Count your fingers and toes!
It's five that drives betides!
For our minds can't juggle
More than five at once.
Can't grip, grasp sense - six.
How we sense and perceive,
Also comes in five flavors.
Touch, sight, smell, taste, hearing,
Which constrains, contorts our thoughts,
Into believing we know what's
Right, true, all so insightful!
But, why or why five?
Has ego, fear, doubt, desire
Succumbed to fingers and toes?
So we can't go further
Than a high fivefold dive?
Life should be about happy dancing,
living, loving and romancing.Quote - Poet’s own
Utopia would be a world at peace
Where there is no war and all conflicts cease
With all folk having a place to call home
streets and all places being safe to roam.
Utopia would be land of plenty
No one having a cupboard that’s empty
Where all people were loving and giving
And there was never need of forgiving.
Utopia would be world unity
Freedom to be what one wishes to be
A place where earthly creatures large or small
Aren’t being hunted for profit at all.
Utopia would be same as a bird
Never having to hear an angry word
Free and never being locked up in chains
No tears falling for fears and no constrains.
Utopia would be hands across sea
Joined together in world wide harmony
One day I pray that my dream will come true
Brothers and sisters come pray with me too.
In our talks, a warmth so sweet,
Your kindness, a melody complete.
Understanding everything, a conversation so free,
You don't know what you mean to me.
Laughter shared, a joyous sound,
Through sorrows, comfort’s found.
Hugs in sadness, like a comforting sea,
You don't know what you mean to me.
In absence, a longing to converse,
Words exchanged, a wholehearted verse.
Even in silence, your presence is the key,
You don't know what you mean to me.
My love is unbounded, without constrains,
A worry whispers, fearing love’s complaints.
Don’t ever forget me, a genuine plea,
Because you really don’t know what you mean to me.
Beneath the city's concrete awning,
Sunlight pirouettes through the urban sprawl.
A danseuse of shadows on an asphalt stage,
Nature's pulsations thrum through it all.
Skyscrapers, leviathan bellwethers,
Forge an ersatz forest, soaring high-hearted.
Yet, within the interstices, light clandestinely seeps,
A palpitant echo of the limitless sky.
Amidst the urban hustle, a delicate interlude,
Komorebi, a tender kiss on the city's veins.
A pause in the plangent urban resonation,
Nature reclaims what the concrete constrains.
Crystal leaves and chrome branches entwine,
Casting intricate choreography on sidewalks below.
Sunlight gavottes through the narrow openings,
In the eurythmy of ebb and flow.
Candescence alights in hidden sanctuary,
Where sunbeams dance, and freedom finds liberty.
Komorebi, a serene urban ballet,
Nature handwrit in city's clamorous fray.
Born a Hindu, I was taught
that Krishna is the true God
but Christians spoke of Jesus,
deeming Him to be their lord.
I wandered around the world,
flirting with myriad faiths
but mere words stirred not my soul,
lost amidst shadowy wraiths.
Iconic sages revered,
each scripted a path unique,
emulating not scriptures,
found what they set out to seek.
Thought a tool, which now constrains,
radiance of pristine soul,
so I plunged into silence,
in stillness becoming whole.
I am as I am, complete,
provided thoughts are rested,
whereupon God’s grace in-pours,
though for resolve we’re tested.
Sun above and earth below,
wafting breeze tickling my face,
there’s nothing I need to do,
to garner gifts of God’s grace.
She danced under milky moonlight,
Lithely swaying to starry strains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He watched her waltz - a graceful sight,
Heeding no decorum constrains,
She danced under milky moonlight;
In the shadows, it seemed just right
That she would set alight the plains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
Stopping his heart took all his might,
As it raced to her without reins,
She danced under milky moonlight;
She knew he was watching, her knight,
To impress him, she took all pains,
Twirling like a nymph of the night;
He joined her dance, what a delight!
Holding his hands without restrains,
She danced under milky moonlight,
Twirling like a nymph of the night.
12th November 2022
For L Milton Hankins' "Third-person Villanelle" contest
our stance
erect
divine
aligned
love throbs
within
we feel
heart glow
our thoughts
are still
love heals
by touch
no fear
constrains
spirit
boundless
09-April-2021
We are one, but people say we are two...
As I walked through the streets of culture without a clue, I gazed at my dreams as they escaped the cage of customs and flew,
but it was all in vain, so my heart hurried into the rainfalls of pain,
Achieving more than another; My yesterday self, They say, from this what will you gain?
Not caring about my curiosity to suceed, they split my passion into a half. 'Going against your culture' they say.
To them I was astray, but in reality, I was building myself everyday...
in the absence of complication,
trials and tribulations become distant memories.
above sapphire skies delight sanguine eyes -
inspiring forthcoming musings of the mind.
ambiguity of thoughts once grounded
forthwith on the wings of dreams
ascend beyond the constrains of life
fronting fate in the expansion of hope
whispers of darkness no longer fall
as secrets silenced by a rise of dawn
they passably regain meaning anew
as lips tremble in a longed for first kiss
feathered touches brush against flesh
bodies arc together in pulsating rhythms
becoming seductive silhouettes of a timeless love
whereas shadows are no longer mirages on walls
seconds no longer seem eternal
through resounding echoes of time
as hours become countless spans on wings
soaring in the absence of complications
November 16,2019
The locks exist in testament
to the gates that weren’t kept
closed at times life escaped
like the horse of fabled writ
the temptations beyond four walls
outside the barrier that constrains
beckons those who desire
something more than life restrained
equines sadly run amok
leaving safety of the stall
when the safeguards failed to keep
hearts from straying to wilderness
where the barbs pierce the heart
drawing blood as consequence
now that locks are afterthoughts
life will ponder what's been lost.
Am I the oppressor
As I returned to the place of my bondage;
As I ignored the faith of the fate in my homage;
Am I the Oppressor;
I considered all oppressions;
That is under the sun;
As I cast my reflection have my own;
Thoughts and ideas;
Is this for real...
Am I the Oppressor;
and one constrains better;
did you open the letter;
it says....
I am yes Am I
yes I am, I am the Oppressor;
Who knows the spirit of man that goes up;
As a slave set free;
Long eternal life in liberty I long...
Am I the Oppressor;
I have not any comforter;
I'm on the side of the oppressors;
Guilt ridden mammal whose done wrong;
Stop the pressure, bless me now I'm no longer the oppressor
Am I the oppressor, No, now I am
The Intercessor
Written by James E. Lee Sr.
June 12 2007(c)
Never seen a day light for quondam
impediment in abdicate quitdaim
auctioning what thinks best incessantly
believing it’s a good stomping realm
eatoboree and drinkoboree in deterioration with chum
struggling in all his days with felicity
is there another life better than? This in quandary
on that stunch day exert
in getting what to eatoboree and drinkoboree as customary
a step beyond his terrene, mistakenly
Alas! Sees the day light
back to his terrene and step out in plaudit
seeing same thing, no surrogates
moving around, the different is bright
on himself, passes arraignment
A step out of my zone is what I need these days
exhausting all these pasts in lapses
believing he has best domain ever in history
not knowing, it is the best in disguise
was that life or is this life? He grills
such is life, I parry
someone’s house is another person’s poultry
how much will it cost? He grum
the ransom has been likely
not there; here is the liberty
liberate the paid ransom
here I will stay till eternity
exultant in seeing the light
enjoying without no constrains
summoning his crony
freedom is premium!
The creepy crawly things within,
the corridors of our mind.
That invades the mind, keeps us up at night.
The conscious fight,Is but a waste of time
the needless struggle to paint our smile
For the judgement of the colour within a mile
Is the obviouse reality that bathe in the thoughts' of man
I but a result of natures doing,
the content of stigma
When every day i leave like in a comma
They say am free on paper
Thier eyes that chain me later
No one sees my pain.
It lies within my name
Then i bore thier stains
But life still had it constrains
Differences stuffed in a bucket of race
When you look at me what do you see?
The lies told by your fathers past or the present drawned in pity of my ancestors task
To proove we all are equal; but how ?
Was i born in chains by the character of my person
Or the construct of the society and bad lessons
No history of man in ink
Not by my doing, i think
When i pray for days with cake
That constant struggle that keeps me awake
Will jingle like a bell in wait
For those tides that makes the boats to sale
Is but a true thought they wouldnt face.
By Lekene Paul
Once there was verbal feud,
Between negative and positive;
Negative argued,
I am the right side;
And positive said,
No-no I am;
Third one 'The Time',
Interrupted in their feud;
No-no both are negative,
Both are positive too;
The timing constrains,
Situation to right or wrong,
As sweet fruit too rots,
To fetor lousy odour;
Sun's beacon reaches one side,
The other side of earth is murk;
Both link together for creation,
When time comes;
Timing influences situation,
For both Negative and positive,
To chastise each;
As excess of everything is wrong;
© sadashivan nair
I stole my words from yours in time
a crumpled cry, distinct from mine
Defined the sounds in rounded stride
as seen by us, and timeless bound
Created days, still loosely wound,
freely defined and faintly crowned
and craved by some, and stained as us…
so all depart, and hours bind
Rose to state that stains are timed
relations stay, when hearts can't find
Constrains our sounds as one for us
and truth and hearts retract around,
to find me blindly, and crippled charmed
Behind my heart, so truly defined
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