Saturday, September 8, 2018
Thursday, September 6, 2018
Wednesday, November 22, 2017
A MOON LOST NIGHT— Where Is The Moon?
Everything glooms in this dark night, the starry eyes
And the shadowy life on earth, a mother’s mad
Weeping murmur rose again from the lightless
House’s Corridor, for her son has lost in darkness. 1
Where has the moon be, everywhere the grim scenes paved;
The night’s torrent had swept the fallen leaves away—
And in dread anxiety, dogs barked; as strangely
They ran on damp roads, and snakes crept from trees silently. 2
A curl like whirling wind destroyed the inclined boughs
Of many trees, the sickness of patience worsened
By wrecking thunders that flash and stuck in aghast—
The skylarks lost their nest and they roam madly west. 3
Another side of the world where the sun never rises;
The somberness of minds paired like dismal clouds there;
For mysterious case of missing multitudes;
That raised their dear one’s throbbing pains and agonies. 4
This horrific time brings irremediable-
Cataclysm on Earth, and dirges lowered hearts down!
When birds assayed the usual smile of their moon—
They knew that he drowned below the deep sea in swoon. 5
Nithin Purple
1. Skylarks— Brown-speckled European lark noted for singing while hovering at a great height
2. Cataclysm— A sudden violent change in the earth’s surface
Note for Poem:
When a cataclysm shook on the surface of earth, everything goes in disorder. Madness wanders the Earth. The moon is lost, Death fills the earth, and the unexpected tremor happening on its surface, the psycho disturbing poem shows the Nature’s extreme anger. Everybody needs a hope at this time. However, reaches in vain. When they found the moon is dead, they began to weep in gloominess.
And the shadowy life on earth, a mother’s mad
Weeping murmur rose again from the lightless
House’s Corridor, for her son has lost in darkness. 1
Where has the moon be, everywhere the grim scenes paved;
The night’s torrent had swept the fallen leaves away—
And in dread anxiety, dogs barked; as strangely
They ran on damp roads, and snakes crept from trees silently. 2
A curl like whirling wind destroyed the inclined boughs
Of many trees, the sickness of patience worsened
By wrecking thunders that flash and stuck in aghast—
The skylarks lost their nest and they roam madly west. 3
Another side of the world where the sun never rises;
The somberness of minds paired like dismal clouds there;
For mysterious case of missing multitudes;
That raised their dear one’s throbbing pains and agonies. 4
This horrific time brings irremediable-
Cataclysm on Earth, and dirges lowered hearts down!
When birds assayed the usual smile of their moon—
They knew that he drowned below the deep sea in swoon. 5
Nithin Purple
1. Skylarks— Brown-speckled European lark noted for singing while hovering at a great height
2. Cataclysm— A sudden violent change in the earth’s surface
Note for Poem:
When a cataclysm shook on the surface of earth, everything goes in disorder. Madness wanders the Earth. The moon is lost, Death fills the earth, and the unexpected tremor happening on its surface, the psycho disturbing poem shows the Nature’s extreme anger. Everybody needs a hope at this time. However, reaches in vain. When they found the moon is dead, they began to weep in gloominess.
Wednesday, September 13, 2017
"Mind said to me"- A philosophical Monologue
I say ye;I had what mind said to me:
I say to you:
Mind: Now get yourself ready to change yourself; you gotta need a further advanced in life,be potent to achieve the greatest courage to outbreak the hindrance; these are called 'challenges' in an immeasurable way,because Life does like that for who is willing to force against the hardship,so he can do what he is willing to do.
My reply next morning:
I heard everything what you said,it was good as the words from a Seer,I was imitating that I was in sleep,but it wasn't ,I heard everything you said,it was not a Dream, but a Dream to fulfill..
A promise in Life!
I say to you:
Mind: Now get yourself ready to change yourself; you gotta need a further advanced in life,be potent to achieve the greatest courage to outbreak the hindrance; these are called 'challenges' in an immeasurable way,because Life does like that for who is willing to force against the hardship,so he can do what he is willing to do.
My reply next morning:
I heard everything what you said,it was good as the words from a Seer,I was imitating that I was in sleep,but it wasn't ,I heard everything you said,it was not a Dream, but a Dream to fulfill..
A promise in Life!
Tuesday, April 4, 2017
Friday, February 3, 2017
AN Elegy For My Loss From The Origin Root
ON SUDDEN DEMISE OF GRANDMOTHER ON THE YEAR OF 2013
For the day, a cold and swoony theme,
It owns the remember'd wreaths sadly way,
As if in rolling tears they passing them.
O' rest in, the void and empty’s languid may.
You being's so closer god, an echo yet sad,
For mortal world or into my wretch soul
Favor's in deepest pain, the mourning bird;
Of doom's and ceased ways of illness hurl,
Reach her night's airy height, a village, its truth lost. 1
Where the shadow of the scene, in last eyes
While grey the clouds wept for sullen all white
You are in dew, the sharp, when crystal loss,
Melt the name in rapid fire, while are wilt.
Came and perish, life to death in its trot,
Kind of precious pearly halo it works taint.
Roll to my sorrow, you enatic root,
The unseen fly that flies in radar height;
To meet her in pillowy roost is now dream that waste. 2
Once the queen of winning moments; you live
As a bright bird who sung that solemn song,
Of mirth and beloved with natured love,
For those with the imbued souls they pang,
Now morn and night to seek their dearest love,
And lov'd you oft when they need richly most;
With your devoted face that pure and active.
From now glory might commute but that Kist
Which time that self-made with sadness flow the tear sea 3
No delight fair; since which eludes abroad,
As even through a secret form it fled away,
With painful descent, and inevitable dread,
Creeping among us to mourn for the betray,
That death made to ensure its darkling deed,
By which your fate has veiled its curtains
When eye of your day once closed, you part’d
Whilst away like our lost rapture, even burns.
But stains the world your kindred love, sure never die . . . 4
Cold for night, cold her mind, a stone in ages,
Where palest moon stillness gloom in life's wades,
This the newest alarm kindl'd eager ears,
Ah! Death has slumbered from the mortal vales!
That beast, made your passage for illness, tell—
Nor awful death vouchsafe age's sincere falls?
Tell life—the direst breath of rustic spell
Crept with lone the night has ringed the awful bell.
When her dear soul is fled, o' grieves—my hearten will! 5
EPITAPH
“love had ten thousand flowers Bloomed on those cheeks, like an angel you came as haste to earth and Opened the joys breast until the sun’s has faded, fatigued with self-heat of burden Left the world to keep the loads to the enchanting night.
Nithin Purple
For the day, a cold and swoony theme,
It owns the remember'd wreaths sadly way,
As if in rolling tears they passing them.
O' rest in, the void and empty’s languid may.
You being's so closer god, an echo yet sad,
For mortal world or into my wretch soul
Favor's in deepest pain, the mourning bird;
Of doom's and ceased ways of illness hurl,
Reach her night's airy height, a village, its truth lost. 1
Where the shadow of the scene, in last eyes
While grey the clouds wept for sullen all white
You are in dew, the sharp, when crystal loss,
Melt the name in rapid fire, while are wilt.
Came and perish, life to death in its trot,
Kind of precious pearly halo it works taint.
Roll to my sorrow, you enatic root,
The unseen fly that flies in radar height;
To meet her in pillowy roost is now dream that waste. 2
Once the queen of winning moments; you live
As a bright bird who sung that solemn song,
Of mirth and beloved with natured love,
For those with the imbued souls they pang,
Now morn and night to seek their dearest love,
And lov'd you oft when they need richly most;
With your devoted face that pure and active.
From now glory might commute but that Kist
Which time that self-made with sadness flow the tear sea 3
No delight fair; since which eludes abroad,
As even through a secret form it fled away,
With painful descent, and inevitable dread,
Creeping among us to mourn for the betray,
That death made to ensure its darkling deed,
By which your fate has veiled its curtains
When eye of your day once closed, you part’d
Whilst away like our lost rapture, even burns.
But stains the world your kindred love, sure never die . . . 4
Cold for night, cold her mind, a stone in ages,
Where palest moon stillness gloom in life's wades,
This the newest alarm kindl'd eager ears,
Ah! Death has slumbered from the mortal vales!
That beast, made your passage for illness, tell—
Nor awful death vouchsafe age's sincere falls?
Tell life—the direst breath of rustic spell
Crept with lone the night has ringed the awful bell.
When her dear soul is fled, o' grieves—my hearten will! 5
EPITAPH
“love had ten thousand flowers Bloomed on those cheeks, like an angel you came as haste to earth and Opened the joys breast until the sun’s has faded, fatigued with self-heat of burden Left the world to keep the loads to the enchanting night.
Nithin Purple
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