Dona Nobis Pacem

I see a huge golden egg

The size of the full moon

Oscillating in the inky sky

A crack appears

The shell breaks into golden shower

A luminous Dove emerges

Spreading its radiant wings

It takes a downward flight

Hearing our prayer

Lo and Behold

The Earth metamorphoses

Into a love bubble in the galaxy

Written for Blog4peace @ Real Toads in response to Mimi Lenox's theme 'What do I want my world to look like?' and shared with Poets United.........

      OH SPRING

Joy is forever

Icy cold shroud can’t quell it

Mind becomes spring

Mind becomes spring

Blooming flowers day and night

Poets wear a smile

Poets wear a smile

There is no dearth of blossoms

Oh bliss of creation

Written for : Artistic Interpretations with Margaret-‘Maria Wulf’s Visual Poems’@ Real Toads

My poem was inspired by one of the visual art video clips of Maria Wolf of Full Moon Faber Art…

                                 

                            

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

That slender figure

With thousands of green eyes glowing

Was beckoning

A winged Babe responded

And began drinking darkness

Until dawn cracked letting out the huge yolk

The tree was happy

Written for Verse First @ Poets United

COMFORT

Those rare moments of comfort come

When huge word waves recede in the mind

And not a ripple is created

All thoughts escape into nothingness

Only the being remains

Everything seems to be made of peace

Everyone appears to be angels

Only Comfort reigns supreme

The heart becomes a spring of joy

Wish to God that realm of Beauty

Is given to all

Written for Poetry Jam

Written for Mini-challenge:Masks @ Real Toads & shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United

MASK

I am consciousness alone

Wearing the body-mask for the time being

And watching how the Cosmic Soul

Has put on the mask of the universe

I am related to everyone and everything

I am beyond death

When the time comes

I shall cast away the mask

And be one with the Cosmic Soul

MIRRORS

MIRRORS

As I stand in front of the mirror
I see you Baba*, not me
The same face........
The same looks.......
The flame is still there
I am the mirror image of you
Face.......the same
Looks......the same
There still is the flame
Not me, Baba, I see you
As I stand in front of the mirror

*father in Bengali
Written for Poetry Jam

For : Haiku Heights
        Day 30 Sept.
Prompt : Crooked

CROOKED

Crooked smile on lips

Mind engaged in vicious scheme

Soul chuckles in glee

Sleuth’s crooked head work

Takes up a straight forward course

Crook’s caught red handed

 

           
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