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The Unfathomable Depth
The lunar orb has shed its mystery,
The Martian tract is now the goal of man,
No more distance is a word of glory
And no more is space beyond human ken.
Yet the chasm between man and man
Grows with every gust and every breath,
Down and down the solitary den
Man sinks and builds his lonely nest.
Man has fathomed the earthly planes,
Man has scanned the the atomic lanes,
Nature has he tied to his own needs,
He can boast of unlimited deeds.
Yet man is to himself a mystery,
His own heart is a boundless sea,
Where conflicting waves rest and roll
And reflects the the light of the soul.
His soul is an unfathomable depth,
Where neither winds nor tempests ever blow,
His soul is of such an immense breadth
That no learned bard can ever know.
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At a Crossroad **
Treading down the I I journey of life
Through thickets, I I thorns and tortuous lanes,
I reached a I ~ I critical crossroad
Where three roads I ~ I defied my tender brain
To impact on I~ ~ I my future load.
I ~ I
The west- bound I ~ I road was large and even,
With skyscrapers I~ I all along its height,
Musical sounds I ~ I that could deafen
The ears and sheer I ~ I glittering wealth
That often turned I ~ I to a burden.
I ~ I
The second road I ~ I quite eastward bound,
Rather rough, I ~ I rugged and narrow
Smelt of sweet I ~ I incense all around
And echoed I ~ I devotional songs
With chanting of I ~ ~ I hymns on the ground.
I I
The third road, I ~ I just sprawling ahead,
Was chilly, startling I ~ I and daunting
And offered no I ~ ~ I glimpse going forward;
Moving ahead I ~ ~ I was like making
A bounce in the I ~ ~ I immense unknown.
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At the crucial / ^ / crossroad of life
Knowing not along / ^ / which road to strive
I closed my eyes \ ! \ to the surrounds
And delved deep \ ! \ down my inner self
To guide me on \ ! \ my way around.
/ ! /
Soon a clearly / ! / visible light
From within, / ! / from my inner self,
A self-sufficing \ ! \ light, deep bright,
Drawing its fuel \ ! \ from my faith
And my trust in / ! \ the Supreme Lord
Beckoned me to / ! / follow its trace.
/ ! /
In the midst of / ! / sheer solitude,
I trailed after / ! / the divine light
Braced with the \ ! \ shield of fortitude
Through a maze of \ ! \ deep frost and mist
Along a path \ ! \ buried in quietude
And travelled / ! / only by a few.
/ ! /
I stalked the light / ! / for miles and miles,
For days and days, / ! / for years and years
When it dawned \ ! \ upon me with smiles
Towards the end \ \ of my journey
That the light led \ ! \ me to the road,
Glittering with / ! / brightness and sunny,
Beyond the bounds / ! / of spirituality
To the divine / ! / sphere of eternity.
**Jeremiah 6:16
This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls..."
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Written 16 August 2023:
Placed First in "Why Are We Here Poetry contest",
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker
Why are We here?
Let`s ask ourselves why are we here
And delve down the depth of our soul,
Let us down our self strive to peer
And find in life our real goal.
A soft voice from within murmurs:
We`re here the human kind to raise,
To bring our bricks to build shelters
For those in need, looking not for praise.
We`re here to bring a helping hand
To those in want of a loaf for the day,
And to those in distress be a true friend
Or bring to them hope on their way.
We are here as instruments of the Lord
To implement His grace and compassion
That no man on the earthly abode
Is ignorant of His lofty mission.
We are here to mark our footprint
In the roll of the human race
That will resonate in bold print
For ever across time and space.
We are here not to harp on I and me,
But to serve the Almighty Lord,
Not to gratify the human body
To the utmost we can afford.
First and foremost, and above all
As temporary travellers
We are here to distil our soul
And to discern the Lord`s marvel.
We are here for lives after lives
Our soul to clear and purify
Until no more we are at strife,
Until our body and soul are allies.
We are here on earth until we are fit
The cycle of birth and death to shatter,
This world without remorse to quit
At the Lord`s shrine to seek shelter,
To seek bliss and liberation
Free from the earthly web of illusion
In search of divine unification*.
*"But he who unites himself with the Lord is is one who with in spirit"
6.17 Corinthians (Majority Standard Bible)
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Written 24 November 2023
No. 1260 New Verse Poem Posted
Nov. 21 Onwards Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Some Musings on the Inner self
If in the stillness of our room
We gently close our eyes,
From the very depth of the gloom
We may sense some far ties.
If in the midst of the silence
We deep open our ears
And ponder on our existence
We may a thin voice hear.
If with a calm serenity
We muse with peering sense,
With mindful serenity
We may learn life`s essence.
If in the pitch of solitude
We peer at our own soul,
We may feel a deep quietude
In our mind as a whole.
If in the peak of stern stillness
We scan the inner self,
We may view a gleam of brightness
That longs to guide ourselves.
In the depth of the inner self
Lies some gentle brethren
Very much akin to ourselves
And a tender human.
The inner self is like a pond
Reflecting man`s image,
Cherishing human love and bond.
All throughout the ages.
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Placed Second In :
Spring Sonata Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Joseph Bru
Spring Sonata
When the queen of seasons serenades her sonata
And the spring sun spreads its soft shine on earth,
It`s time for daisies purple and blue to take birth anew,
For lilies pink and white to spring out from slumber
And daffodils yellow to garb on a new dress.
When the spring shine gently warms the air far and wide,
It`s time for camellias deep red to parade their blooms,
Vie with the splendour of tulips orange
And spy the frolics of skillful bees
Stealing nectar from the midst of flowers.
When the sweet breeze of spring sings its song,
It`s time for flowers to display their pomp
And their brilliance to all observant eyes,
Pervade the air with their delicious scent
And radiate the joy of life and living.
When the spring morn creeps in at dawn,
It`s time to lend ears to sparrows
Tweeting and twittering at ease
Amidst robins chirping with grace
While scanning the air with flapping wings.
When the moon and stars of spring slips in,
It`s time for sages to stare at the shine
Subdued by a slight breeze that caresses the skin,
And for staunch lovers to stitch sweet sugary dreams
In the stark silence of their silken couch.
When the gentle night of spring steps in,
It`s fitting time to scribble a serenade
To hail the gracious queen of seasons
And offer to her heartiest appreciation
For bestowing on man her generous boons.
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Placed 8th in :
A Brian Strand Premiere no. 1217
Poerty Contest
A Little Child of the Night (Revisited 21 June 2023)
A
little
child,
joyful and
smiling above
in the nightly sky, Keen to please the beholder`s eyes
and beckoning her to tenderly take him In her
arms and fondle with him, Shower pure
motherly love and lull him to rest
Close by her maternal breast
until the radiant light of the
coming day Will without
woe veil his lesser light
away. When * night will
stealthily creep in,
up high he will
smile anew.
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Placed First in:
Can`t Believe It was a Na Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Silent One
The Search for Idealism
Existing in the recess of the mind
Idealism, a gem one seeks to find,
Is a goal that is worth attaining
And its search makes life worth living.
The offshoot of a noble dream,
Idealism seeks to guide one`s goal
Towards a sure and shining stream
That reflects the light of the soul.
Vain is life without idealism,
Just like a ship sailing at sea,
But failing, despite realism,
To find for shelter a fitting lee;
Vain is life without an ideal,
Just like someone stripped of the soul
And facing life`s real ordeal
To know which way to wisely stroll.
If we do glance around the world
What do we with sorrow witness?
What does all our landscape unfold:
Happiness or sad bitterness?
With sorrow we behold sanguine wars
Between advanced neighbouring nations
On a scary scale not seen long before,
Inflicting misery on populations;
With awe, in various regions, we witness
Mounting tension and violence,
Stemming from lack of tolerance,
Sowing amidst families dire distress;
With pain we view states torn by civil strife
Driven to the edge of starvation,
Without access to the basic needs of life,
Without any hope for salvation;
With anguish we see a divided world,
With a minority lapped in plenty
And a staggering majority hurled
In the abyss of abject poverty;
With fear we eye the onslaught on nature
And pollution of our environment,
Foreboding ill omens for our future
In the absence of major containment;
The global scene surely simmers with misery
In the midst of unrivalled opulence,
Devoid of a gleam of humanity
And braced with the armour of impudence.
The search for the ideal role
Indeed, varies for various souls
In line with goals they wish to achieve
And high values in which they believe.
Yet just peep down the inner self:
It yearns for peace and smiles for others,
It shines with hope and faith in oneself
And is keen to treat others like brothers.
Let the search for true idealism lead
Us to treat all men with love and kindness,
To treat one and all as of the same breed,
To light their life with rays of happiness;
Let the search for idealism in life
Properly pave the way to global peace,
Rightly end all civilian strife
And endow citizens with gleams of bliss;
Let the search for idealism
Sow in one and all the seeds of compassion,
Ignite the flame of altruism
And herald a new global vision;
Let the search for idealism
Elevate the whole human kind,
Make the world thrive with humanism
And, in justice, redeem mankind.
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Hope and Effort
When the sky is veiled with a dark hue
And the days are windy and cold,
When prospects for the sky to turn blue
Are dim, remote and far from bold,
When darkness spreads over our life
And living is a daily strife,
When chances for brightness to recur
In the near term are faint and blurred,
When fate has hurled us in a ditch
And dreams seem to be out of reach,
But the youthful hue sits on our skin
Like a plant newly flowering,
Like the freshness of a morning dew
And the joints carry manly strength,
Hopes for summer to bring anew
Brighter sunny days at length
May truly rejoice the heart,
A solid sense of strength impart,
Cheer up the spirit for a while
And on the face restore a smile.
Yet hope can turn out to be futile
If it rests on grounds that are sterile
And not tendered with rightful care
Or left alone to its own fare;
Dreams may remain only as dreams
If not propelled with with proper steam,
Hopes for a better tomorrow
Can be the cause of sorrow
If not cemented with efforts
Aimed at improving our own lot.
Hope may lead to a world of illusion
And give rise to sad delusion;
It can`t serve as a prop for long,
Nor does man survive on hope alone;
Our beloved goals to achieve
We need to roll up the sleeves,
Set our hands to relentless toil
And not let our chances to spoil
As to make our dreams come true
To ally hope with efforts is the clue.
When the wrinkles of age creep in
And the bones become weak and thin,
When health stares at us with a jeer
And there is no ground for a cheer,
We may slow down the pace of our engine
Or give a break to our machine,
But we need not let dark despair grip our mind,
Or allow sad thoughts to bring life to a grind;
We need to let the light of hope brighten our day
And divine thoughts ever guide our way.
Even if storms should spread their fear
Let us not give up, but maintain the gear,
Even if thunder should tear the sky,
Let us ever raise the flag of hope up high,
Even in the pitch of the night
When the horizon is out of sight
Let us propel our journey with efforts
And with the light of hope in our heart
These will illuminate our soul
And lead us to our goal.
Written by Krishnanand Guptar
12 February 2023
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The Body, the Mind and the Soul
When the body battered by fate
And worn out with worrying age
Reaches quite a delicate state
In the midst of life`s final stage,
When the body aches with pain
And walking a hundred footsteps
At a stretch is a task in vain,
When climbing a dozen of steps
Leads to outright gasping for breath,
I feel like taking a due rest
Instead of still moving uphill
At the behest of my own will.
When the mind is as ever strong
And the spirit is still quite fresh,
When the self is as ever young
And the soul is as ever blessed,
They long for rhymes and rhythms to frame
And divine hymns to sweetly air,
They long for the light of their flame
To impart to those with a flair,
They long for their emotions to share
With those who truly wish to care,
They long for their thoughts to partake
Amidst those with a real stake.
As the seat of reason, the mind
Aims at a fine balance to find
Between what the body cherish
And what the ego do relish
While the sole yearning of the soul
That keeps body and mind in control,
Rules over the heart and the will,
Keeps desires at a standstill,
Reigns over thoughts and the passion
And leads the imagination,
Is neither to retreat, nor to bend
But to pursue its journey to the end.
Squeezed in the midst of the cravings
Of the body, the mind and the soul,
Can I construe which chord to string!
As the Lord sways and and does control
The whole universe and the soul,
A very minute particle
Of the eternal Supreme Soul,
As a creature meek and humble
Let me cede myself to His will
That He may guide my path until
The end of my journey in life,
Until the last breath I shall strive.
Placed 5th in
Up to You Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written 8 March 2023
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The Light of the Inner Self
In the pitch of a wintry night
With dark clouds veiling the moonlight,
With rains splashing on window panes
And washing dust on nearby lanes,
With a wild wind whistling outside
It is a boon to be inside
A homely house to take a rest
As birds seek refuge in their nest.
I switch off the lights of my room,
Just close my eyes in he dark gloom,
Pray the Lord that I may have a good sleep,
His grace and blessings I may reap
And I am endowed with due strength
To face the coming day at length.
But soon a light invades my eyes,
Brightens my self far wide and high,
Sends a sizzling sense down my ribs
And seems to say that my prayers
Have by the Lord been agreed
And inscribed in divine letters.
I reckon it as the inner light,
The true light of the inner self
That covertly day and night
In all human beings dwells,
But eagerly awaits to be lit
Through ways deemed proper and fit
To guide their crucial path in life
And steer their course in their daily strife.
Honourable Mention in
Your Option Again Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand
Written on 25 February 2023
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