Thursday, January 20, 2011

The art of expression

The art of expression is great
A gift of God to tell what we are
In the life of everlasting learning
I have begun to learn alfa

Let my pineal open doors
Into the vistas of Cosmos
I wish the serene beauty of Oneness
May be reflected in all my verse

-Pineal

The seas, hills and landscape

The seas, hills and landscape

The seas, hills and landscape

The green hills reflects on blue sea
Children playing on sands with glee
Angels coming to see them happy
Their reflections full of sappy              

The wind is cool and soothing
The meadows are so comforting
The hills around stood like fort
I am a king in royal court                    

Chilly weather with raining
Children playing with raincoats on
Water drops on grass blades shining
Empty tree tops as birds gone            

Sunny weather spread out
Sea surf bubbling our hopes
Nature soothing us all out
We are no longer tied with ropes        

The moon shining bright
The sea in high tide
Memories of past life linger
Drenched in pleasures of nature          

I am drenched in Fragrances
Jasmine, Lillie's and roses
Wind whispering in hushed voice
'Preserve nature forever'                    

Breathing in the steppies of Russia
Cooling myself in Siberian snows
After scuba diving in Fiji
Woke up in my bed in India                

Fairies descended into garden
Washing their feet in the brook
The sky smiling in lightning
Showered its blessings as rain drops    

The magical land reappear
In the thread of imagery
Word by word showed hills,
Seas and meadows in tapestry            

Shades whispering to the trees
The secrets of love making art
The gentle breeze overheard it
Conveyed to sea and river to tease      

 
Heavenly clouds kissing snowy peaks
Happiness oozing as glaciers
Melting into revers for sustenance
The lovely kiss gives us great oceans  

The wordy woods are dense and dark
The rays of spiritual sun pierces through
The sands of knowledge spreads out
The surf of wisdom at the top            

It is oceans that teach us preservence
The mountains are for loftiness
The rivers show us the flow of life
Hills and valleys show us art of creation

The boughs are fanning gentle breeze
Right into the heart for solace
The fumes of agony started to cease
Sleeping in nature's lap with grace      

Listening the chattering of birds
To calm myself for natures tunes
After wakening by roosters call
Which wakes us in autumn or fall        

Breath in is life, breath out is death
Breath is the gift that nature has giveth
Preserve the forests, hills and oceans
To survive the future generations        

The winds flowing from north east
Signaling the onset of monsoon
Rains may dig out memories of past
Able to till my barren lands soon          

Icecaps melting down quickly
Meadows becoming yellowish
Fish are dying in rivers and seas
Pollution Creating havoc                      


-pineal 
(an old poem written by me a few years back in a contest)

Saturday, January 1, 2011

unconditional love

Unconditional Love
Spreading across the whole world
Warm Winter evening

Let us dance and dine
Under the canopy of Love
Aspirations aglow

O~ Pineal

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

The quest

The Quest for Knowledge
Of self and cosmic evolution
Dust fogging the truth

We are wiping the paths we have created,  searching for newer paths. the truth behind the scenes is blurred. clarity of thought is required before we venture into the wild.

The furrows are even
The dry soil looking for rain
Seeds flourish in time