The Divine Concoction — Distilled Intoxication
When a beaten and bruised seeker settles under “The Tree” — settling, but not for peace — to end years of strife with seeking…
Distilling the concoction of all life experiences — And, to be relentlessly in stillness, until existence yields — until he…
The Tastes of my Tongue and Heart — stands out and tells me the tales of the boundless
Overriding and overwhelming my Tastes, with music and Divine(or natural) fragrances — A Herculean task
Like Sisyphus taking a breather of a walk— between the time and space of the rolling down boulder (Or is he enjoying the Task? and prides in his brief bask)
Gluttony is a sin: or, is it so? — Isn’t only when I grab from other’s plate
The Leaves of the Fig tree Rustling: Thanks to a gentle breeze:is music to a trained mind: But hustling a ripened Fig isn’t a sin, for a timid squirrel…
Ignore my Fallacies or Advise
Aravindh V Bala
Trees and their leaves— Leaves of an Oak culled by its own need — Sucking ounces of nourishment that was once shared — A(d) Just act for every Fall!
Lions and Lioness — Incoming wandering Male invoking alpha protocol — Mercilessly eating the cubs of his now won-over mate! —…
Four Decades, I roam naked and shameless — Thoughtful and Selfless
Mindful deeds, Kindest being, a man with a Lion’s heart — All meaningless,
Makes meaning and sense though, gain acceptance and adulation in a sane world
Hard work, work ethics, discipline, honesty, a role model — and the likes…
Should take me wherever I wish — I wish and wish, as life hikes
Mindless, outcome less work — and yet, I swell in pride…
Experiences gathered, seen some colors, painted some pictures, some wonderful paintings and some between beauty and ugly, some beyond and some outside…
Only, a few hours ago, heard the din within
A steady hand, drawing the Canvas!
How Shameless to brag??
Ignore my fallacies or advice
Aravindh V Bala
Multiplicity — Life’s vigor, one and only succor. As spread out, your shade never sparse. Blue sky touching you before refreshing us.
Your Graceful bowing is an elephant’s trunk — I touch and you caress. Always a Blessing, unlike the gentle giant’s unruly behavior in musth and heat.
I had seen him here & there, almost always there and here,
Closing eyes in front of a mirror
I got a feeling of the unknown
but a warmth I had never known
A person standing to support me, I thought
But the blind man, that he is
Belief and inclusion — aren’t they antonyms to each other?
Hell & Heaven both at sight
Power of Choice — Twilight and Might
Good and Bad — Moral, Immoral and Amoral
Sinner and Saint — Angels & Demons
Those who pray and others whiling away
Thief and Philanthropist
Forgiver and Avenger
Of Race, of Religion
Of money and of owning a legion
Of attires and desires
Of Jewels and the places we dwell
Of one’s Memory and Imagination
Leave alone — Paying attention
Of Keeping time and deliberately skipping
Of Employment and Slavery
Of Design and Architecture
Even of morbid caricatures.