Mystic Myth Poem by subash parajuli

Mystic Myth

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Mystic Myth
Ah this!
A thousand times free wings
It set to be solitary bird
Leap the sense of celebrating nirvana
From the fragrances of eternity
But living the path of individuality.

Ah this!
The rebellious spirit wandering
Walking, sitting with in every day-nightmare
To be source of no mind, no light
And still reluctant as a scripture of the white lotus.

Ah this!
All the colours of invitation are dying
As the fish in the sea is not thirsty

As clear stream self quizzing to retire
And keen to be transitive the layer of dead cells
Ah this!
Walking in the wild root of violence
All the fervent hearts experienced revolutionary
When single dew drop in the dunes
The beauty of immorality dazed

Ah this!
The greed, anger celebrated itself
Through the nerves of primer
And all the tune of body is never be in the path of
nobility
While sensuality stalks up on wisdom

Ah this!
The designation of every inner instincts are exiled
The outer world fostered in the practice of cosmetics
And every foreign minstrel turned to be the key of
artist
And every genuine sprinter led to be serf of it

Ah this!
May be fantasy have tangible to pursue penance
May false reality battered the time and the fate
May destination of dream and ambition disappear
To be in the patterns of cosmos at one point
Ah this!
The validity of every being is canopy of innovation
Every idealism befall without novice principle
Of happiness and existence
All of them-torments their self images
Either on high attempts or just to grab brunch of whole
life
Ah this!
Every fancy of all minds is striving to be in divine
All the array of ideology itself waned
Either breezing in emotion of depression or fascination
Those always sink in the pond of bitter- reality
As if the scripture of white lotus.




If all be American....
If all be American
The whole land would be marsh
All organisms would crash
In the shape of shaped Robert
If all be American
The sky within be land of concrete
The universe be the stadium of iron steels
The mountains be crumbled
The seas be boiled
The machine be man
The man be eaten by machine
If all be American
The day and night be rival
The sun be the machine's tribal
All for none, none for all is in hyper civilization.


Your genesis
The greatest battle of all time
As you liberated to be brave
And as you let go all to shine
As if ferry to escort from foetus to dine
The haughty and hasty dancing steps let be sprinter
As if rainbow appears for all never ended
And dazzled to adjust in a little surplus
To dwell lively in the arena of hostility
As if the strongest knight of all time in bloody- war
As you always combat to make gallant
Like Titans you judged every holocaust moment in
silence

And let to pass life as an Oracle
You put to play colourful and daring game of all sports
To light the vision in the dark holes
Either in scorching play ground as if canopy
Or as if rain drop in dehydration
It's you who have die- hard heart to idealize in delirium
As if a role of bard
That could devote in both timing and severity
And may swing as a country's flag
With the rules of life either written for million years
Or burst as if foam in seconds
As your life may lightly dances
On the edges of time and tide
Like dew on the tip of a leaf
Your genuine genesis will garnish
In the part of small hamlet of heaven.

Every...

Every day is stuffy
Every night is wacky
In the absence of your delicate dance
Every nerve are boiling
Every gesture is recurring
In the absence of your sweet fragrances
Every dead cell is decaying
And human survival organ is hooked
In the absence of your sensitivity
Every glimpse are shattered
Every ray is draped
In the absence of your contraction of pupil
Every moment are musing
Every second are deafening in silence
In the presence of your hollow-promise
Every day is stuffy
Every night is wacky
In the absence of amorous- image
The arena itself is stunning
Every minute is vibrating
In the absence of your gentle paws.

Don't say...
Do not say I will bring stars
from the starry sky to spark in darkness
Your one blink is the best for my fitness
Do not say I will bring pearls
from the sea- beds
Your fervent life is gift for me
Don't say I will offer a beautiful flower
from the Eden Garden
Your one smile is the most exotic for me
Don't say I will tune melodious music
from lyre
Your each word is the most precious to hear
Don't say I will provide coyness
to be with you
Your rustic lap is bedding for me
Don't say I will build skyscrapers
for comfortable breathing
Your fragmented heart is divine for me.

Pull...!
Pull up Bell! Pull up Bell! pull up bell
Flickering through the folly blows
Pull up Bell! Pull up Bell! Pull up bell!
Confessing the wages of cloak and dragger
Tick- tae-toe; tick- tae- toe to digest the circle of Hell.


An Antique
My forefathers, why have you for shaken me?
If you have to forget, why do you let risen?
This grotesque vessel never prevail direction
Then often thundering, dodging within superstition.
Many days not remaining yet
still watching you far from the sick ward
and next deceiver days inevitably setting
the half quarter of pin-pricks, joy dooms
An antique of iffy poster is fl aunt in every wall
and outworn shadowy swings as if kicked ball
the shrine of curative lotion is mixed with manure
where self- same wish liable to face life's tenure
As I wandering as senseless person
to opt a life one for all with inertia motion
Nevertheless, .......!
each of will-power flicker into infinity
without applying the unbreakable capacity of
spontaneity.


For Thee
Although dark moon is glittering beneath the nature
while your complexion evokes me
every instinct is ready to dine
when your shadow reflects in mind
Where ever I; every nerve is pumping for thee
calculating the lively arrays
to let sheer; in every vision winking rudely
before dew love dares to dangle in dank
Who recalls me how much unrewarded love thee!
Do the devil power can seal up to breath?
till my ill-fate can face the nicotine ray
before napping timidly in May
I gambled everything that parts to touch
but the winning lottery never be visible and counted

I wish the prettiest motion ever to be counter and stand
before laying asleep at the cold wood
Birds would be chirping without delights
My heart might be burnt in arena of bull's fight
then there would echo "You never in right time? "
to awake my spirit, though states really be in sublime
When she moves, pebbles are virtually leaning,
nestlings shy and rhyming the sound of saint
the seeds of herb begin to breed in the day or at the
night
and the black swan would peck a pile of peat to erect
love fort
I could be eclipse and cloud with thee- everyday
her purity of art should be all around in May
and your sacred donor never be a role of fascist,
However, I deny being a holly pacifist.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedication to all the poets who died in tracing poems very mysteriously.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gajanan Mishra 29 August 2014

very beautiful like the scripture of white lotus really, thanks, go on..

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