WHISPERS: Memories to live by...

Some of my HAIKU that I have had written some time back in the Face Book Group Whisper’s that suddenly got archived without my knowledge. So trying to salvage some of the words that I have had written and putting it in another new group... WHISPERS click here to read some more 

If you like to know more about HAIKU, please read a feature I have had written about it... Click Here
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Sea and shore
Pulsating rhythm - high and low
An endless coming together
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Our soul songs of the night
Flowers into a milky way
Across our heart
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The memory of her outstretched
Un-held hand
Aches all the time.
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I know one day
You will get up and leave
Till then, let me make memories to live by
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The below verse is based on a painting "Death and Life" which I came across in my recent visit to Belvedere Museum in Vienna where I saw this painting by Gustav Klimt was exhibited. This painting opened a new window within me to see a new perspective of my living...

Gustav Klimt's 'Death and Life' c 1910-1915
From Belvedere Museum - 3rd July, 2011

Sometimes, my thoughts whisper to me about life, living and who actually I am. Sometimes I am the mind, sometimes I am the soul, and sometimes I am the result of the past, living in ‘now’... sometimes I am nothing but just ‘someone’ who lives within and dares to whisper...

I AM THAT
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Sometimes when I wake up
I know that I am dead
And being dead is not easy
As it bleeds in ‘now’
In moment by moments of living
Foot prints of red
Tree lined paths of memory
Stretched from here to eternity
Ocean full of scents
Of past memories

I search within
For the life
Knowing it was dead too.

But being dead is not easy
It still pains
And I wonder, in all my awakenings
Why it still pains
when senses are already dead?
When thoughts are already numbed
Into silent screams of mind – unleashed
By constant throbbing of
This un-living;
Why still it pains?
Why?
And yet the question is

Who is this talking to me about it now?
Me?
Who is dead?

 Or is it ‘me’
The unknown
The unravelled
The one that can never be dead
Unattached, untouched and unscathed
An emptiness

A shell full of darkness behind light
Un-dead
I am that
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya

This is the second week I am hosting Poetry Potluck on JP – a group of great and talented poets, who gather around to write something on a theme. This week it’s themed on “ART” and I am calling it ‘Painting Whispers’

Submitted to Poetry Potluck WK 44
Click on to read some great talent and add your own verse, thoughts and paint some whispers....

This is also going to be submitted to One Shot Wednesday at One Stop Poetry – another online group of talented artists and poets...
click here to submit your own and read some great poets...

(This opens on coming Wednesday, so you will have to wait till then...)

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Cuckoo’s Song and smell of love                                                              

WHISPERS: Cuckoo's Song and smell of love...

Recently I have been invited my J H Poetry to host their Poetry Potluck beginning week 43 and hope to have some great time reading and writing ...

Below are some of my Haiku about Love, life and living... Hope you will all enjoy it. The main poetry of this week below ‘Cuckoo’s Song’ is about some times when you wake up, you realise that whatever life you have had, is not much about present or future but past... about learning from pain.... We almost always not able to still the ‘Past’ into beauty that is living, loving and the life that is ‘now’ – the present.

Sun set at Danube River in Vienna -  Where I spent some time in reflection
It inspired me to write some of the Haiku below....

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My love smells

Like earth, flowing softly in Danube River

To the end

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Only when I could find my sun

I can jump over my shadow

To ‘be’ – A reality

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All love that’s kept

Subdued in silence

Poisons heart

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Sunset in Poland - Krosno

CUCKOO’S SONG

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I wake up to

The cuckoo song

With the sunrise

Knocking on my broken window

As the sun rays tip-toed into an awakening

Bleeding all over the shards of life
Strewn across the floor of my living

And all my pent up living

‘Within’

Implodes

Like a perpetual slow motion

Of memories, stuck at the night

Of your living

‘Within’ me.

As my present explodes

Within my waking

Into fragments of past

Another beginning begins of another end.

I cease to exist

To be what I

Could have been

I dig at the grave of my living

To uncover what life

Could have been

Slowly I crawl out of living

To a life that

Could have ...

All that is left now

Is stillness of love

An unfathomed depth

A torrential pain

Not yet stilled into beauty

Of a life – living – love

It has, still, not learned the cuckoo’s song

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to Poetry Potluck WK 43 at Jingle Poetry and One Shot Wednesday WK 53 at One Stop Poetry. Please click on the names to read great poets and add your own...

 

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Lost in emptiness....

WHISPERS: Lost In Emptiness...

Some of my latest Haiku first and then a verse about emptiness....

(Haiku is Japanese iconic style of poetry. Basho - acknowledged as the supreme master of Haiku, said to his Zen Teacher “Haiku are description of what is happening at a particular ‘haiku moment’. Creating vivid images, each haiku paints a unique and dramatic scene that expresses emotions and some times, a philosophical thought to be contemplated upon, from the natural or social world. Basho also emphasized sincerity and seriousness – the poetic truth of words, pointing to higher reality... to read more about Haiku please click here... )

I saw you

Night of ocean; rising

And then falling apart; at dawn

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I was searching for

Deathless living; not knowing

It’s through doors of death

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The path, snaked away

From me

I realised the futility of my dreams

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'Go, wash your Bowl'

Live, moment to moment in living

Stop the life passing by

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LOST IN EMPTINESS

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Entangled, entwined and merged

In the crashing waves, ocean scent

Sea waves

Thinking, playing, sifting sun and sand

Like the back of my hand

Against the darkness

That was a sunset

I sieve the destiny off my inner self

Trying to find, where I am going

In which part of cosmic design

And reality dawns; the whole life

Is nothing but just a preparation for dying

Extricating my self

From the foams, that froth at the listless beach

I got up and walked, leaving footprints

To fend for themselves; all along the sea

Looking for the emptiness

Wondering if it was also looking for me

Life in living is more of driftwood

Than a flowering tree;

Knowing no roots;

Belonging no one;

Anywhere

Just me

Lost in the empty space

As memories lose their meaning

In becoming words, that turns

My pain into poetic shell

A darkness to hide within

Where windows do open

To another darkness

Of knowing nothing else.

Don't ask

Have nothing to say

Know nothing

Said nothing

Where you come from?

Where you are going?

Stay - Live - and be the Dead

I know, strand by strand,

Peeled my soul off memories

Just flying naked in unknown winds of time

With broken wings

Pain slowly flowered into

A screaming need

Of knowing myself;

Less, what’s full of your emptiness

My words – too inadequate

To express the reality

Of souls

Tearing apart

Your eyes said

What my heart

Did not want to hear

Before it heard; the footsteps

Of going away

“Loving you

Has been an enlightenment

In making

Losing you

Is

The enlightenment,

I was dying for”

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to Poetry Potluck and One Stop Poetry WK 51. Click on the names to read some great poets and submit your own.

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Buddha and life 

WHISPERS: Seed and Senseless living...

Some of my Haiku below from the last week, hope you enjoy them... 

...and followed by long verse about life and futility of living 'enslaved by senseless desires', overlooking the reality of soul and the power of love to free oneself from all of it....

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Seed, in giving birth

Didn't die; just changed

Into 'being' the tree. It already was

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Don’t look back

There's nothing left of the present

Its all past

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Cherry blossoms know

How to flower

Eyes don’t know how to speak

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Loving hides a pain

So profound

It’s enlightening

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SENSELESS LIVING

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Reason is master minding

The living

According to a warped sense

Of preservation – for a body

That is bound to perish

Emotions, Passions, Desires

Overwhelms sensuous mind

Soul is reduced

To mere puppet

Of chaotic ‘being’

Moment by moment, past empties

Present – off living

A leaf floats around

Lifeless

In ever changing winds of dream

In constant occupation

Of being alive

Every one ultimately stops

Dead in the track

An eerie stillness echoes in living

As life’s pyre

Consumes sweat, blood and hopes

Specs of burnt ash

Settles softly on the path

Of dead memories

Only an axe of detachment

Could cut a path across deep forest

Of desires, needs and dreams

Only love could churn out

From depths of soul;

Freedom from senseless living

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday WK 38

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WHISPERS: Love and insignificance...

Fearless flowers of love

Carry the scent of ocean within

And hues of passion, rising in the heart

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Love is more obscure

Unknown, Unrealized

Suffering is more precise

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Everything begins and ends in nothing;

In between rainbows of living, burst forth

Universe has a warped sense of humor

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Insignificance

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The emptiness

That fills

My whole being

Is non-emptiness

Of being

A little insignificant

As blood pours out

Off the bruises

From living

A life of emptiness

Loving forms a scab

Of insignificance

No need to care

No need to bandage

With belongingness

It’s not even festering

Of pain

Just an etch - insignificant

Few scratches of slow

Detachment

Bit by bit

It will merge with the dirt

Waiting for your foot steps

Just being insignificant

Loving has been

A search for meaning

Of my being!!!

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday WK 37

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WHISPERS: Memories from Living

Journey from Past life

To the Future; has been a Present

Revelation of love

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You paint love

All over my body

With red hues of wet desires

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Your lips, whisper

Poetry over my senses

Passionate words tattoo my skin

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I wrote the first part (In Italics) more than a decade ago, which came back to me with an answer, which is the last part of the verse below (In Italics again). In between I have put the living… hope you like it.

Memories from living

Small brush with feelings

Takes a long time

To fade

On the lips

Or on the memories of life

As the moments flow

Towards a destiny that is neither there

Nor here

But within - all at once

There is no path

Just the shadows of desires

That my mind dreams of

Tearing-up my living

Into pieces of past and future.

Mind is bleeding memories

And dreams

Lost in the wilderness of my being

I search for you

For a path of actualizing me

There is none

Past is a memory

Future, just a dream

Present is what exists

Without you – Lifeless

There is no where to go

I am already ‘am’ - That is it

Stars of the deepest sky, know

What is right to happen

When and how

We just need to trust the flow

And let ourselves go

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ॐ नमः शिवाय

Om Namah Shivaya

Submitted to One Shot Wednesday WK 36

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