BLOSSOMS OF MUSIC

Listening the mystical Chinese flute, ancient
adrift I was, as the ground beneath slipped away

All the vines of the woods gleaming in twilight
fastened me tightly
Showering blossoms of music
dragged all the planets,
comets and constellation
and placed them at my feet

The universe at one end
and I, on the other
were clasped together

Gripping the creeper
I traveled for an odyssey
beyond the universe
wearing the garland of the blossoms
it bestowed

I sprout and blossom
along the fertile earth between
the pragma and dogma of love
.
A lone butterfly,
mindless of the noon sun,
is at its rapturous trance.

The taut veena strings are frothy.
The playing finger smears wet ragas.
The melody is much erect
oozing an unending line of
crystal music of lust.

As I place these wonderful thoughts upon my own space, I recall what my fav. poet

Gothey wrote.....

Oh, happy he who still can hope in our day
to breathe the truth

while plunged in seas of error!....
Oh, if I had wings to lift me from this earth,
to seek the sun and follow him!
Then I should see within the constant evening ray
the silent world beneath my feet,
the peaks illumined, and in every valley peace,
the silver brook flow into golden streams.
No savage peaks nor all the roaring gorges
could then impede my godlike course.
Even now the ocean and its sun-warmed bays
appear to my astonished eyes.
When it would seem the sun has faded,
a newborn urge awakes in me.
I hurry off to drink eternal light;
before me lies the day, behind the night,
the sky above me, and the seas below.
A lovely dream; meanwhile the sun has slipped away.
Alas, the spirit's wings will not be joined
so easily to heavier wings of flesh and blood.
Yet every man has inward longings
and sweeping, skyward aspirations
when up above, forlorn in azure space,
the lark sends out a lusty melody;
.....

My Dogma of Love

A silent battle happens within
I am my own enemy
with whom I am engaged in this fierce battle.
regardless of who wins, victory is mine!

The soul search may or not yield result
Nevertheless, constant is the search
to discover what makes me think
of a greater inner-self?

Saints who preach doctrines

are great souls, of course
I am no saint, but rebellious.
Neither I wish to relate to past
nor to know the future
for, they are labyrinths

Preach, let me not
but comprehend love's magnitude.

Invisible droplets of clouds behold
Yet only showers make them visible.
Invisible is Love
so, Shower!

Unselfish is Love
How would the earth bloom
if clouds are selfish?
Let not love be held fervently
for, its joy lies in the giving.
Be a cloud to shower love
Be thirsty to drink from its ocean
for, Love is recycle

Love neither has directions nor limitations.
for, love is boundless.
Infinite is Love
For, it is natural, beautiful and benevolent.

It does not belong, for, it is, its own.
It could not be controlled
for, it is, its own Master
Such a Master is never a slave.
Passion, fantasy and dreams
are its true disciples
it walks in majesty with them
who follow it with reverence.

It is supreme and reigns emotions
It is the mighty Emperor
of every single living being
Many wish to possess it,
Nevertheless, it could not be,
for, it is omnipresent.

It could not be caged
for, its wings are too wide.
It could not be imprisoned
for, its magnificence is gigantic.
is stands majestic with its
foot beneath the earth
and head beyond the sky
who could build a wall around it?

Comprehend love.
Worship love with blossoming emotions.
It doesn't need a Temple, Church or a Mosque
or any traditional ceremonies to please
It only blooms in sacred emotions.

Though immense,
into the tiny walls of a willing heart,
it could easily fit itself
shrinking itself as a powerful atom.
Remain it will as long as it wishes
and leave as it desires.

No force could hold it,
for, it is a force by itself.
It only yields to softer feelings,
smoother words
and submits itself willfully.

Visualise its magnitude.
Listen to its sweeter melody
feel the joy it fills in you,
yet, do not cage it.

Divine Yearnings Shared We

Divine yearnings shared we, amidst anguished state of mind

Awakened beams of love, could a feeble shadow hide
Gleam of vision dissolves in poetic oceans timeless
As we journey through spaces illuminant.
Tears and laughter, Pains and rains Light and darkness
Death and births, and Life and lust float upon river of thoughts
Poetry fills my abyss transcending me to another realm
Where gates eternal love open with a warm welcome.
The infinite sky has dawned and this a wonderful morn
Like those feathery birds let this thought be
Wind-floated and reach your palm
I now hear the hymns of abode as I pen
My rain soaked words are cleansed afresh
The midnight thunders let me sleep not
Beauty of torrential morn blooms exotic thoughts
Let this dawn be my bliss
Glorious God of eternal light is on his steed of truth
Earthly plants bow him with joyous overwhelm
Mighty Gods and lofty nature tune my heart
With the rays of golden Sun my poetry is spun
Lush fields lie sated in heavenly downpour
Milky cranes dig the fields with their long beaks
Nature wraps me in its torrential robe, splendid
Watching me rain-clad Earth sighs in amazed silence
Tranquil now is the complex grieving heart
Yet, poignant thoughts fuel my mystic mind
Delighted sky showers as watery blossoms
Reposed eyes embrace nature and sparkles
Spirit cries, spirit rejoices seeking ultimate freedom
Poetry suddenly flows like heavenly streams
Glowing leaves drip chlorophyll drizzles
Distant thunders echo monsoon poetry
Thoughts are profound in boundless mind

Hazed misty garb of rain adorns the earth
Sluggish snails crawl leaving silver mucous trail
Spongy mushrooms upon earth have bloomed
Sky orchestrates the symphony of clouds
Fingers quiver as thoughts are unwound
Nadir of my soul stirs up from prolonged slumber
Graceful dreams sparkle gleam upon lids
Spirit floats through rapturous streams
Delinked links I search to string them with torrents
Power of thoughts outwit poetry
Length and breadth of vision is too vast
To compress within the frames of poetry
Marvel of rain transcends thoughts into marvelous aesthetics
Intellect lights ignorant mind with the torch of profundity
Mortal me turn immortal in wisdom’s paradise
Will you for a while hold the palm of my Divine psyche?
Brilliant coloured rainbows I envision since dawn
Abundant hues splash I upon canvas plain
Chaotic chromatic canvas is now my spirit
Be my easel to hold my crayon paintings
Pours, it pours, it downpours
The veil of rain is becoming opaque
Muse bound heart begins the tribal dance
As beauty sways around, pours the bliss
When all the shadows are luminance filled
I speak not the language of humans
I breathed easy lost in meditation
Inhaled fresh air cleanses my polluted lungs
Sweat of my toiled journey it eased with peace
Awakened feel seeps through state of trance
Prophet you are made of morals profound
Truth of truths is your spirit of esteem
Timeless time I walked upon vast shores
Following the footsteps I merged Divine
Hitherto mortals comprehend not the journey of births
Myth, they say, mock and stone me with crooked visions
Doubts of arrows pointedly poisoned pierce the soul
Yet unaware they are, soul is beyond death
Flight of birds end up in a perching
Yet feathers are meant for expanse flight
God, hold me close, for this day is strange
I cease my ceaseless thoughts, to be mundane again
Thara Ganesan
15।10।2008