Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

Today as I sit at the desk and look back, I see different paradigms that have caused a shift in my life. Neither I am able to explain what caused my shift nor could I think about my past revealing my nature. I have been put to different kinds of doubts and queries that I want to understand what the real meaning of this life is. I am an ardent believer of God and have faith in him .But what I wish out of this life have got a different meaning all together. All these years I have been musing about getting a career, working and achieving good appreciations in all walks of life. But today when I lean back and see, I am not interested in these aspects at all. And all my beliefs on God point to one goal in life. Will you be able to understand me as I am? My beliefs are wonderful and my faith keeps me on. I want some kind of peace with my life and something I want to achieve is beyond your thoughts. You may feel a kind of pity on me because I have spent my years on studies and now I am c...

God kill me that I made a grant folly To the bestowed emotions and feelings of attractive greatness and there I pity In the church where you hide behind you made me a kind of shaman those days And I made myself to egoistically like those things and I loved the miracle you covered yourself with , I adore Your divine grace and blessings showered and I liked the mental cravings I had There were magic in the being of self and cherishing those beauty of nature and thy cult of valor and occultism Now I receive no love from my self nor the beloved and I am indifferent To the world of emotions and I catch the glimpses of memories and love I had Today I am denied of memories lovable and watching the things of beauty God denied me and devil pryeth Crying scornfully prickling the self And the one whom I loved so much And God is denying the very act of Divine grace and I griefing you My act of sorrow and mundane scurry Virtually lacking sympathy nor love I dryly cov...

I have written a note for you for you to know that I am in deep leisure There were days of doom and I regret To have those in my kitty killing my time Spending half of my time for you I nurtured a good amount of self thoughts To me to talk to God and be near And let me clap hands for the glory The nurtured ability to be near you makes my days happy and lustrous I need to make my days bloom with love ,fun and laughter With you I live and die All dearies have neglected me Your smile keeps enchanting my mind The rosy smell and the red wines near me Wines from grapeyard and chilled Taking me into a great embellishment My heart is temperamental to new waves I just live here as a mammoth Pierrot

Checking out auras in many people was one of my past times in office at noon time last week. Is it the real one which I see with a yellow vibrant outer covering above the head? It is very much distorted energy circle and I saw a feebly ones in many. Some of them where yellow in color and one of them in White color. Getting information about different powers humans have, I really got astounded and happy to see auras lately. I am not sure if that is the exact one and need to practice a little to get into depths. The Unconditional Love is only possible in case of divinity, and God may help us in many ways to reach our ultimate goals in life. My love towards Lord Krishna is Unconditional, no matter which part of the world I am into and whatever circumstances I may be entitled to. May be I am not clean enough to satisfy my Lord in terms of rituals but time and again I have thoughts about Krishna which makes me happy and sad too. Although divine powers are bestowed on the ones who migh...

I have been wondering of the other things which might keep me preoccupied but it may never come to satisfy My feelings have a sad tale to narrate My other things are what I care about But never will it come to curb my thirst I am surrendering to these things lately All have gone falling towards the other side Keeping the very thirst at bay and the musings the feelings are very much beautiful and pretty but my heart ventures at the pinnacle I love the very feeling I have for you My dared dreams heaps up and I dare I touched the silhouette of your soft body But the shadow had gone past me The remains keeps the very mind going on It is you what I yearned and have thoughts about but the remaining things keeps up and selfless Cant you be a bit of a time less machine? Or maybe you dont want my presence to live in Succumbed to the heavy thoughts and the heart breaks Will there be an end to these feelings? Happiness is not flowing now for me And touch me so that I ...

The classy touch I have for my old memories My distinguished guests to honor for Those are the little ants injured  I bed them in my cotton coat I nurse them by giving them water and sugar Those are little girl's quizzical moments I am boasting of my childhood days I started swinging to and fro and Singing the beautiful song of my heart The graveyard near the far side of my house where my soul connectors lay deep inside I love to be in that swing with the grave near I sing the songs in the eerie evening  or post the afternoon and I swing very fast I have a deep connections for the bodies that lay there Of which only skeletons will be left off And the well which was very deep and vast I say vast because of the circumference its doesn't have a barrier and hence may fall the vastness keeps me really afraid And my aunt draws water from it nearing to the point of death The tree which had its branches into the well Climbing up and down  and now I mu...

When my heart vows onto something And I know it will not take me anywhere The temptations for a null and void love There are few things which can never happen The truth and the love are enemies And Lord has put truth as a fact To tell us that some things should work that way And heart beckons and breaks Still truth has the power to survive at all odds And silence has its own way to surpass the odds It heals; I say it heals but how? How can it heal? It is open and survived But never healed It has been overridden by life, But never healed And never to heal again, forgotten by life The wound still aches and silently forgotten As life has been into its gyration  I have my own silent moments Wherein I have my own feelings Those feelings are for me and to remember That those days where beautiful indeed Beautiful enough that there is no turn back No reverse gear to those beautiful moments I condemn, I fear That is how life wa...