Belonging to Eternity

all our lives
we are made to believe
that we must live
to earn the goodwill
during our lifetime on earth
for the heavenly
afterlife experience
but it is not how it is
for there exists no time
there is only eternity, and
we are one soul changing forms
in the transient extraction
of timelessness
a combined amalgamation
of mass and energy
with an ad interim memory
moving with the universe
along with it's ever changing paradigms

we exist in the now, and
we exist in the then too!

Ignis Aurum Probat

here and there, in reality and dreams
lay her life, pristine and threadbare
altering with the seasons of time
as she moved on time after time after time

the eloquence of her simplicity
stood out amidst the guiled masks
masquerading everywhere
undeterred she remained
as she paved through
the complexities, trials and
tribulations that inquisitioned
her fortitude in her quest
she kept combing through the labyrinth
through signs known and unknown
to seek the eternal truth
her endurance absolute

Ignis aurum probat
refined after being tested in fire
her sacred sanctity unscathed
she radiated her inner purified light

That's life

birthed in love
tenderness raw
nourished with care
doted affection
innocent child
carefree adolescent
rebellious youth
cultivated adult
zoned out, and
ebbed
from the trials
unbidden
diminishing vigor
shrouded in obscurity
perilous health
flame extinguished

Remember

Unseen
Unfelt
from time out of mind
auld lang syne

a song here
a picture there
a word spoken
a memory in motion

tugs it out
from the wedges
incised deeply
over the years

cryptic
enigmatic
prejudicial
mysterial

faded from seasons
threadbare sublime
detached diffident strains
Yet. Somehow. It remains.

Remember?

ENOUGH.

years of muted suffering
had quelled her integrity, and
smothered her peace of mind
she dreaded losing out on relations
she feared the consequences
so she did what she thought
was the inevitable
and yielded to the circumstances
till an awakening call from within
in the quietness of the nights
questioned her of her being
and existing life
was this who she wanted to be
could she identify with her identity
it took her long
to come up with the answer
it was a decisive NO
she mustered every ounce
of the courage left within her
to stand-up and say
ENOUGH. I will tolerate no more.

... and, thus she blossomed from within

Finding Ground

she was tired of the unending trials
she could not take it anymore
she felt she was done
her eyes had no tears left
they had run dry
she yielded

Interlude

she needed to remind herself
that she was there for her
she did not have to give up
she could do it once more, and
all that was needed
was to take a deep breath, and
then the plunge

Interlude

while she found her wings
she also found her ground

Black O' White

a tabula rasa canvas
of pure white
heralding new beginnings
gets interspersed
with stark silhouettes
drawn in black
as we move on
with the rhythm of life

while white reflects fullness
black reflects emptiness
both exemplify the extremes
of the dispersion of colors
as they move through the prism
in tandem with the path
we traverse from life to death
tracing the contours of our breath