He asks, "Will you always stay by my side, like a star that never fades?"
I look at him, my heart is like a sea full of answers yet to be spoken,
I wish he knew I've waited an eternity to meet someone like him,
To laugh together like two streams flowing side by side, to hold hands like intertwined branches,
To feel the silent peace of safety even when silence sings around us.
I have dreamed of a thousand possible worlds, but all paths have led me here,
For his smile dispels the gloom, opening paths through the mist of life,
Walking through time alongside his voice, like two voices of the same song.
I want to be there when he triumphs like a sun rising over fields,
When weariness embraces him like a heavy evening cloak,
When the whole world cheers him on, and when his efforts remain unseen, like the roots of a tree.
His question is a dance of innocence on an ancient sky of stars,
When I have waited an eternity to be with this man, like a story just beginning.
Categories:
asks, fantasy,
Form: Free verse
The Darkness Asks No Questions – I do
He stood ever closer to the edge knowing the fear would be worse than the fall,
The tears came, acid lies, steeped in memories poison.
He did all that he could do… knowing there would always be more to do.
Death plays spin-the-bottle with the will to persevere.
She had the soft eyes of a feral cat – waiting.
Low tide brings a foul wind…not a good beach day.
The mouse froze, the cat’s claws tensed, a circling hawk watched.
There’s something about September roses that clings to hope.
The Zen of then – Let it go …but keep the pictures.
There is a sadness to growing older knowing it is all fading – slowly.
A coldness gnaws at the hearts of those trying to remember.
He sits, lost within the shadows of a life – weeping.
Love can lead you to the loneliest places in search of it.
Categories:
asks, death, life, loneliness, sometimes,
Form: Monoku
intent in heart
births thought in head
ego manifests
claiming ownership
birthing delusion
rooted in ignorance
back to the heart
resting therein
in tranquil quietude
identity disappears
but consciousness exists
confronted with the truth
which is inconvenient
for the ego
we are in denial
the puppet
wants to become
the puppeteer
so what will it be
blue pill or red pill
choose
Categories:
asks, introspection, spiritual, truth,
Form: Free verse
A heart asks, why he is in pain, why he is bloody
He doesn’t understand it, this life is cruel to him
His situation is incomprehensible; bad nothing
He feels like a despised beaten man; suffering
He is grieving, he laments, and deeply unhappy
He is missing, but nobody is looking for him
I know this heart, its beating looks like mine,
Yes, this heart is mine, live inside my desire
Nemesis, mortal, open life, death of selfish life
This is one heart, but not only one; few mind
Rhapsodic living, nightlife, and lots of wandering
Hmm, always wondering about himself and life
This heart asks why suffering and pain exist
This heart asks why hearts kill each other
This heart asks why are hearts so envious
Good questions, and there are so many more.
Evil things come from the human heart and will
Murders, envy, and frauds. Says the ancient wisdom.
Killer heart forget my heart!
If you don’t mind, get yours
Goodbye and do not ask…
Categories:
asks, life, pain,
Form: Rhyme
Green leaves, alive, with Spring blue sky.
Sunlight shampoo, no tears to cry.
Each crown is shaped. Kind work is HIS.
Basking in beauty - when there is
light in the world, no one asks why.
Categories:
asks, appreciation, nature, seasons,
Form: Quintilla
Where’s right terrain, rain as if asks,
Where to go, a train as if asks.
Utterly baffled of its task,
What if I bless, bane as if asks.
What should I do in state of Zen?
My mind in restrain as if asks.
Why too much should turn me bitter,
Upset, sugarcane as if asks.
Judge me not, I just do my job,
Innocent as if my pain asks.
Wonder, it’s safe on Earth to fall,
Meteoroids as if feign to ask.
Related, but how close are we?
The rhyme to refrain as if asks.
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Ghazal |01.02.2024|
Categories:
asks, pain, rain,
Form: Ghazal
No one asks troll woman her age
She is older than the petrified forest
twice as old as the snow-capped mountains
Savvy, sage, seasoned, Smithsonian-trained
Hard-working too her followers report
Her fawning fans glom onto every word
Embellishing her feats with adjectives of grandeur
She stacks rocks on her head, consuming none of their flattery.
Categories:
asks, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Prose Poetry
those who have been to us callous
what toward them is our response
do ripples scar our void-like stance
is compassion held in love’s sconce
Categories:
asks, introspection, spiritual,
Form: Quatrain
A love-filled inning love asks for,
Not just wedding ring love asks for.
Let eyes dive deep further to probe,
No more than feeling love asks for.
We all desire joys of our own,
Who suffering in love asks for?
Just a moment-long communion,
What else a loving heart asks for?
Love desires but a glimpse of love,
What else? Heart not a thing asks for.
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Ghazal |17.08.2023| love
Poet’s note: Based on a Gujarati ghazal by Kireet Gosvami:
Categories:
asks, love,
Form: Ghazal
He who asks is not who we are
What soul is, is God’s light
We’re luminous like yonder star
And throb of bliss delight
If we’d know, make thoughts slow
Feel in heart, God’s light glow
Tread softly, gently flow
Futile tasks
He who asks
Categories:
asks, i am, joy, light,
Form: Rhyme
If there’s anything life asks for,
Trusting self, nothing life asks for.
Make unfeeling hearts love as ere,
And back to bonding, life asks for.
What like a lifetime’s hoard we hide,
To free heart’s felling life asks for.
To portray just as picture is,
Free truth from hiding, life asks for.
To forget faults as to forgive,
And no explaining, life asks for.
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Ghazal |01.07.2023| life
Poet’s note: Based on a Gujarati piece by Gunwant Thakkar
Categories:
asks, life,
Form: Ghazal
All conflicts must be healed by love alone,
was the message of the wisdom download
and so taking these as words etched in stone,
our bliss suffused heart sang to God an ode.
Leading by example, masters have shown
that all being one, love alone’s real
and in time will blossom seeds we have sown,
pervading space with its boundless appeal.
How then should we deal with unconscious minds,
when it’s not possible to walk away
and a call to arms as of karma binds
estranged hearts who their assigned roles so play?
One actor will live, the other will die.
We are simply left with the question: why?
25-March-2023
Categories:
asks, conflict, fate, love,
Form: Sonnet
Everyone always asks me about you,
unknowingly opening up wounds;
‘It’s more than a poem.’ they say,
as if I didn’t already know that;
Unknowingly opening up wounds
festering art refuses to heal;
As if I didn’t already know that
I’m consumed to a point I must create;
Festering art refuses to heal;
’It’s more than a poem.’ they say,
I’m consumed to a point I must create;
Everyone always asks me about you.
Categories:
asks, emotions, feelings, love, love
Form: Pantoum
Why do we see the mornings so bright?
Why after each day, there is night?
Why does the earth go round?
Why do bullets break the barrier of sound?
Why does the mother of every child cry?
Even though they know, their child will one day-Fly!
Why does the rivulet sing?
Why does the bell always ring?
Yet, for every why there is good reason,
That’s why every year we have so many seasons,
And each season has a story its own
Where every reason is quintessentially sown!
Categories:
asks, 6th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Why do you do it? Scrooge asks Santa.
What? Santa asks.
All that ho ho ho, Christmas cheer, Scrooge says.
Bah humbug I say.
Santa ponders how to reply,
knowing he will not convert Scrooge,
but wanting him to understand.
Why don’t you do a ride along? He invites Scrooge.
Pull an all-nighter?
Jump down chimneys?
You are kidding, right?
You might enjoy it, Santa says.
Scrooge laughs his feet off.
His laughter is a kind of injured howl.
Who has hurt you? Santa asks gently.
Scrooge stops in mid howl and tears begin.
Let’s start with babies, Santa says.
What do you mean? Scrooge asks, sniffling.
You’ll see. Santa has a big grin.
He has a great idea in mind.
They start at the nursery school down the lane.
All of the babies need to be held, an elf woman tells them.
She hands them both a crying infant and points to two rocking chairs.
Scrooge is astounded; he has never held a baby!
He and Santa sit, and they begin to rock.
Scrooge’s baby quiets down, her eyes close.
He feels loved, cherished, needed.
I get it now, he tells Santa.
Categories:
asks, christmas,
Form: Prose Poetry
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