Tag: spiritual

A poem – Smoking Soul

Original poetry, Passionate poems, Spiritual poems

I can hear the silence
Silence is violent
Violence is fighting
This fight is painful
Pain is so hungry
Hunger is craving
This craving is crazy
Crazy are emotions
Emotion is a feeling
Feeling is deluded
Delusions are exploding
Explosions are hurting
Hurt is not worthy
Worth is so dirty
Dirt is though earthly
Earth is the grounding
Grounded in deep gravity
Gravity is levitating
Levitate the outer space
Space is full of circles
Circle of tiny dots
Dots are the elements
Elements are flowing
The flow of pure smoke
Smoke is formless
Forming the eternal soul
Soul is the purest beat
Beating of heart
Heart is breathing
Breath of inner peace
Peace is to love
Loving to live
Living to keep dying
Dying to relive from the deep

—– Smoking Soul —–

Smoking Soul is a poem about how I sometimes can hear the silence. Sometimes silence is violent, which triggers the chain reaction of emotions & observations. How it takes me to different phases and how it guides me to reconnect to the pure energy in the end – the beautiful / smoking soul. I am sure, it is not just relevant to me but to many others.

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Please check these poems as well: Darkness – the intense light (1), Not A Trophy by Spirited Soul (2), This Animal is Back(3)

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A Dot of Hope

Original poetry, Poems about aggression, Spiritual poems

I’m just a dot if you zoom out to see the spot on this beautiful & lively zone

That’s all you want if you wish to lock when you hold the schaft & look patiently through the scope

I’ll turn into thick fog if you take a shot with your tainted thoughts painted with senseless strokes

You dreamt that I would rot when you put the mark at my heart from the other side of the shore

You better check your clock coz I’m on your watch to put a stop on your timeless goal

I know you wish & want but you simply can’t block coz I’m simply a free & formless soul

It’s the way I talk whether you like it or not but I’ll free you from the twisted knots crippling your core

I promise I won’t haunt from the very top to crop your vulnerable & shielded ghost

Coz I’ve walked on the path full of thorns & my drops that looked like the bed of roses

So I’ll simply take you to the dark to show you the burning sparks from daunting dot of beautiful hope

—– A Dot of Hope —–

A Dot of Hope is a multidimensional poem, that portrays the importance of hope, when we feel as if nothing can be done to dissolve the pattern; to come out of the pain body. When you are in touch with the inner peace, nothing can break you. You can also help others to come out of their patterns by guiding them in the right direction, by showing them that little dot of hope.

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Please check poem about: Inner Peace (1), Libra Heart (2), Brewing (3)

A poem – You and I

Love Poems, Poems about pain, Poems about relationships

I’m flying high in the clear blue sky
My eyes are fixed on you with pure desire
Your sensual curvy form is making me to sigh
You look burning hot with your intense fire

The beauty in the beautiful you, it’s pure divine
The beating of your beautiful heart, your love is making me to dive-in
The fragrant beautiful essence you contain, I’m deeply in trance
The beautiful silhouette of you on my surface, I’m simply entrapped

You’re the magical scenery, I’m the dark shade on your canvas
You’re the infinite space, I’m the black spot in your universe
You’re the vast ocean, I’m the sharp edge in your deepness
You’re looking in the mirror, I’m the tear sitting on your eyelid

—– You and I —–

You and I is a poem about different types of contrast in life, like how darkness is important to be the light, why pain is related to love and how each human has two different sides. Sometimes patterns can take over and can change the picture instantly from heart (being) connection to body controlled by the mind (self).

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Related: Poem About Realization (1), Darkness & Light (2), Ocean Eyes (3)

This Animal is Back

Original poetry

Don’t walk like this in your silky skin infront of me
Incredible
My craving for you is crawling up a mountain frenzy
Irresistible
You’re looking red hot & my eyes are burning destiny
Inflammable

Gaining your trust while I throw you with my rawness on that turf
Animal
Messing with your mind & body while I pull your messy hair
Animal
Tearing your peace in pieces while I look deep into your big eyes
Animal

Whispering my twisted words in your ears to reach your red crystal
Sensitive
Sketching on you with my sharp nails to make you whisper pain with your deep vocals
Sensual
Shaking you intensely to awaken your senses to make a connection with your crying soul
Spiritual

Biting your tender flesh slowly to calm my hunger with my hungry teeth
Oh, I feel like an animal
My lips are sticky & shaded as I taste the thick red that you’re bleeding
I think, I’m an animal
Even the wind under dark heavens of hell is howling crazy
Yeah, I’m an animal

I see you in my mirror & my lens is bleeding red visuals
Ahh, I’m so bloodthirsty animal
I see you in my shadow & I look like that fiery dragon
Wo, I’m so scary animal
I see you shattered & scattered all over my dark ground
Rahh, I’m so brutal animal
I disappear in darkness after killing your dying soul to be one with the new you & eternity
Yeah, I am that tainted & untamed animal

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Notes: Haiku – seasonal transformation (1). Myths of the mirror (2) In the dark, a rose #poem (3)

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Photo credits: The beautiful picture of moon is taken by my dear friend, Nitish Jain. I’ve added some layers & filters to make it scream my poem.

A Poem about…Burning the Self

Original poetry, Poems about pain

Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.

Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins
The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain
The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain

Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins

The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage
I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves
My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip

Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin
Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face
It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self

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More poetry and poem about self & being: 7 Days in Hell, Bleeding Orchid (1). Giving up, a poem written during a dark hopeless time (2). Related to a poem about self and being burning.

A Poem about…Burning the Self

Original poetry, Poems about pain

Burning the Self is a poem, through which I’m trying to set me free. Poetry helps me in resetting the eye of an I, which is often covered with pain body of different emotions.

Let me free me from my see-through & tight hold of the reins
The shining pearls I’m dripping in this beautiful & heavy rain
The clouds are dark & heavy, they are veiling my layers of pain

Crazy lines I’m scripting through the multiple black spots in my damaged brain
It’s not in vain when I say my phase is the one controlling my haunted scene
It’s like the red tint is tainted when it flows out from the inside of my stressed out veins

The way my top frame is screaming out in top form the rising rage
I go crazy when my brain blows out in pieces to ride the insanely strong waves
My mind is sometimes constrained in square shapes, I’m not able to losen my grip

Sharp thorns I’m shedding by burning the outer surface of my thick skin
Deep dents I’m hammering out of the deformed shape of my swirling face
It’s my Being standing out peacefully behind the ashes of my burning Self

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More poetry and poem about self & being: 7 Days in Hell, Bleeding Orchid (1). Giving up, a poem written during a dark hopeless time (2). Related to a poem about self and being burning.

This Animal is Back

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This poem is about the wild animal in me, who’s attracted to another “animal” – the rage mixed with pain and sensuality mixed with deep & raw side. Have you never felt like this animal?

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Warmzone

Original poetry

It’s like when things become difficult from time to time, when I burn extra energy to focus on simple things, whether it’s fixing, cooking, carrying a tray or cycling, the mood crazily shifts & swings – feeling of frustration & anger pops up. Because it’s still difficult to accept a few things, even though it’s my new reality. It doesn’t mean it would be easier to go with the flow without struggling. It doesn’t mean either things aren’t moving. I’ll keep on fighting & pushing my limits as that’s the only way.

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