Best Sudra Poems
Part Two
SEVEN STARK WORDS
Seven alliterative blockbuster words struck so
they rhymed initially in juxta-positioning lineal parallels
pausing but in the fourth
to resume breath in the fifth
Leaving the interstitial morphemes in resonating ellipses
The economy of your parsing has wreaked havoc down the ages
in all trans-explicatory tongues
Tough-minded men come from afar
with other gods to serve
and sacrifices to make in the name of their Lords
bent your versification to limp rhyme
and left meaning a hung pursuit
in the hands of plagiarists professors preachers
who
not knowing nor divining the reason for your craftsman’s
concatenation of weighted phonemes
advanced theories for your elastic pregnant mind
strung myriads of pages in exegeses
each staking a claim to posterity
the villainous hanging on your lips
In a time devoid of papered learning for the poor
When to be born a Sudra or Pariah was a sin
When masters were those top-heavy manically-mantric Brahmin priests
Preying on the duped loyal sycophantic Vaishyas
wishing to earn karmic merit with their agricultural gain at their altar feet
such servant-financers as they by legions now lay their souls down
as even the long-gone royally leisure-dispensing Kshaktriyas
how would he who sought the spread of knowledge
not seek to encapsulate learning in mnemonic couplets
arranged according to rigid design
for those who could not count either
Ten fingers in the hand so
Ten the number of facets of a thought
a subject
a theme
even if theme subject thought were stretched too thin
1. Shall I narrate you a tale or may be a thousand stories,
Of a lost love and fervent devotion?
Or chronicles of longing and separation?
Mayhap I, relate both as you wish, open your eyes and give me your ears.
2. For I hear no serenade and diversion no more,
I dwell in evanescence of poetry and free verses,
Yet I yearn for a rune of praise, jealousy or even scorn,
Scythe me not, in a circle I whirl and swirl, beloved.
3. This poor heart beckons the chants of your name,
It that be bounteous, splendid and dazzling,
My lungs hymned shall intone in flamboyance,
Beloved, look-see my essence, my being.
4. Be it, am a sycophant, for your favor,
Behave the heart of peccadilloes and lapses.
Reveal to me the cryptic and the arcane,
The venal lushness of your vision, beloved.
5. You are ubiquitous, beloved,
I attest the signs and the hallmarks scattered,
Yet my caravan never reaches the apogee,
Even in silence, in solitude and slumber I journey.
6. Like the moon, sun and star scads,
Darkness and light, in their sheer vanity,
You are the whole and abound in majesty,
Behold arrogance and vanity are veraciously only yours, beloved.
7. Like a spinning wheel always in motion,
Not a second escapes a nix from your vision,
Yet foundered in my bewilderment you notice me not,
Withal, I carry on until that day when you do, with devotion.
8. Betide a sudra untouchable, so be it my karma,
Yonder I move stubbornly towards my moksha,
Let fate excruciating me to annihilation and redemption,
To my nirvana, peace and nothingness in you, beloved.
9. Importuned, the day you alight by the door,
Ready will I be, no need to knock, alas just enter,
For all doors are yours, be sited beloved while I fetch my flute,
For the flute had been seeking its reed bed.
10. No doors, no restraint in my heart, there is only you,
Always plenteous and as wide as the ocean,
No walls, no locks and no curtains can resist,
For this heart is your dwelling place, for, you never left, beloved.
Earth is the "being" that is evolving, "experiencing life," physically
The only evolution humans can contribute is in their spirit
As I said many poems ago, independence is a myth, but feel free
I write as my record - mere footnotes to the AKASHIC record
Play the part you "feel" you want; but Earth's destiny really reigns
The GOD I know is a Cosmic Being, all the planets are "His Body,"
Each body part and related organ has its own vibrations
Some of us are feet vibrations, will not be heart vibrations
(But as the Hindu Caste system - rightly taken - needed even Sudra)
We are in this together, Earth the Mothership matters most
When we die, we are at a lower vibration that when alive, hence a break!
But staying with evolution (Atlantis, some 12,000 years ago) helped us
By downloading the STARS into the earth, via the Pyramids (in 8 faces)
Allowed undulations of space-time, space-time, space-time, space-time
When we beings here say, "I am," we help Earth continue its Plan
We really have no plan for ourselves, we are like cells in the head, eye, toe
I did confess: all knowledge can help (Islam, Church, Hindu, Buddhist, Jew)
If we link our SPIRIT's journey with Earth continued evolution, too
"The Memory Man"** said, we a tad of Free Will: two tools in a "cage"
How we use these: a paintbrush and paint, is our FREEDOM: sealed room
Will we scratch at the walls to make a hole, with the brush?
Might be better to paint a window, or better yet, a door
Even stars on the ceiling, galaxies, as we may connect with constellations
That just helps us to cohere, put coherence in our thought-emotion-spirit
But most of all, know those who love Earth, have the download, we'd profit
In the joint enterprise to KNOW "Gaia" Earth - and her Cosmic Mission
**NOTE Argentinian-born Matias De Stefano remembers his life in Sirius & in the last days of Atlantis, 12 000 years ago. That knowledge was lost because it only passed by chanting & drinking water (which caught the vibrations of the wisdom). Google him & be prepared to have you head rocked.