Best Unceasing Poems
Your demure smile made an austere gist on my Mind…
Every time I see you, it feels you to be of my kind….
I don’t know, if it makes a contrast in your Day…
Even if I must, it’s utterly heavy to say…
I sense ardent, when find you adjacent to my bone…
Yet it’s beyond the boundaries to reach that throne…
I could just crave for you to be a chapter in my fate…
I’m waiting for the day to avow post it’s too late…
By- Gautam
Dated on – 6th Oct 2015
all leaflets green, hack down in spring
to trim the plant, for pleasant scene
sea wave surge wild, but at shore collapse
roar all that left behind, of wave that breath last
drop of tears glide, on cheeks dried
for no one to wipe, in loneliness cried
poems deliberated, on fountain of thoughts
but left unheard, those unsought lines scribbled
a canvas deserted, in blackhole of desires,
art at its best, remains mystery unsolved
in storm of death, began a love perfect
all that matter, lover to be secure
person found eternity, alone in cemetery
soul still clings, to the forbidden self-reality
a thought rushed to live, beyond paradigm
dreams hard to catch, those untimely left
…raHUL
What if you were an inhabitant of a world
Where there's no hate, greed, jealousy, envy, and pride;
And one is not enraged by the prosperity of another?
What if conceit and enmity are erased from the course of history,
And malignity is perpetually swallowed in the deepest of pits,
Sinking to rise no more?
What if your subconscious ideate a world
Filled with love, peace, and harmony?
What if Seven Billion human beings could live together under one canopy,
Tending to and upholding high esteem for one another
As benevolence becomes the ultimate act,
That reigns over all timelines?
What if we put aside the destructive comparisons and competitions,
And every individual follows his or her own path
While uplifting all others at the same time?
What if the promotion of individuality and self productivity,
Was the niche of every human —one to another—
And every gift and talent was equally consequential to society?
What if there was no lust for power
And political leaders as well as government officials,
Assume offices not to seek their own selfish interests
By misappropriating public funds, and embezzling state owned belongings to enrich themselves?
What if they had the sincere dedication
To ensure the welfare and security of the state and its citizens?
What if this world was a sanctuary of peace with the nonexistence of violence,
Where nations were aimed at building, rather than destroying one another?
What if unity becomes a compelling force
That binds the Earth to its core,
And compassion remains the lifelong element
That keeps the Universe in motion?
What if the globe was entirely void
of racism, prejudice, discrimination, and partiality;
Where each and every human was afforded equally the same opportunity
Regardless of their race, sex, ethnicity, culture or nationality?
What if we could finally dwell in a word once dreamed of by Martin Luther King Jr.,
Where "humans will no longer be judged based on the color of their skin, but by the contents of their character"?
There is an extreme power in these questions!
But what if they were a reality, can you imagine what we could all achieve?
What if you allow that imagination to create pictures of transformations?
What if you act stepwise from these unceasing questions,
And give it a chance to become a momentous action,
To make this Planet a better Creation?
The purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
we spotted roadblocks in the countryside
Beyond this stage genuine realms and ages
the purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
Mankind is flawed humanity is tarnished
Evil and unethical events contributed to his death
the purpose of modesty wisdom and serenity
we spotted roadblocks in the countryside
Written May 3, 2021
Summary calendar from mimicked leaves yellow excuses dead alive unceasing,
The fogs all of loves' fate from a wasteland of living dead blue-gray collapsed,
With crows white parrot colorful the moments from palms like sand of time elapsed,
On your neck's mane an I a he a green dove that flies buried releasing.
That left behind in heavens this inept planet wise with meadows of kind,
Leaving you those who will understand like stars drowned in luminous mud,
A two a you plural like the madman from us whole torn who painted yesterday icons,
Fine ladies on empty bottles of champagne full and comets from cosmic terrestrial sand.
Nudes faceless with hidden faces replacing any withered absent leaf present,
Of eyelids unique eye inexistent that sees blindness with a debauched muse chaste,
The mimicked real leaves fall climbing toward the sky of earth where death revives,
The yellow green excuses of eternal ephemeral autumn extinguish lighting forever.
The white fogs all of loves unfulfilled fulfilled in void full empty,
The wasteland of living dead with green oases growing in desert full of sterile life,
Crows white black parrots silent speaking in colors mute noisy multicolored,
The moments from palms escape caught in fingers open clenched of time arrested.
On the mane of your neck without mane an I stranger familiar a he unknown intimate,
A green dove red with blood that left remaining in the subterranean heavens,
The planet inept savant with meadows of kind ordinary extraordinary of sterile grass,
Leaving us stars drowned floating in the transparent mud of infinity bounded.
A two alone a you plural I like the madman healthy from us absent present,
Who painted yesterday tomorrow icons destroyed preserved fine ladies holy profane on bottles,
Empty full of champagne of tears and comets from stellar sand cosmic terrestrial,
Nudes dressed faceless with all the faces replacing the leaf withered fresh.
Of eyelids open closed unique eye inexistent real that sees unseeing seeing,
With a debauched muse chaste modest that inspires the empty full of absurd logical serene,
The summary detailed calendar from false true leaves counts our immortal days,
In the wasteland full of living dead where we all are the drowned stars shining in mud.
B-irthday
R-emembrance
O-f
O-verflowing
K-indness
E-mploys
L-ove's
U-nceasing
C-ompassion
H-eartily
I-mplementing
C-omposition's
H-appiness
Topic: Birthday of poetess Brooke Luchich (February 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic