feelings
the calling
You are
with me
within me
every second
of every moment
Yet, I live the truth
of ‘You’ away from ‘I’
Yet I feel
this intense separation
from home
Like an unborn child
pulled away
from womb
Like the thirsty desert
that longs for rain,
an affliction
with no remedy for pain.
Sleepless at night
restless for days
Beloved, your memory
stirs me awake.
My trembling lips
heaped with sighs,
endless tears, in your name
are now running dry.
Without you, my essence,
how am I
to stay alive?
Calling out
my entire being
leaps,
gasping
for a breath ..
I miss you.
Take me home.
clay
Light
has always been there
never beyond reach
flickering
at times flaming wild
defined spaces
clear boundaries
but to have a heart
that has bled much
loved much
it is in darkness
that the human in me
comes to life.
liquid sunshine
raindrops
on the window pane
thunderclouds
drifting through the rain
in the vicinity of object of desire,
and the beauty it inspires
absorbed in crimson hues
and gentle eyes
I don’t have slightest clue
of where the time flies
taken aback by illuminated secret,
giving birth to spirit anew
I feel the tender kiss of Universe,
silently, invisibly saying –
‘here’s a gem, carved just for you’
living life in these perfect moments
is always such a delight
when I know that one day
this love is going to take my life
‽
don’t be afraid to show
what you know
what you hold inside
whats kept hidden
suffocates, slowly dies
or worse what you make visible
will be perceived as a lie
only the truth that is burning well
will help you survive
a deeper knowing, a fearless thought
a feeling that consumes alive
say what is on your mind
while you’re still full of life
let go, love, express, ignite
it is definitely worth a try
my love, don’t be shy
no breath comes out of a dead self
not even a sigh!
sacred shrine
cloaked in humility
from the spectrum of my thoughts
to lining of feelings
I lie at your altar
imbued in your Presence
the cool morning breeze
slowly unfolds secrets
what my heart cannot fathom
these tiny eyes cannot suffice
still the breeze
hums softly
over my ears
and I hear every atom
every particle in existence
each heart beating with the same vibration
I close my eyes
and see a universe whirling inside
wherever I travel – inside, outside
I find myself coming home
even when I think I am going away
I wake up to a union in separation
once I was sane and knowing
now with a heart swollen in gratitude
reduced to nothingness at your feet
little by little
I am remembering everything
amateur artwork
Dreaming Reality, clay sculpture
– self as conceived at dawn in a blessed dream –
…..
Sublime Ascension, acrylic on canvas
…..
Heart’s Palette, water colours on paper
– birthday card for a beloved soul in London with colours I wished his life to be flooded with –
…..
Blossoming Spirit, water colours on paper
– painting for a beautiful soul and friend in London who happens to love flowers –
…..
Whirling Ecstasy, water colours on paper
– painting for an artist and dear friend in New York who shares a love for whirling dervishes –
…..
Sufi Call, water colours on paper
– painting for a dear friend and sufi lover in India, a birthday gift –
…..
aurora borealis
look up
the magical show starts again
this arctic winter, to brighten my nights
a blazing flare somewhere
dazzling, colorful lights here
painting beautifully
a vivid december sky
I run across the snow desert
stand in an open space
surrendered to the alchemy
of beauty and brilliance
seducing the night
from the spectrum of my thoughts
to the lining of feelings
against the backdrop of amorous stars
reflecting off that glowing canvas, I see
every burning desire, dream and longing
…..
inspired from the fascinating show of northern lights I saw with my lil brother this morning =)
delusional veil
what a world of illusion you created
a world of maya
where forgetfulness and confusion is the norm
and people seek comfort in each other
trying protecting their wounds
taking each step with caution
not realizing all of us are beggars
with torn clothes and broken hearts
looking for the same gem
like a child
who is given toys
as a distraction
you filled the world
with forms and colors
shapes and feelings
that people spend their whole lives
to own, tolerate and as a tool to find meaning
one person’s hell
is another’s heaven
stepping on each others whims and desires
most people wander around with chains
tied around their necks and bodies
like slaves pulled in all directions
by society, by their own dreams
yet handful, just a handful
the lucky ones, the chosen ones
find liberation, find freedom
while trapped in this body
in this web of delusion!
fluttering words
words are the seeds
that fruit into thoughts,
into feelings at times
a tree doesn’t care much
if its seeds fall into the sea
or into fertile ground
or if either of them speaks the truth
when it is listening
its joy is in giving
and when the time is ripe
it spreads them with a smile
oh far and wide
but yes, sometimes
silences can do that too
in divine existence, between two souls
ah those perfectly timed silences
only free flow!
as a part of poetic dialogue and in response to –
What’s the use of words
when words are-
a dead weight,
soulless creation
far from real,
close to fake!
Just a way
to spread your plague
you delusional thoughts,
what’s the use of seeing
when your mind is closed!
What’s the use of words
when people are deaf,
and everything you say
turns to dust
before reaching them,
it decays!
Just wasted breaths
wasted parts of life,
what’s the use of words
when what you say…
it’s not true at all!
http://kushtrimthaqi.com/2013/09/25/speechless-2/
ephemeral cosmos
beluga feelings
conscious frequencies
and amorous galaxies crash
into infinite ocean
of my dreams
where colours take flight
and every breath
becomes an opportunity
to transcend kaleidoscopic time
watch how
my universe expands
when weightless in wordlessness
I float, like a reflection
through my cosmic mind
…..
thanks to Kushtrim for the inspiration, his poetry blog well worth checking out – http://kushtrimthaqi.wordpress.com
∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 