Poems by Lily Swarn
Paramananda Wandering like village minstrels
Wind blown souls transmigrating
Across eons of life cycles
Falling in my choking existence
In disjointed,demented disarray
With an eerie noiseless cacophony
Scattered shards of golden urns
Smashed beyond recognition
Each gasping,fluttering soul
Waiting for it’s earthly coffin on a bed of green
Till it reached the final destination
Merging into the paramananda
Copyright Lily Swarn 15.10.2020
Frothing FoamIn this Mela of life
this bubbling cauldron of
dreams and desires
dashing around like a robotic engine
Where am I headed ?
Am I a thought to be nurtured
or a wave frothing into foam
Do I sail through life like a canoe
sleek and slender
Carousing in lakes of umpteen myths
Or do I whizz past like a river raft
Crashing into jagged rocks of thrusting
wants and pining passions ?
Do I jiggle and jostle through throngs of
Lost humans walking zombie like
to their earthly destinations
or do I sleep the innocent sleep
of a cuddled puppy
smug in the faith that my Creator
will never let me down ?
Copyright Lily Swarn 10.10.2016
Mon Aug 15, 2022 4:19 am nga 
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