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My Charismatic King.

Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.

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Sweetheart, my smile often thaws with admiration

Like the lush green meadows pay salutation

To the freshly bloomed Dandelions and Dahlias

When the satin heart unfurls

Her crystal Love in the mellow breeze.


This morning is cocooning new beginnings

As the fragile wings of humming bees

Prance over the velvety leaves

Delighting my twinkling eyes

With an enigmatic buoyancy.


A smile perches on my lips, and I wonder

I wonder… by my troth, whether you’ll be

The lingering fragrance if I’ll be a Rose?

But who has seen morrow, eh?

The eyes only dwell… only dwell

On the wee hours of the morning Sun

That lathers its warmth to the Soul

With a gentle touch of moistness –

Ah! A sweet mesmerizing aspiration!


I closed my eyes to capture the aesthetic moments –

The seconds, the minutes, the hours, the days

But like a whiff of a fresh air,

They soon withered away...

True are the words by the wise old men,

That life is all an encompassing sway

Or perhaps a paradoxical voyage.


I wandered hither and thither,

Perusing the magnificent creatures

Cushioned in the nature’s canopy;

By God! My Love,

They spoke in volumes to me

Echoing in the voidness of a deep tunnel...


That Love knows not ‘mine’ or ‘thine’

It knows not its origin or end,

For it is an imperishable sea

That replenishes the waves of bliss for eternity

And flows like a river of joy,

Unaware of the heavy winds

Encroaching in the sanctum

Of the Universal Soul.

Manatita and friend

compliments of surobhamat

compliments of surobhamat

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Do you know something?

I am tongue-tied today in a peculiar maze

I have lost the key for the utopian gate

Like the fluttering leaves

Traverse in an anonymous forest…

Like the young lovers are lost

Imbibing the heady wine of Love…


Yester night, I treaded like a Swan

Amidst the opulence of a celestial pond

Where a goldfish waiting beneath the blue waters

Asked me of your whereabouts...

Aha! I smiled.

Well, what can I say?

When your name itself suffices…

He who resides in the stellar galaxies

Is beyond the mind

For he is rare of the rarest

Captivating all hearts with cheers

Than the shimmering stars for million years.


Yes, my Dear!

You are the answer to my sacred prayers

Your heart, your Soul, fosters an angelic aura,

Radiating a spirit of inner serenity

In orbit of your full cerulean.


Sweet Luna! Your petal face glows

With a perpetual brilliance

Outsoaring the glory of moonlight.

I know not whether I am frantic or romantic

But these sentiments have showered me

With the Ocean of Love, and

If such immersion is a delinquency,

Then who is the perpetrator?

I know nothing, yet I know of this linguistic

For it is a language of God

That is pure and innocent

And one that fetches laurels

In the alcove of a Bard.


Lo! There are two birds taking a pledge today

Leaving some traces of their vermillion ink –

That their Love shall always remain immortal,

That the dawn and dusk will ring

Eternally on the playgrounds

Narrating their own tales

And their loftiest songs

Will be sung by the young tails.


I’ll not be here, you’ll not be here either

Left behind will be the memories

In the Golden locket

Of timeless eons.


Surabhi Kaura, May 12, 2016, Edited May 24, 2016

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