Best Arjuna Poems
My mind is dark with the thoughts of doom
Shadows of death and miseries loom
I wish I could try and fight
The stench of death and darkness of night
Many thoughts bewilder my soul
My heart bleeds through a jagged hole
Why do I have to kill to live?
Why don’t I have happiness to give?
My heart screams for an explanation
My soul cries for salvation
Why is my hand smeared in blood?
Why is everyone around me dead?
I walk through the graveyard of people I killed
Was this the death that god willed
Why was I the harbinger of death?
Why was it me who laid them to rest?
I live a life that I rather not dare
My nights are an endless nightmare
Why can’t I be released from this living hell?
Why don’t I have someone to tell?
Will I ever escape? Will I ever be free?
Will I ever be pardoned? Will my life ever be merry?
All I ask my God is sanity
All I need from me is humanity
I have killed to live, I have lived to kill
Done acts I am not proud of
Will I ever have peace to gain?
Or will I need death to live again
Tell me lord; am I not your child?
Weren’t they too, because of me who died?
Was it my fault that I had a gun?
Why didn’t I have a place to run?
Questions in my mind abound
My dreams come back at night to hound
My only release I know is death
I hope it comes soon and me it gets
When death smiles at me with all its charms
I will lie with glee in its waiting arms
Then for sure my soul will be free
And those of the people murdered by me.
On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos
No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions
Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us
Untidy chaos intervenes
Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war
To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one
Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly
It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.
Trappe within my skin,
trapped within my life.
I live each day within
the same parameters
of responsibility.
I do right
no matter what.
I've done wrong
believing it was right.
Such constrictions,
such borders,
leave me no outs,
no excuses.
I want to explode,
but suspect implosion
will be my lot.
Where do I get relief
within the boundaries
that I set?
Take a cleansing breath,
embrace the rules,
embrace the borders
do your dharma
On the edge
Slightly out of vision
Chaos
No, thank you
I’ll take my social order
On rye
Hold the onions
Hey, I wanted rye
Every day reminds us
Untidy chaos intervenes
Deny it and go mad
Face it and imagine war
To be involved in life is to be involved in battle
There is no escape
Cave dwelling aesthetics are fools
Thus sings the auspicious one
Learn to struggle
Honorably
Graciously
Nobly
It’s not about the win
Which, in any event, is
Ultimately
Futile.
Giving a mystical inlander,
far-reaching to fall on dormant,
grip in the wilds of Mount Arjuna.
Trembling fingers,
gently caressed,
the pile of soil wet,
as Roombutter melted.
Casuarina seedlings,
sculpt beautiful grooves,
wailing to Lord,
the pine grows fertile.
The remnants, a glory deer valley,
symphonized jungle fowl sound,
beyond tumultuous Krontjong tones,
An illegal logger Meneer relaxes.