Kiss the autumn night in springily wonder
The lonely vast spring of enigmatic yonder.
Moon smiles in its shadowy delight
The lonely night in mystique bright
Kiss of the autumn spring in wintry light
Moon kisses with ethereal grin
The shadow of its taciturn glee
Springs the harmony of autumn delight
Magic tide springs forth the secret joy
Mystique caress of wilderness
In the wintry autumn to caress
Of thy magic symphony
In chorale of the wild
Kiss my spring, my lonely bride
Moon past its magic splendour
A moment for both to wonder
Of my lovely bride of the night delight
I caress thy midnight excited wild
Of the obscure moon in shadowy bloom
The silent tune to future dune
Kiss the chalice of forlorn time
Oh my lonely bride…
Sing the song of the wild
In modern light
Cuddle the tender desires
Amid the charming wonders.
Tender lips, touching dips,
Poignant smooch in autumn light
Springs the longed jingle of unsung choir
Boisterous in its gaudy reservoir.
Amid the dark tender blissful night
New moon shining in delight
The aura of invisible bright
Kindle the desires for the vast expanse
Rousing fondle of pretty protuberance
Thy desire, oh my babe, I submit thee
Your thoughts baffled in mystique glee
Do I sing thy wonder plea?
Which strokes the rosy tender
Of the spring the night delight.
Sombre germane in magic wonder.
Distraught at your mortal yearnings
Looking for those mystic cravings
In quest of beatific vibrant choir
Where spring buds in autumn midnight light
Pats the forlorn soulful yen bride.
One look at the rays of setting sun
The sparkle can be seen in the long run
Amid the changing time
Good will shine over the shifting dime
The Moonlight Sonata ricochet its new tune
That which is lost, that yet to come,
Kindle the twilight of the glum eve
Ticking for the truth to reveal
The past, present, the future
Ignoring its linear stratagem
Towards the infinite vast horizon
Where all is lost, but the epic swan
The Universe knotted into the One
The rungs are of fleeting time
Fools play with crystal dime
The truth is vast obscurity
Sublime, admit the bygone versatility
The rebirth with its ups and downs
Even if Noah is longer,
Yet a bright tomorrow dawns
Those strayed lost in the cycle of tide
Perish in the new halo of the bright.
Truth recoups in own delight.
I am a fool who senses the history
That’s why I can’t write a poetry.
Divinity of Peace
Mission for peace in our tragic abidance
Quest for the Divine in awful capitulation
Divine light kindles the autumn tides
Amid the falling leaves of autumn sonata.
The shadow of mystic yearns
Amid the tender loving rehash barns
The dark nights yenned in autumn twilight
The moon sheens in its mystic spree
The genteel nights kiss the Divine glee
Oh thy moonlit unsung opus
Jingle thy chimes of wonderful splendour
Tragic earth misspelt in mystic marvel
Songs elude, words delude
The unfelt oeuvre of thrilling wonder
You and I remain, the world disdain
Solitude sings the magic ensemble.
Yonder is the night of unfelt delight
Autumn revives to the spring light
Sings the chime of the Divine rhyme
In plausible hypnotic caring ensemble
The new moon swept in amorous swanky tide
Riding the silver shine in listless delight
In a sombre torpid forlorn cacophony.
The moon shed, millions bled
Amid the lonely midnight
Kiss of the autumn, springs of the helical light
Flicker of the moment of blissful delight
Obeisant, insolvent at the mystic bright
The shadowy withered trees caress the genteel furtive
The Divine light gifted in jolt disguise
Peace is not in pursuits but to forfeit in conscious light
To fathom the magic of its grandee marvels.
Ankor Wat Temple (Capital Temple) was built during the reign of Suryavarnam 2. Later further construction was done by Udadityavarnam around 1113 to 1150 AD. The history dates back to 200 AD when Indian Brahmin traders established the town as kingdom of Funan. Dedicated to Lord Vishnu, this was the state temple initially called “Baraha Vishnulok”. Twenty-seven years later in 1177, Suryavarnam was sacked by Chams, the traditional enemy of Khamers. Jayavarnam 7 restored it.
The outer wall encloses an area of 203 acres. This place was chosen because of its strategic military and agricultural potential. Some say, the arrangement of the temples resembled the stars in the constellation of Draco at the time of spring equinox in 10,500 BC in order to harmonize the earth with the stars reflected in sculptures of Devas and Ashuras. The megalomaniac kings of that era designed the temple to worship Gods. In alignment with the Draco star they constructed the three dimensional yantras, which were an endeavour to align the humans with the Divine. The thoughts of Jayvarnam 7 was full of deep sympathy for the good of the world so as to bestow on men the ambrosia of remedies to win them immortality. By virtue of these good works he might rescue all those who are struggling in the ocean of existence.
The temple constitutes 108 towers. At the centre akin to Mount Meru is the central tower resembling the one and only Shiva. In its walls are etched the the figurines of celestial coryphées in two thousand poises.
Right from the ‘Big Bang’ origin of cosmos, the celestial beauts for eons have painted the canvas of immortality. They tuned their vision into the ne plus ultra melody to twine the seeds of reality, which hadn’t withered with time. It still presents the rhapsody of a new melody. The insignia of trillion years mingle into the ethereal bliss. Over realms, the monarchs have aspired to bathe in the hushed serenity of fulfilment. Their latent desire craved for the unified eternal bliss in the womb of eternity, where their deluged gale yielded to tranquil azure. In that new cradle, they wanted to hum the hymnody rinsed in revering the eulogy canvas of life, where the Divine wings kindle a new cadence in their dormant awareness beyond the material cacophony.
Love the tender blissful awing night
When your dainty lips brush my unstated delight
The full moon wanes past the ecstatic midnight
Leaving our riveting lust in glee.
The new melody thrust the debonair
Amid the glitz of melancholic suave
The full moon in empyrean oomph
Kindling the twilight gloom
Of our ineffable gloomy tunes
Lulls the jingle of our serene glee
Tender kiss, smooch, ensuing delight
In the quiet of forlorn blissful surge
The sprouting lips in wild withered kiss
The genteel caress of nuzzling boobs
The plumy touch of genteel hues.
Is it today the full moon night?
Lights the dark in obscure bright.
Sings the song of lust with tide
In the beam of moonlit night delight.
Life is but a spurious moment.
To kiss, cherish, adore in contentment.
In delight we sing to Thee
Our doting kisses a new lullaby.
When moon will sink night prevail
Would you still hold my hands?
In tender elysian enamour?