Bina Gupta Poetry and Short Stories » Metaphysical

Ancient maps/flags

Bina Gupta — Wed, 03 Aug 2011 16:47:47 +0000

Ancient maps/flags

Swatches, patches
Strains, refrains
Snatches, peals

Shreds, pieces
Ancient maps
Soul compasses

ocean’s murmur
Nature’s twitter
Surfacing old ken

Elusive, unpinned
Tantalizing discomfort
Knowledge within reach

No time for frustration
Beckoning pathways
two pronged veins arteries

déjà vu relics
impinge, tingle
dreams real surreal

realization’s dawn
omnipresence eternal
timeless, infinite

thresholds, windowsills
glass doors, panes, ever
revolving, escalating, lowering

light puddles, tarot plucked
tea leaves in dregs
beg to be read

(*ken: knowledge

often wonder- have 100s of (e)friends, yet only a handful connect deeply-
the whys and wherefores of it- I question myself all the time- is it a past connection?
Déjà vu kind?)
**pic from internet

Connections, Linkages

Bina Gupta — Mon, 11 Jul 2011 20:55:05 +0000

Bringing the bodies home

Connections/Linkages

Physical bodies matter little

Get backward linked forward

we still bring the bodies home

astral, emotionally bound

even as we go through life

going through the motions,

we stay thus connected

keeping them prisoners

mutual histories bind the clay

forming bodies, in mind at play

** The astral body is a subtle body posited

by many religious philosophers, intermediate

between the intelligent soul and the physical

body, composed of a subtle material.

Life Chakra

Bina Gupta — Tue, 17 May 2011 16:51:23 +0000

Life Chakra

Self controlled, swallow back
of grief laced spilling waters
swelling throngs paid homage

paper shell lay on icy ledge
a ripe melon severed from vine
another thistle in blowing wind

real half climbing to journey on
entering mystic sienna cave portal
ready to don another abstract form

opening eyes in a new city, life,
another crisp layered ad- mixture
self chosen by past karmic choices

(pic from internet only)

The Constant Elements

Bina Gupta — Wed, 04 May 2011 14:36:42 +0000

Decades ago, bells, cymbals, morning prayers pulled
This morn taped prayer beckons from eastern joint
ancient chant cobras sway resonating in déjà vu mind
I pull body soul together to navigate another new day

Cisterns of conscious streams flow in channels of mind
Few easily plumbed, rest will reveal depth in due time
unfurling petals of heart to soak in healing dawn ligh
that floods innards devouring darkness skulking inside

fettered soul flutters feebly chomping to fly free
tethered to a non robust shapeless decaying body
florescent veins of knowledge sluggishly course as
chi tries valiantly to clear inner pathways perforce

karmic chakra will play itself out one day
this house of cards will finally fall, call it a day
unfettered I will wait curbside for the chariot
Failing which, I will self propel, taking instant flight

Ashes to ashes dust to dust panchbhootam will fall
Sky, air, water, earth fire will claim their atoms, all
The shimmering within will fly to fresh pastures until
Complete self purification allows entry into own abode

*panchbhootam: sky, air, water, earth, fire

Not Departed

Bina Gupta — Wed, 19 Jan 2011 22:55:09 +0000

Not Departed

Not departed

she

lingers

aftermath

of perfume

floating

in air

connecting

particles

particular to

particular

particles

Tickling

memories’

nostrils

fiber

to love

fiber

timeless

hovering

seeping

into sleeping

beloved’s

dreams

waiting

biding

time

In Conversation with the Crow

Bina Gupta — Sat, 04 Dec 2010 04:13:57 +0000

In Conversation with the Crow

Floating on a wing and a prayer
traversed leap of faith, crossed
Next dimension

Netherland of shadow people
Dwellers of crossing over
Halted ones

Hanging in state of disbelief
Neither here nor there
All kingdoms denied

Queried Mr. Crow, who held court
Harbinger of times (un)kosher
Tidings ill bearer

Why spurned my welcoming platter
Of choice flesh to you that mattered
Hurt heart, decried

Crow replied:

Have respect when life lingers
Wick of life on last legs flickers
Hover, bide time, until

Hourglass lets go final grain of life
time enough to get my fife
For boating souls to other side

I am but a messenger, carrier
Aiding souls readied for crossover
soul less carrion, my charge (r )

ashes to ashes dust to dust
life existing disintegrates thus
souls I carefully navigate

Other realms dimensions to populate
firefly souls crossing over
final glow sparklers

submerging into the golden orb
losing identity in The One entity
no more incandescent

Calmed mulling over what was said
Hastily homewards bound I sped
Opened eyes in my bed

(pic. from wiki.)

Free At Last

Bina Gupta — Sun, 18 Jul 2010 16:53:23 +0000

Fearlessly I run amok in the whole mansion
Chatter of my tiny feet gets new owners’ attention
Many peaked ears hug walls and water pipes
Trying to nail the source of my sound bytes

Our duel of wits had lasted a long time
Until they accepted defeat giving me respite
No longer wary, I breathed happily, to enjoy
Free run of kitchen, bite here there to annoy

Hating my guts, a professional they’d employed
To capture me, heal their bleeding hemorrhoids
But I come from a stock both spunky and wily, in me
Catcher met his match, unusual protagonist, slippery

Grandma said at time of my birth stars had conspired
Hence I was always in trouble, all reform plans misfired
The professional set many a mousetrap for my capture
My uncanny skill kept me one jump ahead in utter rapture

Our cat and mouse play went on for many months
Until, end of his tether Professional gave up on seventh
To celebrate victory we had a gala party on the eighth
Ceasefire gave us all time to catch our breaths

Then alas, one day the building next door collapsed
Taking down a wall of our mansion that was attached
Life ebbed out of all of us as we scurried here and there
Disgusted, our master sold house dirt cheap in despair

~~
I should be the last person to say anything against temptation,
naturally, but we have a proverb down here ‘in baiting a
mouse-trap with cheese, always leave room for the mouse’.
- Hector Hugh Munro

Mouse is Not A Thief, It is the hole that Allows Mouse In!

-Herman Jacobs

picture from internet

The Ancinet Cave

Bina Gupta — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 01:11:34 +0000

Deeply embedded in snow
Electric eye mesmerizing
In waves azure, mystical

Primordial sounds emanating
Tingling aura, hymns, bells
Pealing, appealing

Tugging at the heart
Stirring buried links
Soul beckoning

Déjà vu astonishment
Familiar and yet not so
Weather beaten pathways

The ancient cave
Ancestral haven
Magnetic

Waves rippling
Dreaming with eyes
Inwards opening

What is dream?
What is real?
Substance

The Monk

To free my mind
I sit to unwind

Detached from tree
A mere leaf I be

Can hold them nor me
Time and tide I ever be

Stilling mind I sit still
Lotus pose daily drill

Mind’s activity to abate
Ever wiping its slate

Detached thoughtless
Purposeless- nirvana

To free mind
I sit to unwind

A monk I be!!

Note: last year during our Alaska cruise- in the glaciers we saw a huge opening and it was a glowing blue in color- it sent tingles down my spine even though I joked that Superman is going to fly out of it! I was trying to capture the feel.

Lover’s Tryst

Bina Gupta — Thu, 24 Jun 2010 00:23:54 +0000

Every full moon night she wails

For her lover

Lovers Tryst

Drenched in love

Soaking moonlight

Technicolor dreams

Lined silvery bright

Hotfooting in thick mist

She had kept her tryst

Cupid had shot her a grievous blow

Had felled her by an alien elbow

The elbow had belonged to an Adonis

Crestfallen he’d cried mercy, blown a kiss

Tears streaming she’d suddenly smiled

Falling headlong in love sans any guile

They kept their trysts where they’d first met

On full moon day by lake and branch lunette

They made plans and wove golden dreams

Eyes ecstatic despite inimical bloodstreams

Six moonlight trysts later this was their seventh

Families sworn enemies and their love at zenith

Fearful fluttering heart desperate searching eyes

She waited for lover with prayer on quivering lips

Midway to rendezvous brother and lover clashed

Steel to steel rang out that fateful perfidious night

They slashed one another, life ebbing out of both

She languished on tree trunk waiting for betrothed

Thus she awaits her lover every full moon night

A piteous wail rising out of waters silvery bright

Unrequited love never allowed her soul to depart

Eternally waiting for lover, fate had pulled apart

They say souls of these ill fated lovers do meet

Every full moon by shimmering lake and mesquite

Mesquite: hard wood (tree)

Lunette: crescent

Picture is frfom internet-disclaimer

Lover's Tryst