They say you're one of a kind,
so leave all your worries behind;
For, when the world is so unkind,
for sure, the Good Lord is not blind.
Let the magic of your mystery
charm their heart and memory;
So, their spell of mock charivari
will shun the pages of your faithful history.
Sail your ship as the captain
and don't be afraid of rain;
For, they say that if there's no pain,
surely, there would be no gain.
Wear your own colors with pride,
you don't need to always ride.
Make the course of your astride
show the worth of your own stride.
April 16, 2023
Writing Challenge- "U" Words - Poetry Contest (3rd place)
Sponsored By: Constance La France
Categories:
charivari, encouraging, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Never knew what,
Who is god;
Before the painful,
Tormenting days and nights;
Always sought the proof,
Does God really exist?
Lost all hopes of remedy to pain,
Distressed sad
Took its toll on health and wealth;
Then someone appeared
As recourse;
Solaced by embracing touch;
Enlightened the ritual routes;
"Explore thou self,
Wherever, seek in Temple,
Mosque or empty space;
Thou reach in different world,
The rite helps finding self,
Meet the spirit of own;
Strengthens mind;
Vigorous self foils,
Conspiring plan,
Of pain to captivate in its net";
When lose all hopes,
There still a hope that thou lost;
Somewhere in charivari
Of agonising pain;
The mysterious phenomenal rite,
Gives thou a hope;
Cant see but feel its soothe,
Is God;
© Sadashivan Nair
Categories:
charivari, god, spiritual, tribute, true
Form: Prose Poetry
I do not waltz, betwixt this sound,
I cannot descry, your whispered amulet,
Hexed by silence, still I hear your lament,
as other birds chirrup, they too can imagine,
along these osculate words...
I try, to listen to the bells, sedulous nihility,
I want Mozart in my mind, I yell, demused,
I missed my train, another consortium delayed,
From Elysian fields, you call and call again...
Somehow, your words seem true to me,
Sometimes, you know, but you don't hear me,
Someway, the hindrance of my earthly epistles:
The painful, sly and poignant, missive envisage,
docile tones of your tongue, conducts satiny notes,
Palpable facial expressions, lead me on and on,
and the violin of my waltz,
sustains my love,
forevermore....
Categories:
charivari, confusion, faith, family, imagination,
Form: Diminished Hexaverse