesthetic thoughts, nature was giving me visionary ideas to think with her inspiring smile and its strength that bestow me, since I met the first rays of her happiness. She that smiled like an insatiable philosopher, who craving for knowledge, which made me feel she wants me forever in this revolving Earth.How well I obeyed Light and its different sources that ever had comprehend the human lives in Earth.Now is her mind that itself my reflection. She had her braided hair that embellished with Golden beads and beauty was so playful around the long sharp face of that curious Girl of ten thousands dreams in many days to come. Before the dusk had arrived, we had to talk underneath the tree shades with pastoral mirth. Then seen the sun was above the horizon smiling for us and below we were talking with nothing to constrain our thoughts. How fair was the transparency of these views, how mingling us like the magnet that attracts, we linked each other with an overwhelming felicity. Imaginations are Godly that we had to bring its fancied car that moved with high spirit, the green pastures paved us our ensuring aesthetics. The glam forest green plants would have sensed both of us with unseen melody. For sometimes we laughed and enjoyed the real artistic pleasure, and on the other hand Nature gave me so many extraordinary emotions too. Nature was like a smiling kid that danced up in the airy afternoon and when we thought of its lamenting eyes, the likeness we felt over the Human’s misery that blushed in our thoughts—how long we Love, a question arose, so serious.

 The blue vault was far, infinite that we can’t clasp, and since our thoughts joined she had to talk about the vastness that knowledge takes man to reach the extreme summit from the Earth. Her mind was same as the firmaments height; nothing could satisfy her in this orbital quest. Like the roots of a secret tree, mystic and grown wide and long. You loved spring, when you felt the first haste of it, you informed me that you are to travel, to wander round the Earth like a wandering cloud floats in the magic air and you unveiled all the secrets of life that you went through. I was always eager to hear your philosophy with my enchanted ears; the inventions of your songs that gladden me in all the cells of my imaginations. Music you had and muse was your kingdom, the amorous tunnel that connects our nostalgic thoughts to swim across the myriad shorelines of Life. Spring had been your wonder since last month, where you loved the flowers of different fragrance and you caressed them like Lover’s birds that warble from the top of some cluster y mossy tress. How great that Love adored your spring and Muse, same as our love letters that convey our manly emotions.


Now the clouds already started to gloom in the skies, same as our thoughts that we are going to part-away in a dreary evening. We have to put away our emotional state until the next morning seeks the renewed joys upon our souls self. I could grab you in your hand, and we walked slowly through the side of the mirrored streams that our images are running through the clearly waters of life and love. My nerves started to beat as was my heart like in its rare feelings, the throbs of a new life from my pasty solitude. Now I have an extra mind, a mind upon another freedom that moves with me far and fairer Now. Now we had past the last alley of our village, and our hands split apart and you moved away from me and some emptiness moistened my hands and as a last word I kissed you in the dark, like an enthusiast of great remembrance.
I whispered these lines:

''Lo move I unto a pastoral world of joy,
Where burdens naught and dissolves in that secret soul
Of warmth that soothe for me forever I enjoy
Like the sublime future that tents me so powerful''