Many worlds

'Dead are not dead, they are just on the other side of the wall.'

'They are there in the thin air.'

Confirmations of year 2016 that 

'tiny ripples in space and time through gravitation' 

is axiomatic about 

'graviton are the only particle (or vibrating energy loops), 

which can go to the other dimensions.'

This all prompted me to understand to so called 'other worlds' 

and help in conversing with those 

'present on the other side of the wall.'

Thought to share,

My 'Holy Land' blessings,

All glory of those days

When 'His all-encompassing splendours revealed.'

To our mortal eyes.

I know its gonna be shared,

Like memories travel;

As tiny ripples in space & time,

Through gravitational waves.

'They' are there in the air

Graviton the closed vibrating strings,

Particle or energy call whatever you like,

Ready to go to other dimensions.

Trapped in a black hole

A Eucalyptus flower

Strewn by the wind,

Lay bare of his glory

And the past was so distinct.

http://yourshot.nationalgeographic.com/photos/5399580/

Like a dying and defeated king

Now hardly he could breathe,

Mumbling all he could do

Through his hot nostril-wind.

http://yourshot.nationalgeographic.com/photos/5349285/

His musings took a last flight

Of wind, bee and kite.

When he played time and again

With anthers as message, which was in disdain.

Sivalik hills from distant, geologically unstable, still in formation

Messages dropped on

Were entangled in the web of hair,

Dark as black hole

To his dismay and despair.

http://yourshot.nationalgeographic.com/photos/5439829/

Passion fruit

In the hallowed and blessed surrounding,
Climbing, clinging, tendril founding,
Planted in memories of our past, absconding.

Passiflora edulis

The fruit it yield is so fragrant and sweet,
Inhaling the smell, intoxicating treat,
Drinking the juice, at the Passion's meet.

Passion fruit

#picture credit: Ms. Padmavati Pandey

#link for taxonomic detail: 

http://bioweb.uwlax.edu/bio203/s2012/bauer_bail/classification.htm

http://link.springer.com/article/10.2165/01197065-200401030-00005#page-2

Matter of fact

States of matter and our lives..

I thought it was sand,

As I hold in my hand;

But it slipped through my finger gaps,

Liquid it was perhaps !!

And then the journey began,

To the unknown land;

Through the hills, forest, plain,

With the crowd which always sustain !!

Lo, I tried to hold it again,

But the crystals metamorphosed-

Into sparkling glow,

Fire it was, with a shiny flow !!

I saw time passing by

The Cycle Endless

Night pregnant with fancy dreams..

brought up the Days..,

to which we lived as per our own..

collecting trivia all through our Evenings..

till the Day Last !!

And then again,

our children shall rise up to repeat..

all the same..,

the Cycle eternal..

of Our Destinies !!

The night before a new day:

Falling Stars [1] fascinated us..

and Fallen Travelers [2] [3] [4] [5] gave a lonely pang.

Our fancy dreams included Empire [6], Biomorphs [7], Fire [8], Lost Rivers [9], Condors [10]; 

much without the realization that Aliens were embedded in each Cell of ours [11] [12]. 

And it brought forth the Matter and Energy Dark [13] with Dark Killers [14].

Does our existence is of an Antibeing made Antimatter in Anticosmos [15] !!

The New Day:

Dawn brought forth glimmers for the happy days to come, 

much with Rituals [16], Celebrations [17], 'Mela'-meet [18], Spring [19], Colors in the air [20], 

and we said goodbye to our Old Help [21] [22], making a new Techie friend [23].

Evening:

Dusk and Shimmering Lights [24], the Night Fellows [25], the Moon Observers [26], the Mystical Call from the Mountain [27]..

....our Evenings brought us to square one as we tread on to Calamity [28], Disasters [29], Faith Denials [30], Afflictions Remained [31], Risk in desire for ageing control [32]....

Like Vulture [33] are we on a path of Extinction [34] ?

This Stress is causing us sick [35], 

as we have forgotten The Link between culture-health and happiness [36], 

due our Changed Life Styles [37].

The Day last:

Here our Gullible Journey comes to an End [38], 

so that a new day of tomorrow may start with the same repeations...

to which our children shall call a New Day !!

# inserted links in this post are from various 2013 blog-post of the author. 

# picture credit:Photograph by Nita Zeqiri/National Geographic
(A tradition a thousand years old, passed on to generations in today's remote Donje Ljubinje in the Zhupa area in south Kosovo. Today, this tradition is at the verge of extinction, as only a 65-year-old lady continues preparing young brides according to their traditions. The bride's face is painted in many beautiful layers of color. Three golden circles symbolizing the cycles of life are tied to one another by the golden roads that one crosses over their lifetime. The inner red circles are symbols of fertility, where red and blue dots are born from, and the whole face is covered by them, wishing her a healthy and happy family.)
#thankfully shared:the last google doodle for the year 2013.

Behind Clouds, Beyond Horizon

Behind those clouds,
Beyond blue horizon,
Are the paths to be traveled,
To meet our beloved;
Destined much before our birth !!

# thanks to Leann Dawson for kindly allowing her picture to share.

Dreams

Dreams are set high up in skies !
Then they descend way down in our eyes !!
Getting their places deep in our heart !
Becomes our part, never to depart !!

Sky Paint

Morning and evenings do have so much colors in sky,
Enough to paint our days and nights,
If ever it's needed in our gloomy hours of life.

Corvid Call

Cawhaha a corvidie cawll in skawies !
Was all we could hear when it flies !!
Our sleeps are mostly abundant since ages !
Of dried leaves, forgotten past, and aching yellowed pages !!

100 Years of Solitude

O my Books ! you being my Time-Machine !!
The means of my sustenance,
My Haven in my distress,
My Shield & my Shelter in my woes,
My Asylum and Refuge in time of my need,
And in my loneliness, my companion,
In my anguish my Solace,
And in my solitude a loving Friend,
Thou the Remover of Pangs of my sorrows,
You the Pardoner of my sins,
Wholly unto thee, do I turn to !!

Sea Salty

Life just goes on..
Imbibing love & hate,
Like & dislike,
All together,
In a hope to meet the sea..
And get lost and forget the tiresome paths..
..taken from mountain to plains to sea !!
Satisfying though it is,
That sea in humble regard,
Changed itself to salty,
Just to pay the respect for the tears of his guest;
Who has come a long way to meet him !!

Monsoon Time

Pains are constant reminder for,
The day..
The affliction..
The agony..
..we have been passed through;
For a cause, which were not supposed to be !!
And here we stand,
Alone in a gloom,
Waiting for the clouds,
To be with us,
To weep together !!

My One Thousand Inquest

Far away when the sun goes deep down in the west,
I have always been showered with one thousand inquest.

Having known 'Dimensions', 'Strings' and 'Molecular Biology',
But found hard to decipher this deep seated mythology.

Figures are many scattered all around,
Wriggling body, pain, thirst- but death not to found.

If this way to end; it's better 'not to be',
O sun ! please take me with you, let me be dissolved in your sea.

The Winds Of Time Run Through My Mind

Lovely..let the wind blow !
Love..
Time..
And eternity..to flow !!

Friends

Nothing in this world...

Comes completely true.

Like a clam shucked pearl...

Its the point of view.



Believe in your heart...

All that you fear.

But set it apart...

From things you hold dear.



Some nights feel lonely...

Without a word to share.

But life keeps on going...

Even when its not fair.



Your God never left you...

Beside you he walks.

In your hands to choose...

To whisper or to talk.

Many Faces

I have a friend named Anjani

India is where he calls home,

Sometimes he takes journeys

And from place to place he roams.

He's been known to be a conqueror

The great French Napoleon,

He puts his hand inside his shirt

And displays an evil grin.

Sometimes he sits upon a horse

Just call him Cowboy Anjani,

He rides his horse the whole day long

But at night he has a sore fanny.

He's posed for the movie Hairspray

Where his picture was really cute,

He looks like he is dancing

In a funky green leisure suit.

He's also been a Pharoh

Who was holding a cane and septor,

And changed again to Sherlock Holmes...

The famous English Inspector.

He's also been beloved King Richard

Who lived in a really nice palace,

Then puts on another cowboy hat

And stars on the t.v. show Dallas.

I know there's more, but I'm all out of rymes

And alot of space I did consume,

Next time I'll write another poem

About how he studies mushrooms.

(courtesy:a poem added by friends)

Ramses II

Ramses II of Egypt is tonight on a walk,
He would love to travel & find friends to talk.

May remember his days & his loving Nefertari,
Finding awkward gadgets & racing car Ferrari.

He may find this world not so humble & kind,
As 1213 BC is left far far behind.

By the morning sun, he would come back to rest,
In the Berlin museum, to which he finds best.

(#fri april 29th, 2011)

So Inspired

Merely talking sea,
Creates nostalgia,
Reminding our journey,
From sea to land !
Microbes to man,
We have traveled so far
Still containing salt of the sea,
In our bloods !!

Graviton - The Misery

We are being
Hurt or hurt others,
Aggravated or aggravate others,
Been loved or love others,
Been hated or hate others,
Has just one factor behind :
'GRAVITON' - The one & only,
Which can enter into lattices of the 'strings' of all 11 co-ordinates/dimensions,
So no way to get rid of that............ ;
Meditation.....&...Prayers.....................,
A sublimation point..........................!!

(#sun feb 27th, 2011)

Peter Calling

Why you left me Jesus !
Where have you gone ?
Leaving this poor mortal,
Facing all alone.

Did you go through some alley,
Or galloped wind so-high;
Leaving no trace to follow,
Except the sobs & sigh !

Shall I come through some mountain ?
Or ocean some deep;
Leaving ache & burden,
To elder earth's belief.

Me with broken spirit
And tonight a fractured bone;
Will you accept your Peter,
In your grandeur throne.