timeless verse

my desert beauty

whispers a timeless poem

one that i write now

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Vaishali Paliwal

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Magnolia

she sleeps now

flower of Venus

the most delicate

the most gentle

beauty of yin

purest of all

she sleeps now

and even the stars wish

their night had disappeared

so she wakes up

and life everywhere

breathes again

soft.

~

Vaishali Paliwal

Mother

Look at Mother,

an infinite and mystical ocean

of all things of beauty and bliss

perfectly aligned,

growing and functioning

in complete harmony with each other,

without any noise, without any chaos,

so quietly, so magnificently

with utmost grace

with utmost divinity,

each of her branches

each of her wild flowers

birthing in her

prospering in her

and eventually merging in her-

one perfected meditation

one sacred flow

the purest union,

she is Mother

she is naturally breathing in me

I am naturally her.

~

Vaishali Paliwal

Always my name

protectors of the forest invite me

from the gates

built of billion year old rocks

with layers of time

we cannot imagine or write of

but with skins I have touched before,

and the shell sounds echo across

this land of mystical pines

always my name

~

Vaishali Paliwal

How sea dreams

~I am in search of a new language ~

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Arrival

Photo by Vaishali Paliwal

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a shadow enters the glass house walking past that moment of letting go. it walks through known old corridors of supposed reality, corridors that keep narrowing down, but eventually open to a blue sky showing itself in full glory inspite of those high walls surrounding it. hands touch blades of grass that are not real reminding of old traumas and lost words. but a nearby fern continues to breathe,veins of it sharp and shining in bright green seas.

life breathes easy, it flows through the branches of mother flawlessly. it is tender and reachable yet wild and unpredictable. it is always leading the shadow, always holding its hands through all constructions whether true or not, through all conflicts whether real or not, shadow that is me now knocking on my lover’s door.

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~

Vaishali Paliwal

Sacred reminders

i see from far one tree blooming with a flower on her every leaf. feather like petals of the red blooms flying in summer air falling on the ground very gently, so quietly i feel time has vanished. they have sunlight entering them in corners settled between this world and the other, that reaches my eyes like divine light. and in this surreal moment i learn to surrender. i merge. i am part of her magic now. i stand under the tree ecstatic having found my memory back. i remember these flowers now. they have always made a path to my holy gardens, leading me to my beloved, holding my hands through all waves, always reminding me of the pilgrimage i was born here to take.

~

Vaishali Paliwal

Cosmic dance

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always of the stars i came from

always of the moon who never stopped dreaming of me

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now i sing songs of our divine separation

our cosmic play, our next reunion

~

Vaishali Paliwal

Traveler

i have known your song time after time

i know your ecstatic dance

traveler, i know your days in the orchards

i remember your blood moon nights

~

Vaishali Paliwal

Gypsy fingers

moving over an unknown language

catching suns, unbuilding shapes

these gypsy fingers

~

Vaishali Paliwal