Tag: Window

The window Is Open.

The window opens out

could see the world throughout

the light passes in with a flair

the breeze rushes in with a care

the eyes are caught in a glare

stretching the sight with a stare

park on objects both high and low

there they eye on the stars in a glow

whose twinkle is slightly a twinge

it could also be a streaky hinge

the stars move in a range

the eyes emit an enthusiasm strange

the loftiness holds the breath

the idealism they illustrate lends a strength

that much for the greatness in all

a little lower rather down on the ground

lies the mud with rough stones around

the eyes slowly traverse through

find a lot of meaning in their humility very true

the ruggedness is quite explicit

the realism elucidated is implicit

that is most we see through the window

the enhanced high and the enigmatic low.

Tags Humility, Idealism, loftiness, mud, Poem, stars, Window

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The Nine Gates (As I see)

Post author By meenas17
Post date September 5, 2014
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It is a touch

that resurrects as such

a cry so shrill

evokes a thrill

comes there a feel

that allows a heal

as you blossom

love and hate coerce

with the ‘I ‘ so fierce

death almost stares

with a white glare

everything do fade

as water evaporates in grade

there descends an awe

that transcends without a flaw

be it a pebble or a star in strain

an enlightenment attained

with relentless discipline .

There opens the eight entry in line

of consciousness in spontaneity

pours out ideas with dignity

enamoured by the sweet talk

like the grass and grasshopper in a stalk

echo the mantra of the Padma Sambhava

a seven line chant of the Tibetan bhava

reverberates through the open window

illumined by light and blessings from above

could perceive a delivery in a glow

Tags consciousness., deliverance. glow, gates, nine, sublime, Window

thoughts

As I was closing the window
a bumble bee entered in
I noticed her not
she did not have the slight of the closure.
Both of went our way
I did not hear the buzzing
being occupied otherwise
She did not see me anywhere near
so she went on humming all the time.
When the night came to a still
with the external silent
and the internal not so quiet
as could the snores be heard
her sound became vociferous
Got up from my sleep
walked all over in a partial wake
switched on the lights
saw the bee flying here and there.
At once opened the window
but the poor bee could not find its way
It took nearly an hour for me
to drive the bee out
finally bringing peace to both.

Tags bee., humming.peace., Plight., Poem, Window

thoughts

Through The Same Window.

The perspective of individual varies
that which is sweet to one
becomes a poison to other
the one sees stars
looking out of the window
the other sand and pebbles
while seeing through the same window.
With perceptions at such a large deviance
no two could be the same
with attitudes and understanding
intersecting and contradicting most
Yet to survive in this world
where incongruities are at work
a compromise and a let go resignation
should take the prime place
with that anyone could get along
let alone succeeding in life
as success is not the only thing’
that matters most in reality
while there being great consequences
that need be tackled with skill.