Best Enormity Poems
In the ruins of yesteryears
a cave of harrowed woods
and it saves;
These tears dry and I bear;
The wind comes today
Gushing past the wild mountains
Have I not hold my heart
For why they rush to pierce?
This lust of the dusky sky
With the words I wept through
You have heard all;
Yet you rest in tranquil lie
Forever more
And pieces of my heart
Entwines again
And the trees blooms yet again in
purple hue’
Why my endless pain
abhors the wind;
dusty and severe marching again?
why the purple trees shakes
and shivers;
sweeping the streets in fallen wind
Have these sufferings not ended;
For it; has my heart survived
Sixteen years in monsoon wind’
Letters that remains clutched
In my sleeves;
For why this fairy never see
I have written all
Begging- for just mercy
Yet the wind ever halts;
The rain appeal once again
in dusky sky;
and the thunder shakes these trees
Once bloomed in wild passion’
This world is so heavy upon us,
we scarcely can know of the Other
as it impinges on this world
of flesh and bone, air and water,
sky and mountain, man and woman....
Our bodies are too fine--
instruments of unending sensation
from birth to death,
our brains so vast in imagination...
yet so small in comprehension.
We live in fear and longing:
we sin...repent...sin again.
We pass by our neighbors
with barely a glance,
while we turn on our beloved
with blindness, with deafness--
little wonder why we despair.
The great wonder is--
why we are loved...
each of us so difficult,
so repulsive at times...
yet with just a slight
turn of the magnet
and we are bound
together once again.
The most magnificent wonder
of all is why He loves us--
blind little bugs scurrying
about in the dark, sentient
of the mud but insensate
of the glory until we are
transformed by the Light
and can see Heaven cupped
in our hands and feel, at
last, the Eternal beating
deep within our hearts.
Can a denier believe?
Can a man of God doubt?
Can a prisoner leave?
Can a king go without?
Can children die?
Can stars ordain?
Can songbirds cry?
Can deserts rain?
Can killers heal?
Can healers kill?
Can the sun melt?
Can it be felt?
Can the soul see?
Can my soul hear?
Can God be?
Can time disappear?
[posted 12/2012]
Where do you start,
When this world opens up
In front of you,
When this hidden view
Reveals itself in one big bang.
I knew I wasn’t normal
From an early age
But when you hear it all,
It still shocks.
The attempted murder, rape,
Sexual assaults,
Suicides, attempted suicides,
Addicts of all different flavours,
Take your pick.
Adoptions,
Brain tumours,
Autism,
Kids born blind or deaf.
Deaths?
Nothing particularly special,
Just aids,
Tuberculosis,
Pneumonia and the rest.
Thank god,
Thank god for all this.
It saved me,
It saved my soul from non-recognition,
From thinking I was the only one screaming out in solitude.
It explained what was inside,
Explained why I felt so strongly any external hurt,
Explained that I couldn’t cause any extra torment,
That I had to get better.
So I started down the long, lonely path.
Slowly strained to gain strength,
From friendships strong and weak,
From recognition of my soul,
From mere platitudes given by empty bodies.
Eventually I reached the point,
The point where I was strong and capable,
Where I could convince others
Of their meaning.
Later on,
After years of cravings I realised,
I became enlightened.
I did not need to run,
Run scared of these pools of despair.
They were vanquished,
Within my control.
They may not have disappeared
Completely.
To do that would destroy
Who I was,
What I had become.
Just had to somehow strap them down
Release their energy,
Their passion when needed.
And find my soul-filled place.
I shudder
in this great sleep
to awaken--
to understand,
to see,
to know.
Why the mind?
Grasping a bit here,
a bit there--
the pieces
never, never
to come together.
Why do we long,
And what is it
we long for:
the light of God--
all we need,
all we want--
to bask in it,
the one true
luxury.
Yet darkness clings
to us even in the
brightest daylight.
They shine in the night
Billions of them, perhaps more
Disappear in the day
And die as black holes
I shine in day and night
And die as a dust
Separated by infinite distance
I am a part of the same
Reflecting nature’s fascination
Splitting one in to many
Being unable to undo the
Cosmic oneness
Vivifying the nature’s enormity
They twinkle but remain quiet
Conveying dignity and grace
I thunder and boom
Expressing ego and pride
Forgetting my trifle and triviality
Can I be as solemn and serene
Living for billions of years
With tranquility and calm
As a coveted manifestation
Of Nature’s endless bounty
Full of glitter and majesty.
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