Best Indomitable Poems
Rain thunders ceaselessly
today great horses
in a furious affair
yet still a steady
sunshine burns radiant
and constant its resolve.
To tame such a wrath
such a din! It’s presence
an immovable ardent witness
to my so savage yearning
to my deep longing
my utter devotion.
A million assaults
all round gushing gashing
smashing slashing
flooding fast and yet
this prevalence in me
nearly indomitable
scarcely insuperable.
Though the torrents
seem a ruination yet
still stoically wells
within me this sum
this magnitude this
permanent totality
of mighty light
reigning steadfast
over me over all.
typhoon's paw erupts
from the blue sea - fights our will...
indomitable
10.02.16
Unstoppable sea
Inextinguishable sun
Incandescent moon
Unending journey
Unshakable foundation
Untiring love
Indomitable
The essence of my spirit
Invincible ME
My Indomitable Soul
Once upon a time; yet not so long ago,
When my innate innocent days were taking wings toward adventurous adolescence,
The golden rays of my life were smitten by fate’s derisive decree doomed for me to undergo.
My dear dreams of coming years of bliss-
were lost under an apocalyptic eclipse.
The lilting notes of the bird of my time; sweet and surreal,
were crushed and cursed by fate’s ominous ordeal.
The beauty that I till then cherished, the pride that I till then held about my physical form,
was ambushed and annihilated by fate’s seething storm.
No love for comfort,
No comrade for support,
No near, no dear,
No real, nothing more to lose and fear.
Oh fate!
You might rob away my beauty and compel me to feel lost and astray,
You might force people to avert their gaze at my sight,
You might let my love betray,
You might challenge me and vex me with your malicious might,
Say, can you shackle my throbbing heart to feel the pangs of love?
Say, can you hanker the surging cadences of my youth’s poignant passion?
Say, can you daunt my wings to chase my dreams?
Say, can you steal the beauty of my soul beyond my flesh and skin?
You might shut all the doors of hope for me,
Yet I will assuage my pain with nature's bountiful beauty, and my spirits free.
You will never be able to conquer my dismantled, disoriented yet determined soul.
SAPTARSHI MUKHERJEE
With all my frosty fires I rise up--
To the risen rage that fills the skies within my eyes
Where is the cage that looks to lock me up--
Its bars no match for the laughter of my boot
Show me your wretched chains, like rusted amulets--
I plan to use them as filament, only to clean my smoking pipe
Unload your wishful trove of tactics on me--
For I promise the soil that my heels will never turn
And when you fail amongst the body I expect you'll turn to your words--
Like hooks in the slaughter, you'll try and flip me up with your venomous tongues
Preposterous protection I say--
I drink the blood of cowards, your spoken hate tastes of mercy!
Take your razor words and swallow them whole--
Along with the spoon and the bowl
Conceal my fruits and I shall rage against your secrets--
For there is nothing within me that was born asleep
Do not tempt those willing to set fire to the mountain tops--
For they climb holding tight destiny's fortitude, ready to burn with the spear;
March 21, 2016
leaning ...... and falling
my last thoughts of only you
drifting in between
your touch, my crash, rushing past-
my soul racing to your side
forever, in love
never silenced heart be lost
rising from the ash
mere flesh all that disappears
...Dedicated to the memory of those we lost on 9-11...forever in our hearts
She never entered a ghetto.
She perfected a high-pitched falsetto.
At the Carnegie Hall
she could both enthrall and appall
as she shredded every libretto.
She's up there with her heavenly peers,
Where many angels must now plug their ears
Take away lusts dark sleep of shallow dust.
Me, to emerge-crowned, both righteous and just.
Take the poison from my hollow likeness.
Away, this venom that bleeds to mine own.
Lusts serpents have bitten at my carcass.
Dark penetrations wallow in this crown.
Sleep is my only place of cares rally.
Of my excuses and weakness and hordes.
Shallow is my grasp on a better hold.
Dust is now a tool I must take-in-ward.
I am stained of my own accord, Lord.
May you gain me entrance to thy kingdom.
Emerge me from prison to thy splendour come.
Crowned within your divine place of refuge.
Righteous the one whos Fathers will is done.
In thy name you take away pains deluge.
Justice thine favor, your anger made gone.
writing what I feel and think
dissatisfaction, dilemmas, disillusion
my soul and spirit in blog
it eases the pain somehow
helps me to come to terms
thinking I am in control
when a higher power dictates
the past and the future
all that I am and will be
a future mapped out long ago
a course that can not be changed
dark and light at the same time
expecting the worst
but hoping for the best
while my guardian angel sleeps
the candles that were lit
extinguished unanswered
a lifetime of obscurity
that is dictated in
day to day measures
a future that is indomitable
Till last moment, life can produce a meaning.
Of sky, stars and space between darkness and light.
I am not going to weigh the burden
and insult the ‘how’ of impossible,
so much is still to finish.
I am not going to commit suicide.
Are there any takers of grass, of moon
and scented winds?
the borderline is very vague between
ecstasy and depression.
A bit of silence, a patch of sunlight
I drink my cup from the tranquil hands.
I am water, I am fire
The fear is not going to dissipate me.
SATISH VERMA
The exigent mountain
in the tough terrain
of upheaved life,
crumbling,
needs to be climbed
as the solemn summit
alluringly calls.
I follow
the undefined trail
in surging storm
of stifling strife,
relentless.
I cross with piety
the divine portals
God installs
in the precincts
of eclipsed destiny,
dormant.
In His decree,
designed with certainty
I repose resolute trust,
faith shows me the path
to the content summit
of solacing rapture
in the dark nights
of scary squalls,
delusive.
The turbulent sea
of chaotic life
in tempestuous disarray,
I need to sail
serene,
find with forbearance
the last anchorage,
get guided
by His benign beacon
with dedication just,
steadfast.
The tormenting alley
of endless anguish,
submerged
in opaque darkness
desolate,
needs to be lit,
the shreds
of shattered soul
salvaged from the abyss,
are to be sutured
with threads
of divine essence
esoteric,
embroidering ecstasy
at the frail fringe
of agonized actuality,
shaping the survival instinct,
indomitable.
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