Shoe leather sidewalks
Shadow cast skywalks
Hosts a bevy of ghosts
The long summer heat
Torch blue collar feet
Soles roasting coast to coast
Gothic museums
Gold colosseums
Unsheathes the royal wreaths
Flotsam and Jetsam
Worn Skechers gets 'em
Souls bleeding in the weeds
Oh, how I’m longing to float to my death
Not e’er again heave sweet CO2 breaths
Each of us whirl with a dance all our own
Loosed by a mistral and heavenly-blown
All of our lives we’ve provisioned The One
Synthesized O2 with bright from the sun
Tasting the rainfall whene'er a cloud burst
Wetting our folds for the deep-rooted thirst
And now in the autumn endeavor the spring
Let loose our branches to dance and to sing
Trading our green for the shades of the sun
Zanzibar waits when our last waltz ... is done.
~ POETRY AGAINST POVERTY ~
( photographic art created copyright-free by the author with Gemini AI / Meta AI software )
What Remains?
What remains after a man dies?
What will bring him joy to behold in the realm beyond death?
First, is profound faith in The Absolute Truth: The Supreme Being ~ Allah
The One, the Unique, the Singular; He begets not, nor is He begotten, and there is none co-equal to Him—nor any likeness or counterpart ~ Real God.
And second, his righteous deeds, good intentions, virtuous character, honesty, and love for humanity, nature, and all of creation!
As for his evil and diabolical deeds, words, and intentions, he shall feel a depth of remorse unlike anything he or she ever experienced during their earthly life!
Their earthly life is a test set by God; a test that is fleetingly brief when compared to eternity!
Everything other than that seems is gone,
After everything is gone, your deed is/are what remain after "everything" is gone!
That's what remains as seems to me as far as I knew, I believe.
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These two pieces captures the soaring arrogance, profound pride, and fiery confidence that characterize some poets’ iconic style. Amrit Ghayal (the first quatrain) was legendary for his fierce, larger-than-life poetic persona, and this specific quatrain perfectly showcases the sheer power he attributed to the poet's pen. The second quatrain, a part of free translation, adds to what he said in the first.
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For nectar of life fend I can,
Vie with Death’s hands--- defend I can.
My song of life a life-giver,
I pen, make dead stones stand I can.
With fire of ink, life blend I can,
The decrees of Fate bend I can.
Though time erases empires vast,
The history’s lease end I can.
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Reflections | 25.09.2026| death, life, poet, song, Quatrain
Note: The first quatrain is a free translation of a Gujarati Piece by Amrit Ghayal as under:
Amrit thi hoth aentha kari shakuñ chuñ,
Mrityu na hath palmañ hetha kari shakuñ chuñ.
A mari shayari ae sanjivani che, Ghayal,
Shayar chuñ paliya ne betha kari shakuñ chuñ.
Easy Street
What would you rather Easy Street, or Blessing Boulevard,
Before you answer be vey careful, for choosing the right one may be hard.
One is a way, wide, broad, and shady, the other straight and narrow by far.
Down the one least popular, one will scarcely make it, the righteous, is who they are.
Rapid and rushing, merrily, merrily we go, like countless little fishies going one way,
Everybody’s doing it, just follow the leader, the Easy Street travelers will say.
The other way requires, that those who will travel, will by faith, and their faith to renew.
Like with “The Eye of a Needle,” a rich man and his camel, must kneel and burrow through.
The way of the Christ, is through the gate called Straight, and few there be that find it,
The way of the world is down Easy Street, a death contract to those who will sign it.
You shall receive, a crown of glory, eternal life, the Blessing Boulevard way.
The pleasure and sins, of the Easy Street life, have the wages of sin to pay.
And maybe,
After we perish,
We will finally collide
Not bound by destiny,
But rather by the specks of dirt we're buried beneath.
They say,
Togetherness is contagious,
But Infirmity never claimed me
For our flesh had remained strangers to one another.
We never shaped the lives we dreamt of.
We forgot to be while becoming.
Yet,
In the core of the earth,
somehow, we find each other,
Tangled in the asthenosphere.
it's the only thing we share;
Death, dirt, and desire.
We were never each other's in life,
Yet the earth made us one in death.
August end
Welcoming Autumn cool breeze
Distributing new academic spiritual syllabus
Sun illuminates' life’s pondering campus
Deceased leaves spotlight beauty
Depart the world
Will return again
Alive and well
A Mother nature rebirth
Steeped in tradition
Tonight an escort holds a lantern
Ready to guide me
Through the early fall dark
Star less night
Wanting another day
“Do not be afraid
Future arrives soon
And you will have your historical spirit”
This I remember
Getting ready to haunt
Those who need answers
More than gold
Introducing closure
Honest strong treasure
Discovered through
Exploring resting peace
This I am told
After ghost orientation 101
Is this the first poem of the rest of my life
or the last poem I’ll ever write
No way to know, yet I durst*
say, neither should be my worst
But for my best I should strive
~ who knows how long I’ll be alive
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*durst - archaic English for 'dare to'
dark woods bright meadow almost home
I war dead, ever since Adam died
I remained dead until Christ came
Until He arose from the grave
I remained dead yet alive, for
for the thirty-three years of
His earthly ministry
Then Christ willingly died for me
After three days of being dead
He arose, I also rising with Him
Rising in triumph and glory
Triumphing over treason and death
(Written on the 6th December, 2015)
Eos laughs, lifted by her progeny,
Dusk receives; his hands don't reach
The wind blows; laugh for this
Drowning is something you can live with. Make sure your baptism is deeper … Deeper than a simple shallow promise of eternal light.
In the wilderness of life’s changing landscape,
the pathway across the tortuous topography
winds through perceived present to formless future,
I traverse following the faint footprints of fate.
Many surging streams in spate I swim in storm
with hopes held close to the heart lest they drown.
Chasing the beguiled butterflies in the verdant valley
the fervent dreams fly through the rainbow arc.
As the spent sun sinks in the tinge of twilight,
from the cryptic crypt of uncertainty I look back,
see the snapshots of convivial contentment,
resplendent in the benevolent glow of God’s grace.
With weary steps I now walk the last mile,
perceive the beginning of the journey’s end.
The sands of my penultimate time slide away fast,
I sense the rolling hourglass is almost empty.
Life said to death,
I make people live and thrive.
Death said to life,
I make them barely survive and die.
On and on they went;
Back and forth they said:
I fill people with joy and gladness.
I fill them with pain and suffering.
I give them hope for tomorrow.
I give them grief and sorrow.
I fill them with songs of melody.
I give them songs of misery.
I teach people that there's life after you.
I tell them that there nothing after me.
When time shall be no more,
I offer people eternity.
When time shall cease to be,
That will be the end of me.
If I died today would I be dead tomorrow
would I lie in wait for my funeral service
or be cremated and ashes placed in an urn
Would someone bother to notice my demise
or would plenty grieve for my departure
Should my body wear a suit of black
or cover me in cloth of gold
Would I be dead tomorrow?
if I died today?
or would I ascend into a promise of belief
or descend into an abyss of flames
Would my lost soul wander the earth
or would my full spirit glow within the light of eternal
Is your belief your destiny
Is your fear your damnation
this fragile existence of human life
by any means in any way can end suddenly
or linger far into a century of mortal being
Am I ready to die, have I accepted fate
or do I just exist in living ignoring mortality
day by day night through night until it is not
All in all is all
Can you overthink what you do not know
but believe what you want to believe
Whatever gets you through
whatever lets you sleep at night.
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