ⲯ﹍︿﹍︿﹍ 𝙰𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚍 ﹍ⲯ﹍ⲯ﹍︿﹍☼
Before the effort defies e'ery toil in vain
Merge with resolve to emerge effectual again!
And, so forth, repeating pretty much the same!
Absolve in grit to include thyself in its name!
While invoking bravado to be no less than any other claim,
O self poised will, fetch faith upon life, yet to be more, deeply ingrained,
Perhaps, seeking same in the same; like only to master that spirit in aim!
And, by and by, time and again,
soughing deeper than previously attained;
Reaping miracles inexplicably ordained!
As an enigma re-pinned to the mortal strain, fusing soul with th’t nebulous mein🧠
Though an aperture to ascend the brain, much more to pursue and emerge again; out from where full grown comes to be explained !
In reaching the one ☝️ than one’s self c’d actually proclaim!
Believe!
Yes, a belief in that colossal…
As in that effect, persistence alongside endurance c’d be meaningfully sustained
O seminal muscle amplest in mein, Trance me so, and forever let me—thusly remain,
Retaining that gumption; much more to surpass that befitting
“Who am I, “ in this game.
O heavenly gliding liveliest rain! Formed and launched over verdant plains,
As divinity spreading over faint odors of the monsoon rain;
Awaken, awaken as fondest thrills,
like joyous appearing, all unchanged!
Of those clouds stationed upon these solemn plains
Forthwith sprinkling blessings all over the terrain
In such and forever so, I shall finally remain; much after me has fully attained
Thus pouring “drippity-drops,” all amongst those resplendent grains
Ever to spring out a desire for those wants to meet in exchange,
And thereby, furnishing needs to flourish very well again !
Ah! such delights await to be fully obtained
Amidst those mists as heavens encircle all around to reign
From: Ascertained!
© Madhu Goteti , April 19th, 2022
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Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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Routine event of the day: I sit 🪑 down to write ✍️ … What emerges: the following. It seems like an adventurous roller coaster 🎢 ride. One thing leading into another. An absurd awakening, indeed! Awry is me. And askew is thee! Together we shall do better if we think of this as a jamboree😊 Co-commonly conjoined and sometimes amply carried forward “alone,” these are the ways in which we assail life. Indeed, that certainly calls for qualities to deal with this world, regardless of swimming or sinking in it as some downtrodden tit. Hugely crouched over tetra-shields, life can be as unpredictable as any other titanic ship. For that reason, I have always needed the near -perfect nuance of poetry in my speech. Precisely so, off hand or rather, off censored, you might find me musing very badly 😅. Awkwardly absurd ! So be it! Yeah that’s the absurd reality I was born into aeons ago and I have remained in it, ever since. It’s like I was dealt with a hand of cards 🃏 that ended up as precious leavings. Conditions like this might not fit you well, I know. But do absurdly adjust if you will (by any chance,) relish this piece and end up feeling swamped in it. So, where was I ? āḥ húñ! Now listen 🎧..very carefully to this verbiage —a potpourri as I prefer to call it . Use your utter discretion before you collectively resonate or disqualify it in entirety. It’s up to you ! This is an “Alchemy of my mind,” seeking to rightly fit into the world of vagaries. I am scribing 📝 this—ebbing out of the cradle passage after rising from the big deep sleep. This tale accumulates the past, as though , its a drawn onwards journey, much as much, to arrive at an equally transient —present. As if, those solemn formative years, tenderly shaping many untellable identities beyond the grave. And well into Supra terrains of adulthood, I am left to think—those were the days! But life ,how-so-ever, is seemingly a product of our own creative imagination with no interest whatsoever to gloat on the gut issues. But I do! That’s the awry in me for you to peruse. And I say this with gratitude 🙏 as I slowly sink ( along with you,) into this deep meditative sleep …💤😴🛌
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One Unchecked Box
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An very enlightening feeling. Excellent poem.