Rhythms of Change

Just a moment more, if we could take,

Rather than the whole lifetime we fake,

Truthful to mirrors, our face to make,

Joy to self and others, and no heartbreak.

In a moment, a flash, everything could change!

Life's boat could float either east or west!

Here we are with no appraisal of our range!

Our know might only keep us afloat a while, at best!

In the dance of time, we find our groove,

Chasing dreams, not stuck in the same old move.

Each step a chance, our spirits to prove,

In the rhythm of life, our hearts improve.

Yet, in this melody, a twist of fate!

A chord unseen, a shift that can't wait!

No crystal ball can predict our state!

We navigate the notes, love and create!

Just a moment more, if we could take,

Beyond the surface, where true bonds make.

Mirrors reflecting the essence we shape,

Joy radiates real, no shadows to escape.

In a moment, a flash, everything could change!

In this journey, shadows may estrange!

A symphony of life, a spectrum so strange!

No roadmap through this infinite range!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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Twilight Reflections

Just as I'm about to close my eyes,

A comforter of life before me lies.

In the stitching of moments, threads unfold

A tale to share, both tender and bold.

I wander through the alleys of time,

A flash of memories, joyful and sublime.

Learn, dear ones, from the steps I've trod,

In the drama of survival, each act, a fraud.

The canvas of youth ripens, dreams mature,

Seeds of passion, wisdom's threads endure.

Chase not just shadows, but the sun's warm kiss,

In the great oceans of love, find your bliss.

In my twilight, as shadows softly grow,

I ink these words, a heartfelt throw.

Life's blend, a mix of joy and fears,

Lessons etched in the passage of years.

Hold onto laughter, let it gently linger,

Kindness, a cloak that makes hearts bigger.

Beware, though, of pride, a deceitful ride,

In humility, true wisdom shall abide.

As I close my eyes, a final adieu,

To the world I leave, to you, it's true.

Cherish the journey, embrace its grace,

In every heartbeat, find your own space.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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Edges of Freedom

Life has proven itself a spiral today!

I've seen a bit of magic along the way!

To be out, on the ledge;

To be free, on the edge!

To find another good reason to sway!

Wonder what it takes to find a play!

The singers have resigned;

Nothing else comes to mind!

I'll let reason take a backseat today!

Embrace the night, come what may!

To live, as if to die;

To crawl, as if to fly!

Hiding in shadows, I found my own way!

Give me nothing, but take nothing away!

You'll see my cause;

Relax every clause!

Life will prove itself a spiral today!

You'll see a bit of magic along the way!

Reach out, on the ledge;

I'll set you free on the edge!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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Shadowland

In the deep Shadowland, where secrets reside,

Subconscious whispers, a creative guide.

A silent force shaping thoughts in the night,

Unseen, unheard, but wields endless might.

Now there, now not; now there, now not;

Now somewhere else; now not anywhere!

There till you see it, not when you feel it,

Present not, absent not; nor unfair!

From a point in the void, out comes a thought,

Born of itself, like a lightning bolt caught,

A spark from the heart of darkness,

With dreams so tightly wrought.

Now there, now not; now there, now not;

Now somewhere else; now not anywhere!

There till you see it, not when you feel it,

Present not, absent not; nor unfair!

You cannot see the rivers in the sea,

Yet you know the one makes the other.

A furious uproar; a crying downpour;

Yet you know tomorrow will be in order.

Now there, now not; now there, now not;

Now somewhere else; now not anywhere!

There till you see it, not when you feel it,

Present not, absent not; nor unfair!

- Pradeep K (Prady)

Nocturnal Whispers

To observe, at closer quarters,

The secrets of the deep night,

In whispering winds, bells, and

In Supreme Shadow's light.

Nocturnal whispers in the night,

Mysteries hidden from our sight,

In the moon's embrace, we'll find,

Secrets of the nocturnal kind.

In quite a timid, lame embrace,

The quiet moon resets its hue,

Rising then, with a silver brush,

To paint the old world in a hush.

Riding in the stillness of night,

Phantoms and shadows divine,

Celestial whispers, near and far,

In the darkness, stories align.

Nocturnal whispers in the night,

Mysteries hidden from our sight,

In the moon's embrace, we'll find,

Secrets of the nocturnal kind.

Under the veil of secrets untold,

The Sprite's dance, eerie and bold,

In the pale glow, waltz and weave,

A labyrinth of tales they all conceive.

In the heart of nocturnal reign,

Silence and shadows intertwine,

A revelation, deep, stirs the soul,

Unveiling mysteries, making us whole.

Nocturnal whispers in the night,

Mysteries hidden from our sight,

In the moon's embrace, we'll find,

Secrets of the nocturnal kind.

As we look out the window, old,

To observe, at closer quarters,

The night sends out shivers, cold,

Through Supreme Shadow's light.

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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The Veil of Truth

You, the veil that covers the truth

You, the play that unfolds the stage

You, the dream that awakens youth

You, the charm that seduces Fate

You're the love that transcends forms

The bliss that surpasses the mind

You're the fire that burns all norms

The spirit the wind leaves behind

You, the light that pierces the dark

You, the sound that silences all noise

You, the spark that ignites the mark

You, the voice that guides every choice

You're the grace that showers boons

The power that shatters all bonds

You're the space that embraces the moon

The flower that blossoms beyond

Oh Mahamaya, you are

The mystery and resolution

The journey and destination

The question and solution

The glory and salvation

You are, you are, you alone are!

-- Pradeep K (Prady)

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Reaper's Harvest

As the Reaper finds the garden,

Of course it is too late,

And the party will have to stop,

And all the guests will have to hop.

The flowers wilt and lose their hue,

The birds stop singing in the blue,

As the sun sets and the moon is out,

The silence fills the air with doubt.

Swings his scythe with deadly grace,

Cuts the threads of time and space,

Reaps the souls of young and old,

And leaves behind a field of gold.

As the Reaper leaves the scene,

The garden looks serene,

But underneath the golden glow,

Lies a secret only he can know.

He has collected all the souls,

And stored them in his secret vaults,

He will return when they are ripe,

And harvest them again with his scythe.

As the Reaper goes his way,

He hums a tune of joy and play,

He loves his job and never tires,

Of collecting souls for his desires.

--Pradeep K (Prady)

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