I fear of the verse sometimes
It is like you activate a diver
That goes to the deepest caves
What I have drowned
Mutilated
Muted
In the course of time
What if the current is too much
And diving
I can not find my way back.
Wishes of year 2025 ? Unfulfilled !
In course of time, near or perhaps in future,
all may be turning useless, losing their thrill,
even if I try my utmost and nurture.
Last years' wishes those completely went in vain
yet still nourishing and cherishing in mind,
repeating continuous as a refrain
I'm carrying those and could not leave behind.
Series of last years' wishes again to wait
eagerly to achieve their right fulfillment,
though quite ignorant of their ultimate fate ,
whether to rejoice or simply lament !
I'm not the person to give up hope or leave.
Trying and expecting, being optimist.
Hard work to be rewarded, I must believe.
That will be my last satisfaction at least.
MISTAKE
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
How could I make the such mistake
Intrinsic hate damage my organs
My health my mental health
The your commons
LAW define
The real true the law
What law defined be outdated and incompetent
I hate myself for this mistake
I really hate myself
If I could change the course of time
PRODUCE THE INTERCEPT
I still have fight in front of me
The Rockets I shall cease
This weakness of the guilt will never lead to peace
Peace ephemeral
Trait and means of artificial sedation
You always will be fighting for the food and territory
THUS friend of mine in agony of past mistakes
Come to your senses FRIEND
We shall produce the INTERCEPT
Not English anymore is our TORI
Don't give revenge
Such loyalty
So easily.
You'll get angry
With anyone
Without a cause.
Such course of time
You invite rage
Avoidable.
Never dispute
Angry to people
It's life mix up.
WHEN I DIE, I’LL WAKE UP
Did you see me wake the slumber
As she snored her way through
Prepare the timber for the winter
To say all she’s gone through
I’ll awake when I die
Shake the thick, when I’m gone
Close the eyes of flies that sleep
Walk my breaking limit so deep
Work the hour of time to a stand still
There! I awoke the last breath
"Eagle scouts off my grip to rip"
What? An awakening of the wild
As the forest, gentle it was, reek
Who has not seen? the course of time
How timid they were to stand my rhymes
In full time , full force and energy so nigh!
I will, if you want me; to bid farewell tonight
Cause the effect to ripple
Alarm my path, I have an hurdle
Just when I die to effect none wants
There I’ll awake myself to live in forever
Hurray my golden lampstand! On this mole
Chuckles on their meek but arrogant cheeks
Triple my trials to no halt! If I live, I’m awake
Till I die and rise up, to the found and fortified me
Written by; Sir Taitophil
Written: April 06, 2024
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Events emerge inside a cocoon of solitude,
A tale yet to be told, as calm prevails in mollitude.
A serene sanctuary amidst the course of time,
A mild melody of peace subtly whispers sublime.
I connect with my innermost desire,
In search to connect and inspire.
A longing deep within my soul,
To stimulate and compel me whole.
With an artless palm, a gesture of care,
A beating heart, ready to share.
Attentive ear, eager to hear,
Extending kindness is ever-near.
I feel the ache, a void so vast,
Of emptiness, a pain that may last.
Within my soul, in a hollow space,
Where sorrow lingers, without a trace.
A haunting melody, an echo of loneliness,
Whispering gently, a melancholic caress.
In the depths of solitude, its voice resounds,
A poignant reminder where silence abounds.
A melodic tale of yearning and sweetness,
Weight-borne, heavy, and sharp neatness.
In the area of empathy, I offer my embrace,
I enliven my core with warmth and grace.
Across the miles to where you are
beyond the highways, however far
chasing love inside my dreams
daring to believe you were there for me
even if I may never see you again
forever in my heart I will tend, and
gather my vivid memories of you
how we met under skies so blue
in summer fields beside the sea
jasmine scents wafting in the breeze
kindred spirits, that we were
love was born, our hearts were pure
much was said with only our eyes
neither noticed the dimming skies
over the course of time, we knew
parting had to come, winds blew
quickly towards the eastern shore
restless longings were no more
sullen skies drew us apart
tangled torment gripped my heart
until then, I thought you were mine
verily, I despaired our sad decline
when you sought to go, you left
xenial beginnings were now bereft
yearnings for you, I’ll never forget
zeal for you in dreams I’ve kept.
This symbol of my affection, a sign
of my intention, was paid for over time
Tiny little symbol, sacred, so fine,
gently placed ring, in a tiny box
I couldn't help but wonder,
Am I your one...
to remove one's locks or...
could this be a blunder
look in our eyes, this will tell you...
this one symbol or a sign, in this tiny box,
placed on her slender finger, is love so true
so certain, to pic locks, tie new knots...
after all that has been said,
our affection will truly stand this course of time,
thus, finally on your finger, so we will wed
so too, this our sign, our symbol, soon to set just fine
I went to a quiet small wood
Where Nongmaijing hill standing
Riding bicycle through lonely roads.
To see in solitude nature's beauty
The trees, plants, bushes….
I saw once there.
The hill once lush,growing barren
With each passing day and year
It's form transformed.
In the bush some laibakngou growing
A medicinal plant once grown in abundance
In the hills today vanishing.
Among the trees a sileima stood
Once grown everywhere in the plains
Now a days not seen anywhere.
I gazed intently at the sileima tree.
Wondering if it's the last of its kind,
A solitary sentinel in nature's embrace !
There some birds happily chirping,
Not the grand choir of yesteryear.
Two bubuls flit from branch to branch.
Beneath the sileima's shade I stayed
With worries that weigh;in a few years
That small wood may cease to be.
Before going back I plucked
From the silleima tree a tiny branch
As if a parting gift from the small wood.
I kept it in my room and it dried.
And in course of time it gone from my room
And I forgot that cherished soul.
Only by constantly trying and doing
We achieve a lot in due course of time
That practice in the long run helps
And makes us win in our chosen field
Just by doing a little, we get no mastery
Only by performing repeatedly with love
We stand to gain talent as well as genius
That is difficult to do, but pays a lot truly
Especially that which gives great torture
If is done with involvement and motivation
At the right time will become a fine skill
That may sustain our life forever finely
Never retreat from a task due to toughness
That is not at all the right approach in life
We must fight and come out successful
Waging a lawful battle using intelligence
Quit that spot where people discourage
Hear not the words of those who belittle
Sarcasm must be given no place to thrive
Dynamic ideas come only via enthusiasm
Today, plan to be active, agile and sincere
Try by working with perfect concentration
Deviate not from your goal and be honest
Your efforts will be rewarded by the Lord.
Both sides of the cassette
the one that’s labeled ‘B’
I want to hear it all;
I will be your shoulder
let love be your downfall;
Both sides of the cassette
can I feel your silence?
Your refrain I will learn
so I can understand,
speaking when it’s my turn;
Both sides of the cassette
the atomic anger
endurance will relax;
Gentle hands a rough kiss
complimentary tracks;
Both sides of the cassette
over the course of time
pieces may unravel,
very delicately
I’ll heal with a pencil.
A wild pigeon ,every day
landing down on the rooftop
of my house's tin roof,
sometimes accompanied by another,
walking and pecking
where I sit,read,write
or relax on a mattress .
Other pigeons came too
but never return-
only he is a regular visitor.
My wife usually flaps
rice from the mill there
and puts some broken rice grains
on a sand pan for him.
As the days passed ,
he did not fly away
whenever I woke up to exercise
and walked in a circle around him.
Rather, he came closer
and closer to me.
I felt closer relationship between us
developed in course of time.
Given time, an ache will go to sleep
But from time to time may creep
In course of time, will yield
But with a slight scratch, may bleed
Moon & Sun
David J Walker
Sleepless
nameless
The strangeness of life
Seamless
Dauntless
A man
A wife
And a child named
For the course of time
Yet to come
In the tallied sum
of giving
of taking
Of rethinking
Of remaking
The meaning of
Outcome
One child born to
Become
The moon
The other
The sun
Thank you for your friend request.
Poem For my Poet friend Joyce Johnson.
MY WARM BEST WISHES FOR 4TH JULY TO ALL MY AMERICAN FRIENDS.
Dear Friend Joyce
I am unable to write back to you
Or even to send you a message
Due to technical reasons
I am sure
You would understand
Why.
I may leave that platform
In due course of time
Whatever big and famous it may be
Where freedom of writer
is controlled and crushed
Without any reasons and grounds
by the selfish interests of
The new rulers of internet and
By its prejudiced guards.
In my long associations
With my PS friends and even other friends
I have never used any language or
even words against any person, country, religions or
friend both male and female,
so it would not be a loss to me
Rather I would have more time
for my Musical Yoga, Paintings, Song writing and
Singing etc and other things.
With best wishes for you and
your good health and
Best wishes for all my poetry soup friends.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd july 2021
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