Tag Archive: divinity

My Lord, I need You now . . .

I need you now to ease his pain

I need you now to forgive his sins

I need you now to kill his demons

I need you now to fill him with hope

I need you now to give him health

I need you now to give him happyness

I need you now to reduce his ambitions

I need you now to destroy his ego

I need you now to make him display humility

I need you now to end his cribbing

I need you now to give him satisfaction

I need you now to end his mockery

I need you now to give him sight

I need you now to enlighten him

I need you now to fill his hollowness

I need you now to speak of kindness to him

I need you now to bless him with guidance

I need you now to make him re-account his favors not

I need you now to stop him from cursing aloud

I need you now to bring him peace

I need you now to fill him with love

I need you now to make him realize me


All Glory be Yours

Be more Merciful now

For I believe in You

For I have Faith in You

I beg You to listen to me now



Love it as if yours
Live it for others
Care for it every minute
Every time just try to lit it
Keep it unarmed
Just don’t try to let it be jammed
Relieved it should be
To sense it as if lea
Then just try to guess
Why you think it’s less?
When you have it from core to whole
So fulfill your life as a strong bole
Have you understood?
These are tips to be happy n live good!




Sunlight falling on my cheek
And I shine as if meek
Every ray makes me shine
More than pure gold in a mine
Doesn’t matter, North or South
As gold it’s equally spout
Favoring East or West will have been
Dilemma it will simply seem
Important for all and to me divine
Today we live coz the Sun does shine!

Dalliance Dilemma

I give myself
As smoothly as sand
Slips thru my fingers

At eventide
Adds to my vibrancy
Her word in a genial voice

No wisdom
In speech or decision
 I know not judgement

She walks past
Wearing silk garments
Adorned with gold n pearls

Her touch
So cherished once
I’d recognize not anymore

My words
Fashion not her
But the love unrequited

In a trance
Her poet possessed
Aphrodite does notices

Passionately Yours

I slow down
See nuances delicate
In a bond so true
I smile

Freshen me
Merciful winds

My World
With words disarray
I replicate you
It’s enchanting

We speak pearls

Be hope
Weave me a desire
You are joy


Love betides
I seize you now

I seize you now
Love betides

You are joy
Weave me a desire
Be hope

We speak pearls

It’s enchanting
I replicate you

With words disarray
My World

Merciful winds
Freshen me

I smile
In a bond so true
See nuances delicate

I slow down

Complexly-Silly, Me

Ask me of my journey divine
And a couple of twos, I’d compose
Would you count only four lines thence?
For between them, I’d have fitted thoughts pristine

Breath then in the dawn of many-a-realizations
As I’d let you enter my world, between lines
And in solace you’d find me adoring,
Silent feelings n far-stretched implications

I’d fit paragraphs, between lines
So neither a glance nor a reading would suffice
But worry not about my grey world
For behold! Every line shrouding it, shines

Try to read me one fine day, at rest
Wouldn’t all pages simply be amiss?
Victims to cruel times and faded
But heartily, I’d let you be my guest

I had left on a quest, surrounded by purple
To search atop a hill for a sign of you
Dear chunk of heaven you indeed fell for me
Together we shall go to Jericho n be transcendental

On an astral night similar to when I found you
Leave me not alone on this very cliff
Or tell me, should I take you not now?
Lest, I fall with you from this cliff n hang askew

Garments of gossamery threads of love
A single paroxysm they bear not
And so did my loverly journey end
Without a wafture of a glove

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The Prophetic Poet

The conjurer, the puppeteer of words

There lives a puppeteer of words,
A conjurer of melodies
And a lord of the literary world.
He asks none to bow to him;
But not unknown is the might of his works.
He prepares a concoction of the right words,
Which has an essence of divinity
And serenity disguised.

He casts the words as actors of his direction;
Each of which plays its part in this stint.
He associates expressions, with words
Putting which in order, sentences he quotes;
The sentences form verses of his song.
He places them all in perfection of a hymn,
Built upon a foundation of faith, in his puppeteer, God
And in gratitude for his pristine skill.

He passionately broods over his literature,
The words of which like jewels embellish it;
Exalting the glory of his conjurer, God,
Whose reach is the firmament and yonder.
He pulls the strings on his words
And makes them fall in the right place.
Rewarded is he graciously for his work
And redeemed is he of his earthly sins.

His work is healing and has a soothing tone,
And the rhythm is infectious and in trances it place,
But consecrates even an adversary to become a friend.
The works encompass his life’s purpose,
And a pinnacle is reached every time.
Many enter with him in the quest to attain salvation;
In their lives, a holy intervention they seek,
So that their progeny be not dolorous.

The deepest of revelations come forth, hence;
And no trickery; nothing remotely abstract is there
and not a hint of blasphemy, the works bear,
And wherein every idea is concrete and fair.
Our prophetic poet is at the heart of his works,
He is the soul of his creations.
Enshrined is he in his work forever
And enthroned is he in hearts of his believers!