SURRENDER IS THE WAY

Triggered with the heat,
and assaulted with the welcomed conditions.
No notion falls inside that mind
that is keen to follow
that has ne’er followed its own self.
Maybe it could stand to be a treasure,
or else a sympathy delivered from the sun.
I stand on the footway where dangers are obvious,
and regard those complexities that happen so often;
and find myself lost
where i don’t know but enjoy.
These turmoils are basic i know it but as a hint,
maybe these torments don’t get cleared after life as well.
And i’m ready to grow all my chests go bigger;
for i can surrender much…

-Rupésh van Morvick

“The Summer With A Toast”

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And the summer remains gloomy,

with the hurdles caved-in temperatures,

as it throws its beams to the heads and attics.

Beseeching to invade the winters

and making the countenance quite substantial.

The nature remains to be at its best;

with the forearms of its thunders and sun,

the ancestral law of ours to claim and reclaim

bears to continue as the veins contribute in running its transit.

Maybe the heat is oppressive for many,

but it must be endured to appreciate a subtle winter and spring…

-Rupesh van Morvick

Love fall

When love follows its instinct,
we are bound to fail under its own gravity;
and when it enters underneath its dwellings
it excites and demoralises as well…
For it’s a profound pleasure and
an ecstatic agony that runs.
Everything seems blurred if burned with love;
everything seems bountiful when touched by love…
It’s a torment…
It’s a meditation;
and as well it’s a beyond life dedication.
Fall inside, and fall again in love…

                                                                                                               -Rupesh van Morvick