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Nebulous Horizon


                                            Nebulous Horizon

                               In the earthly journey of human life
                         Each and every soul at some point of time
                              Is confronted with a turbulent strife
                      When one`s life is scorched by a sizzling shine 
                           When clouds from the nebulous horizon
                           Spread veils of uncertainty on the mind,
                            Dim the view, allow not to eye beyond
                             And render one`s future hazy to find;

                      No less than four times, the harsh hands of fate
                           Have hurled me in the clutches of Hades 
                            When nebulous swirls of dust did create
                            All around me a dark and gloomy shade
                           Quite like a murky, misty moonless night,
                                     Let alone a nebulous horizon 
                           Which was far beyond the reach of my sight,
                                    Limited to an intensive care zone.

                         The flame of faith each time dispelled the haze
                                In my adjacent surround, by degrees,
                       But my life scope, still screened with a dark maze  
                                 And twirling like a whirlwind in fury,
                                 Offered no view of my distant future,
                            No stance which direction my life could take,
                              No hint of what goals I could still nurture.
                               No inkling whether my soul was at stake.

                             The clouds of dust and mist on the skyline
                           Slowly overwhelmed all my cherished dreams
                              Propelled my relished goals to the sideline,
                              With my voice just emitting silent screams
                                   With life exuding a sulphurous taste
                                The whole bodily self aching with pains,
                                 But the spirit disposed hurdles to face
                           And the soul shining some strength to regain.

                                    On hindsight, a nebulous horizon
                                        Is now to me of no real avail:
                                Oft on surgical desks, for hours, frozen, 
                                 With the breath anytime likely to fail,
                            I`ve eyed life hanging on a piece of thread,
                              Sustained by faith and trust in the divine,
                              Without the slightest grain of awful dread
                                But with the face lit with a gentle shine.
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July 23, 2025 at 3:12 PM
Krishanand, my sincerest congratulations on your outstanding win in this contest with your remarkable poetry; I found it really enjoyable!
Miller Avatar
July 20, 2025 at 8:45 AM
Congratulations on your top win, I too hope all is well.
Guptar Avatar
July 24, 2025 at 11:34 PM
Thank you poet friend for your kind wishes and for enquiring about me. Sorry to be responding to you belatedly on account of bodily pains. You may wish to see your soup mail for a brief insight. Wishing you a bright day filled with light.
George Avatar
July 20, 2025 at 4:54 AM
Is it fictional or real, I wonder. Yes, when our horizon becomes cloudy, it is faith in God that can restore us back to calm. I admire you for the simple reason that you stood unshuffled when storms raged in your life in the form of diseases. A touching poem. Congratulations on your well deserved first place win.
Guptar Avatar
July 24, 2025 at 1:00 PM
Thank you Valsa for appreciating the above poem and for your kind wishes. I apologise for responding to you belatedly on account of bodily pains. The poem gives only a glimpse of what I have been undergoing. You may wish to see your soup mail for a brief response to your enquiry. Cheers.
Seeker Avatar
July 19, 2025 at 7:37 PM
With fear of death overcome, other fears too should recede. Congratulations on your top win, KG
Guptar Avatar
July 24, 2025 at 10:52 PM
Thank you dear poet for your observations and your kind wishes. Sorry for my belated response on account of bodily pains. Yet my mind, spirit and soul remain strong. The icy hands of death present no fright to me with what I have been undergoing. Wish you fruitful meditation.
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July 19, 2025 at 6:10 PM
Congrats on your top win, Krishnanand! Hope all is well.
Guptar Avatar
July 24, 2025 at 12:47 PM
Thank you dear friend for appreciating the above poem, your kind wishes and for your enquiry. Sorry to be responding to you belatedly on account of bodily pains. You may wish to see your soup mail for a brief response to your enquiry.
Ibeh Avatar
July 19, 2025 at 3:43 PM
Krishanand, heartiest congratulations on your top win in my contest with this exceptional poem; I thoroughly enjoyed it! Like Andrea, the last verse took me aback. It's rather worrisome. I hope all is well.
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July 24, 2025 at 12:40 PM
Thank you dear poet for appreciating the above poem and for its top placement in the poetry contest sponsored by you, Sorry to be responding to you belatedly on account of bodily pains. You may wish to see your soup mail for a brief outlook.
Dietrich Avatar
July 11, 2025 at 11:14 AM
The last verse really interests me. It seems to suggest you are undergoing many surgeries? I hope you are ok.
Guptar Avatar
July 14, 2025 at 8:54 AM
Thank you poet friend for visiting my page and your kind interest in the above poem. You may wish to see your Soup mail.
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