Do not wear pride like a necklace
For God detests pride and arrogance
Pride does not go unpunished
Pride leads to disgrace
Humility is rewarded with wisdom
While pride begets destruction
Cause it takes credit for God’s accomplishments
And covets God’s glory
Pride demeans others
It arrogates sense of Almightiness
To a mere mortal
Pride stifles growth of other virtues
Makes one to reject help needed
Prevents one to listen and help others
And deludes one into believing
In one’s self sufficiency
But in reality Pride is admission of weakness
Pride leads to extreme selfishness
Pride does not gratify
Pride does not exulte
Rather it dehumanizes and belittles
Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth
The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes
Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down
Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns
Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind
From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within
The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none
It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum
(The New Room: February, 2025)
Interesting
how the same words once iterated
tend to flow, just a little differently
than ever before, now placated.
The rhyme pursued,
free verse deludes
standards not quite right
or good enough this night.
There lay a transition
new poetic positions
for the poets listening
intent of finding what is missing.
Who decides
what is poor or best
as a heart and mind abide
the poetics of poetry's tests.
When your eyes get wet from within,
Ghazals mellow get from within.
The why for this one just is that
Tears well in eyes, set from within.
Clothes on washing thinner may get,
Scarce muslin fine get from within.
Doubt, mere wordsmiths make good pen,
Comes that innate skill from within.
Let smoke, like hate, smoulder for long,
It can’t emit light from within.
Each, every kind of carbon soot
Can’t like a kohl bat from within.
Sky deludes as Nature’s false roof,
Get on floor, create from within.
____________________
Ghazal |16.11.2024| poem, poet
differentiated perception
delights but deludes
if we stagnate
in illusions
Cling not, to currents of kleptocracy.
Seek not, slithering shortcuts.
Like molding wood in molten guts -
Revolutionary, make that your story.
Slanderous slogans of snakes
dull deep, deaden desires.
Drudging dogma deludes the mind,
souls shattered, silenced in stupidity.
No magic mantras maketh life,
metal mentality striking strife.
The wills of wills travel far
above belligerence and bars.
Embrace death, you do not, before time.
Embrace death, you do not, for crime.
Beyond cataclysm, behold chances.
Seek forth wisdom and esperances.
noticing how flawed perception deludes
we glide in and out of the flow of life
embracing and releasing images
mindfully enlivening all by touch
in an aspect of joyous playfulness
effusing love through our radiant heart
No need to be good
when chasing the great
The moral imperative
deludes and conflates
With blinders on horses
we ride through the fray
Our eyes on tomorrow
— in search of today
(Dreamsleep: May, 2024)
Sometimes my brain deludes me into believing that I am utterly unlovable.
Like a dog who has been in the shelter for far too long, being prepared for his final meal.
My throat closes up,
My lungs shut down,
And there are no other thoughts to be had.
I often convince myself that I do not deserve good things,
Like I am destined to live and die in a world of hurt.
As if something I have done in a past life created this monster of a brain,
As if I earned it in a way.
I know my brain tricks me,
It is conditioned to make things harder than they have to be–
I, ultimately, made it that way.
It is kind of beautiful though, that self-hatred and trauma can actively alter your brain in a physical sense–constructing neural pathways.
Sometimes it helps me to discover the trace of beauty within hideous things.
Daring desire blooms in desert cactus
Sun-gilded mirage allures
Elusive betrayal oasis recedes
Dream dunes collapse.
The actor Bedouin strides on stage
Stringed free will deludes
Puppet’s poignant passion
Dances to the destiny designed rhythm.
A thousand drummers playing drums
within my head,
like firecrackers bursting,
Rivers of (whatever) oozing out,
Trickling eyes, prickling nose,
Snee..achoo!..zing...and sneezing...and sneezing!
Every muscle aches,
Feeling fatigued and flushed,
Puffy eyes, stuffy nose,
Bouts of throaty cacophonies come out uninvoked ,
Body sore, mood sourer..
Even the bed seems uncomfortable,
Pain deludes, sleep eludes (snuffle!)
Inflamed glands fight ill-famed flu,
Tasteless food, faceless foe, endless distress,
Don't come near! This is contagious!
Life is drear, this is outrageous!
Eyes flowing, nose-blowing!
And I feel like...
Chasing this flu away.
9th Feb 2023
For Charles Messina's "I felt like" contest
I wish to live in a place
that makes me dream of chimeras,
not that deludes me!
The vision of the same dream
is constantly seen through a moonlight beam:
two mouths kissing with sensual feeling,
four hands restlessly touching.
Is that us transcending the passion through ecstasy?
Do we ever feel it burning in moments of blissful eternity?
Is that us faking it and remaining embraced,
being afraid of the hurtful truth and not admitting it?
Can we be together and live without giving it a thought?
Somehow, we'll cheat and one will be blamed!
If the vision of the same dream reappears
and deludes us that they are real indeed,
how can we stop dreaming and clip our wings
when they give us the freedom to exceed
fantasy and discover how exciting it really is?
Will our wish be granted or denied?
It still will be us riding clouds
and searching for a new paradise
explored by others with less enthusiasm;
it still will be us dreaming under those silent skies...
hoping to own a dazzling star inside this universe
that can illuminate the childish moon having a tantrum!
Reality horse's two reins: Optimism seduces it, pessimism deludes it
MY FIRST DIMINISHED HEXAVERSE (with apologies for fumbling)
I
Unless underlying
Peace is our bedrock
Surface war delude
As beneath strong waves
Oceans are at peace
II
Shalom, siblings
Good Creation
Designer God
IS and named: Peace
III
Recall nuns
Cloisters call
Of Peace, Ohh
IV
They know something TRUE
We sometimes do too
V
F L O W
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NOTE: In Line #3, I ought to have written "Surface wars delude," or "Surface war deludes." Would it have affected the syllable count? I was unsure ...
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