time and you

love and lust

divinity

worship

artifice

rays

I have been trying to experiment with various forms of versification and poetic grammar. I am a votary of the philosophical idea that there is a dialectic of form and content. This essentially means a

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The lone warrior of night Spreading poetry In dreams Giving new rhythms To the dry passage of time Displacing Condensing The dust of our drudgery Effacing Surfacing The spirit of the shrine Of peaceful

The dark gown on your shoulders Has left us blind, and other senses sharpened We lie in the cosiness of our dreams Tired you alight leaving the night horses Your gown falls on the rocks near the streams

The raw feeling that rises Trumping Trolling Triumphant Are expressions Dissatisfied Unexpressed Repressed Displaced Uttering the unutterable Still unuttered © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved

let it come my dear better lead a life and know it precarious than insane boredom of security of abiding by rules actually behaving like mules the monotony lethargy and being carried away on the same pony

all barriers must be broken the roots that make us immobile must be shaken let the streams flow and unite all shores while abundance resides filling all pores the ancient wisdom knew no boundary found

the inspiration that provokes a rhythm that rhymes and chimes our souls is silent immobile the meaning that you look for may not be clear the music that sounds loudly extravagant and immediate does not

flowers lie wrinkled petals scattered floating tired sun rises blushing collecting dew drops admiring his own labour sweet pleasure © 2017, Prachand. All rights reserved

Come my love let us not wait for the time that will be for us let us not make any fuss the cusp that our pathways make will lead us apart we must depart chart our own ways time never stays at a place life

torn between immediate desire and the life that we aspire we divide our day and night trying hard to look for a hideout to cry out, and find some respite time spent in languishing waiting for a miracle

The night surrounds us with memories entering our dreams Beaming desire and steaming fire Screams that haunt and those which daunt Still some that we flaunt in pleasure we perspire © 2017, Prachand. All

the vastness and stillness of the sky confined we are high nigh spotting specks of the dust cleaning our windows once again admire its openness its giving from the security of enclosures taking binding