Best Onset Poems
when the coolness of spring
begins to fade,
in the wake of rising heat
in early April in north Indian plains,
and the golden wheat crops
shimmer in glade,
flowers of different hues
begin to lose their bright sharp sheen.
the dry, pale yellow and brown
dead leaves of most trees,
shed themselves off one by one
exposing the bare branches,
ahoy!! soon thereafter
the nature’s miracle can be witnessed,
if one looks at the bare dry branches
a bit more closely.
suddenly they seem to be covered
with growing tender green leaf-shoots ‘n buds,
and slowly begin to swing
in the gentle breeze like coy maidens,
taking cover behind each other
they nervously glance around to check,
they have not been seen naked
in their act of changing their attire
by any stranger.
when the flower-laden branches
of mango and other fruit trees
gently dance in the air,
to sweet notes of the cuckoo’s song
attracting butterflies ‘n insects
to their flowers,
and what a surprise to see
not so long after
the sudden evolution of flowers
into small unripe green fruits,
which promise to become
sweet ‘n juicy
in the growing heat of
the engulfing summer.
the morning cool and gentle breeze
rapidly starts to convert itself into,
a hot, biting, dry, strong westerly wind
as the sun simmers
agonizingly close ‘n longer,
everyone gets nature’s signal
to search for shade and cool greens
for solace, before the heat saps up
whatever energy is left in the living beings.
27.5.2014
Wintereinbruch / Onset of Winter / Inicio del invierno
Tage verschwimmen im Nebel.
Eisblumen malen Gesichter
an die Fenster
und die Zeit steht still
wie eingefroren.
Lange schon verstummte
der sommerliche Vogelgesang.
Der kurze Herbst
hält noch die bunten Blätter
an den Bäumen,
doch jetzt sind sie
versunken schon
im frühen Frost
wie ausgefallene Kristalle.
Plötzlich dann
nach nächtlichem Schneefall
fällt die Natur
in allzu frühen Winterschlaf
Days become blurred in the fog.
Tracery of faces on a frosted window
and time stands still,
as being frozen too.
The summer birds' songs
fell silent long ago.
A brief autumn still holds
colorful leaves on trees,
but now they bogged
in early frost like fancy crystals.
Then suddenly
after an overnight snowfall
nature fell into a far
too early hibernation
Días se confunden en la niebla.
Tracería de las caras en una ventana escarchada
y el tiempo se detiene,
como también congelado.
Veraniegas canciones de pájaros
quedaron en silencio hace tiempo.
Un otoño breve aún mantiene
hojas de colores en los árboles,
pero ahora estancado
en temprana helada
como cristales especiales
De prontodespués de una nevada de noche
la naturaleza cayó en tan temprano
hibernación
Wintereinbruch im Mai / Onset of Winter in May / Comienzo del invierno en mayo
Tanz der Schneeflocken
beim Wintereinbruch im Mai
Scheu eine Amsel
Dance of the Snowflakes
onset of winter in May
a timid blackbird
Danza de nieve
el invierno en mayo
un mirlo tímido
My demons: are awakened;
They're lurking around inside my mind
I've become so bitter, shaken
These demons somehow keep me blind.
These demons are trying to get at me;
Throwing obstacles in my way
My writing these words, be mistaken
But it's just my demons wanting to play.
I find myself in grips by my demons;
As if they had chains on me
Thunderous yelling at myself
In the mirror that sat on the shelf.
Gaps in time unaccounted for;
Missing what had just taken place
I know I have some memory problems, face it
But, this is more like it's Alzheimer's disease.
There are these days I forget my name;
And there isn't anything to blame
Sometimes forgetting where I am
Or are these my demons trying to shame me again.
Writing of this makes me uneasy;
I keep telling myself or is this reasons
I ought to choke you to make them stop;
Sometimes, I think my head is going to pop.
No sleep tonight
my dreams upset my mind
it's all about
losing thoughts to time
It's like I was never young
nor hearty, nor hale
like disabilities came early
and wiped my memory clear
Now I worry
what will happen
when my thoughts are no longer honed
I'll just lie there, lost...depressed...alone
February 21, 2013
The Onset of madness
What demons lurk in waiting
beyond my hope of knowing
Why is my TV talking
Whispering slyly to me
As my anxiety carries on growing.
I surface from nightmares sweating
then plunge back into stunned confusion.
Angry lights flickering in my eyes
That only I can see
in life' s ever shifting illusion
I grasp in vain for reality
but instead claw only darkness.
strain to hear the constant voices
plotting my downfall next door
O God! My head is a mess!
Will I ever escape the tentacles
squirming over my face
silence the voices and TV' s opinions
snuff out the lights , illuminate darkness
and rejoin the human race.
The October wind is chilly, cold.
It heralds the onset of Winter.
Harvest is ending we're putting up stores,
Getting ready for Winter to enter.
There's pies, cakes and breads and canned goods galore,
Family and friends come over.
It's time now to rest and visit awhile.
Too soon the festivities are over.
All Summer long we worked and we toiled,
Preparing for Harvest Time.
Then we worked harder than ever before,
To bring in the harvest sublime.
When Harvest is over we celebrate.
We visit, we party, we share.
We give thanks for the blessings that we have received;
For God's goodness and bountiful fare.
Stifled tears
Recorded in
The pages of
An old diary
Made immortal
In the hearts of
Kindred souls
Awakened
By the dawns of
Early light
Cradled thoughts
Luminous indeed
A way for the soul to
Release its many burdens of
Life and lost love
Early winter dew
perched on leaves of oak melt,
dripping buds of jasmine
Woe the one who denies feeling, refusing to follow the tempting caresses of emotion
Claims boredom, holding back from crossing over into the land of adventure of which one stands upon without recognition.
Alas suffering souls congregate beckoning love
And because hearts have yet to shatter incur each other like rocks residing in statues.
Worthless in squandered potential for happiness,
These spirits have shuttered at any introspective thought.
If only the statues would crumble revealing the rocks inside.
One may notice these rocks to be Gems in retrospect.
Written: August 22, 2023
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Under the warm glow of a summer night's sky.
I discover solace and serenity, an instant of sigh.
While enjoying a cup of coffee, I relax on my deck.
I relish seeing nature portray its wonderful trek.
Maples, which was once green, turned red.
Their vivid hues had me sense the delight
Hazel trees quickly followed and spread.
Their leaves turn golden in the sunlight.
The oaks in the far distance loom tall.
The leaves turn a rich, warm reddish brown.
Drawing the end of summer and onset of fall.
Yet it ends in a reward for laborious bound.
For months I've toiled, tending the land,
Weeding, watering, and mowing by hand
But now, as the sun sets low,
I reap the rewards and my labor grows.
The air is crisp, with a hint of fall.
Yet the warmth of the day still lingers.
As I drink coffee on my deck, facing the wall,
Lost in the beauty of nature's fingers.
The golden haze of the summer's eve
Wraps around me as a gentle breeze,
I feel at peace, content, and free to leave.
At this moment, it's just me and the trees.
Rewards of my efforts are not material gain,
But in futile pleasures after a lot of pain.
The colors, the scents, the tranquility
All the riches that money cannot lability.
As the sun dips below the horizon, sublime.
And the sky turns a tapestry of pink and purple.
I am reminded of the preciousness of time.
The wonder that fills us all serves to interpel.
So I raise my cup of hot coffee.
Toasting to the joys of summer's end,
To the chores that have been completed,
And the rewards that nature sends
Unbeknownst tummy why, (around
about 2200 hours October 5th, 2018),
a slew of forgotten incidents quasi
lee linkedin, and questionably
nsync, though lightly browned
with Alfred Lord Tennyson's,
"The Charge of the
Light Brigade" - ("found"
via Google search), nonetheless,
said decades old reminiscences
and remembrances, viz
early father forcefully
came barging unstoppably,
and furiously galloping
out of the blue - painfully crowned
ning me noggin like
a crash test dummy
on the prowl akin
to a frenzied blood hound
tearing at light speed - unbound
(defying laws of physics) just now
forgotten instances I feebly
try to expound
inexplicably purportedly
buried in a “mound”
long forgotten everyday details,
when all my (deux than
young restless) children abound
did with limitless energy ground
me with fatigue as the world turned,
two beautiful hearts lovingly pound
ding with oblivious innocent bliss,
ah such ordinariness unwound
recollections roared back resound
ding lee - into my mind
with out a sound
re: collections long since past
suddenly didst rib bound
did (mainly, when thee and the Punim
spent time at playground
as young little girls),
who oft times found,
ye or Shana clamoring
for this dada to push
both of thee simultaneously
on the swing or merry-go-round,
or later on during that evening,
or another occasion found
the three of us
laughing (ho...ho...ho...) as we played
one or another round
of Mancala, Uno, Scrabble,
Sorry, (where this papa clowned
no matter, he got his game pieces round
lee sent homeward bound),
those supposedly forgotten
days of yore suddenly rumbling
within thy inner sanctum all mound
joyless deep under ground
came barreling thru my psyche
analogous to a class 5 hurricane
like gang busters
lashing out and drowned
at my whole being.
Angels watch from sky
Seeing mysterious waves
Hiding eyes from doom
Angel views from sky
Mythical sea approaches
Hides her eyes from doom
Analogous to many a flaming among
fiery roaring tongue,
poised sinned thyself to flung
maybe this equates with
emotional repression – Carl Jung
would attest deservedly, aye clung
condemned to Dante's Inferno,
searing each lung
where just moments ago, a typhoon
swept over this papa,
no longer a foo fighting
"special hero" unsung,
whose sweaty hands could
no longer grasp hold of sanity
his entire soul felt inconsolably rung
with bittersweet asphyxiated,
choking suffocating tears.