A Journey Together With Brishti...

It is our personal journey from the untruth to the Truth.
Not very far ago I left behind a reckless life of chaos.
But we have to look beyond, without looking back so often.
Looking back, I see a hypnotizing purple haze of solemnity in solitude.
One has to learn how to keep the past in mind secretly and proceed.
The scars of my past still being fresh, how could I help fall apart?
Is it a scar or a wound? If it is a wound, wait a bit, till it is healed.
Being clutched by the shackles of despair, how can I wipe off the grease?
Life is a large canvas. Try to paint with love a positive picture of incessant bliss.
But a burnt canvas is monochrome.It’s black as a devouring chasm of a deep abyss
Beyond the canvas,look within.Let the soft emotions with the healing touch flourish
The hollowness within made my emotions perish; the touch can no more be relished.
Let the greatness of life itself help your vacuum be filled with love continuous.
It can only fill me with wrath. The treachery of life has been heinous.
Life is often so unkind that it never lets us forget our memories previous..
The unkind life sings the requiem of love, yes it chants the threnody of hope.
And we proceed through the thorns of life to the roses of friendship.
The roses being withered, sitting alone in the pain of thorns impaled, we weep.
Come, let our hearts be roses so that we can keep our love red and deep.
Black being my heart, occult is love to it and sees only a melanised halo.
How can you see your core? You can never see your heart's glow.
My core is in utter darkness. A touch can no more give me solace.
Let the glow of your core be invented by someone else.
The glow has so diminished that even the eye of the beholder may miss..
Those inventing the gold in lover's core, are magicians who can surely do it.
No spell can give my dormant soul a life. No magic can bring my dead conscience back.
Conscience never dies. Your conscience as well as core can ever spark.
I know, my conscience can’t rejuvenate when my inner vision has been opaque.
If conscience is awaken, it will hardly matter whether you see it or not. Please awake.
Try in vain to summon it when it could not even listen to what Gabriel whispered.
Trial should always be there. There will once be the auspicious moment to be shared.
How can I break this sheathe when my strangled moral sense strives hard to breathe?
Never try hard to pull back. Those senses will push you back to your world, choicest.
My senses are in deep tranquility and my desires and likings are laid to rest.
A turbulence in your inner ocean is awaited. Never arrest it. Rather flow yourself in that.
How can I flow? I dread these tidal waves since I drowned in the ocean of sorrow and wrath.
This time you'll never be alone. A suitable companion will help you flow through your path.
Stay away from me.To my abode my doom follows.Don’t come close, it will also ingest thee.
Your destiny will give you a suitable match from whom you’ll never be able to escape or flee.
Destiny being a deceiver, stranded in the ruins of my past, a lone wanderer I’ll always be.
Instead of being stranded in the past, walk thru the present to the future which belongs to thee.
Phantoms of past,impeding my walkand future seemingly obscure, show mere a gloomy alley ahead.
So often we, amidst the vehemency of our distressed past,ignore the future,waiting ahead.
My eyes are blindfolded by the fabric of vileness.Those rogue yet pitiful stares, the most I hate.
Your horizon includes heaven in it..Please try to use that to prevent the peril inherent.
Heaven has disowned and hell craves for me!Of all the hate and deception I’ve faced, I’ve been a dissident.
Heaven never disowns anybody.Your preoccupied mind will surely be overpowered by the Goodness prevalent.
I try to heed to your advice,but the sun of positivity and goodness has been eclipsed,I lament.
Beautiful it is to experience the nicer side of life.Get yourself ready to feel within, all its vibes.
With arms wide open I welcome the beginning,adios to the dark clouds of grief,only happiness down pouring.
It's an august moment when a good soul is recognizing the harmony within; the goodness flourishes winning.
A new journey has begun,I see velvety rose petals laid on the path,a serene path to solace and nirvana.
The path of worldly love is awaited, yet to visit.Let the last lap in your journey be the way towards Nirvana.
Why so hurry?Enjoy the way ahead.You are too young to walk through the difficult path to Nirvana.