Fear is like a tear, it rolls down into a pail, it fills with so much, it overflows causing much fear.
Fear can cloud our mind, make us do things that we would never do with a clear mind.
Fear not the tears, fear the last days of life, the ones that make our story bright.
Fear can cause change, it can make others do things they might regret, making us think how did we get here.
Fear not the tears, fear the last day on earth, the ones that we carry forward to our ever-loving life.
Fear is like a power, it can cause change, it can cause positive and negative, it can make the changes that last forever.
Fear of being dull, fear of being lost, fear of being poor, fear of many issues, can lead us to decisions that cause us to feel shocked and sad, leaving us with scars that last forever.
So let go of your fear, and replace it with ways that heal, heal all your sad and be glad that you can see a new way out of the fear.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always.
I have carried many versions of myself. One spoke softly because he feared being heard. Another laughed too loudly because he feared being forgotten. There was one who belonged to a village road, another to a crowded city bus, another to an airport departure gate illuminated at three in the morning.
Each believed he was the final version.
Each was mistaken.
The truth is that identity behaves less like a monument and more like a river. It collects tributaries. It accepts rain. It changes shape without surrendering its name.
I no longer ask where I belong.
Instead, I ask what I can carry forward.
A kindness learned from one place. A lesson learned from another. A memory from each.
And so I travel lightly, not because I possess little, but because I have discovered that home is not a location stamped into a passport.
It is what remains when every border has been crossed.
Cease to breathe,
All things have parted ways.
Seemingly unknown one
Remains unknown for the time being.
Cease to exist,
For death is certain,
And birth is a timeless curse.
Nobody belongs to none;
Nothing else matters.
Nothing is really needed to cease;
at least, cease for cease’s sake.
No rope can tie you,
No chain can unchain you,
No bonding can last forever,
As no one can cease to decay.
The burden you carry forward:
You go to bed every day bearing your corpse,
Only to wake to the funeral in your own graveyard.
You are the timeless beast within your sight;
Your sight is nothing but a blind appetite.
Old wisdom runs deep
Like rivers through our bodies
Heart speaks what mind knows
Blood carries stories forward
Through time's gentle flow
Love flows in our veins
Like songs sung by our parents
Nature keeps its course
What we learn in quiet labs
Hearts knew all along
Joy dances inside
Breaking walls we build so high
Love proves its strength
Each small part tells bigger tales
Of hearts growing close
Minds light up like stars
When we share each other's joy
Friends grow strong as one
Learning shows us day by day
How hearts learn to dance
Old paths glow like dawn
In minds that remember love
Finding the way back home
Children carry forward now
These heart-written truths
Hearts mix and match well
Like colours in rainbow light
Love flows pure and true
Through eyes that see deep within
Nature shows love's way
Our holiday was musical
(The food was yummy, too)
Because our grandkids each received
A shiny new kazoo.
To add to the festivities,
Another gift revealed
Harmonicas, which both of them
Did very proudly wield.
With latkes, dreidels, presents and,
Of course, the candles lit,
Our Chanukah was lovely and
My cookies were a hit.
We won’t all be together for
The candles left to light,
But the glow will carry forward
From the sweetness of last night.
His was a lifetime
spent grabbing
storing
stashing
garnering
stealing
collecting
depositing
amassing...
try-try-trying to fill
his soul hole carved deep
from a youth
from a poverty
of having nothing.
But all was but a sinkhole
each stash
more greedy-desperate
and heavier
than the last.
In the end
all was as nothing
An aggradation,
too heavy
for the man
to carry forward,
Sinking down with him
now buried
and forgotten.
‘Tis said,
A man is remembered
for what he gives,
Not for what he takes.
A countdown 2023
Ushering in a prosperous new year
Political stability
Economic recovery
Epidemic free
Fast development
Hopes and happiness
Never countdown backwards 2022
Whatever gone is gone
Let leave behind all the frustrations and mishaps
Let carry forward secretly only sweet memories
Let pray
By the kindness and blessings of God
A reborn is guaranteed in 2023
The plain is fuzzing with the ingress racing.
Predicted rain is heard in the birds singing.
Sow your seed when the moon tells its time.
Hear the tales close to the fire; it's sublime.
Contemplate the skies for the hawks cry.
Focus on the breeze and the moonlit sky.
The noble spirit exudes an altered tone.
To heed of the rite of the elder, not atone.
The misery of grievousness is heinous.
I am fated, that I could carry forward.
There's no growth from the coldness.
The stable grace cannot stem rearward.
For a dismal exhale to seek for reeling.
Hear the beat and banter with moving.
5TH PLACE CONTEST WINNER
Written: April 10, 2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
*Reassured*
Amidst the glitzy party, I wallow in suffocation,
Secluded in the bathroom – my apt accommodation.
Trapped within the hollow walls, I weep aloud,
Brutally slapping myself until my brain clouds.
My nerves throttling, I strangle myself,
Sourly oblivious to my true self.
I want to end this relentless agony,
And glide blissfully into eternal serenity.
Thrashed and unraveling, I am not a coward,
Frittering away is my will to carry forward.
My body completely bashed by bruises,
Depleted, I mumble self-loathing abuses.
Wearily battling my inner turmoil,
A stream of defeats left my rope coiled.
My roommate recognized my detrimental behaviour,
With one considerate gesture, she became my saviour.
Her empathy liberated me from the mental anguish endured,
By seeing my worth, my value was reassured.
My roommate’s understanding blessed my life,
Grateful to her for helping me battle my unyielding internal strife.
Ain't it funny
How one day you're right
Then the next day you're wrong
Hanging on tough
Trying to stay strong
During those days
That drag on so long
When you're not right
You're wrong
But oh those days
When you are right
Glory of love
Absent of fight
Must always remember
Hold onto the light
To carry forward
Into those long nights
To come
Until whats done
Is done
Waiting for whats meant to be
For whatever
Or whoever
Is looking...
Finally finds
Me
She was the first to disappear
Behind the mannequin in "Quirk",
And he, from the cretaceous year
Followed like a Rex in dark.
She swallowed a tranquillizer
And that was showing on her cheeks
pink like a shade of amber, and dear
She was blushing like critics.
It could be any of those,
In this world at the moments
Who carry forward the legacy of prose
Of first daters with comments.
We change rooms every hour;
And in the first we never take a cold shower.
A first date - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brenda Chiri
Rajat Kanti Chakrabarty
10th Feb, 2018
Feeding the ducklings one day,
I slipped and fell in all the way.
'Though the lake was murky,
the weather was sultry.
I was inclined to stay.
As I floated on my back,
I heard the ducklings quack.
The fluffy clouds rolled by,
an azure coloured sky.
Transported was I
back to my childhood.
Happy times in happy places.
Smiling happy faces.
Sun kissed skin on
sun soaked beaches.
Listening to screeches
of playful children.
Lovely memories to
carry forward in case
of times I may feel morbid.
So, I am glad now that while
feeding the ducklings one day,
I slipped and fell in all the way.
04/05/2016
You sprinkle golden dust
I read them and feel silky
In dark or light, read I must
Two are toward the path milky
Even in the nursing home
Amidst the smell of illness
Golden dust do roam
Vacuum cries for fullness
I am a dreamful river
You are a flirting ocean
You and I together
Carry forward the fusion
Lo, there the birds call
Let’s go to dancing hall.
Interlude
It becomes apparent
As the days go by
That with years behind you
A desire quietly lye’s
A commitment is made
Day one after the kiss
Of a life full of wonder
Wanting of love and bliss
So for every kiss of the lips
Every caress of the flesh
Patience is yearning
For the intimacy of togetherness
As your day approaches
Do you not feel the urge
That comes on the night
You consummate and merge
A man loves a woman
This happens unending
But for those who are special
Who wait for this blessing
A grace will come upon you
In the generality of sight
Mostly forgotten to us
Your God given light
That you spare the temptation
That bodes the body strife
And saved it for your special night
When first you are man and wife
As you carry forward
May the years bring to you
The love that you have nurtured
A love that is so true
There is all there is
No dream no morning dew
As before we were playing and cooking
In the backyard;
All fame for greedy
Through a path will not come to an end
Everyone is on that gathering of ruin
In front of this past nation
That cannot move or carry forward
Its own cherry-blossoms over this
Damned block sensation.
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