Deprived by country and elsewhere
For deeds and actions I didn’t do
Suspicious here, not welcomed there
You can imagine my worldview
You’re privileged to move around
Your peaceful countries waged no wars
I’m privileged to go without
The double standard world of yours
You think of nation seeing me
Though it’s not me but your projection
You’re talking to contemptuously
I only mirror your reflection
In Wonderland founded by bandits
Stands a glass house where I live
Break it to shatters, I won’t mend it
Just bear in mind I cannot leave
By circumstances I couldn’t manage
And to be honest, no one could
I am dehumanized and savaged
And you all set and understood
I’m not complaining, but just telling
The facts of living that I find
Funny enough to rhyme, compelling
Your short attention to unwind
I am a laughing man of August
I am a crying man of March
When spring blows off the winter dust
I click some photos to enlarge.
Love-lost, deprived of dream appears,
Like life-adrift- in-stream appears.
On wooing, winning his life’s love,
Full of vigour and vim appears.
As success, past string of defeats,
Like a triumphant team appears.
Man’s real Self as comes to light,
Nigh like up-rising cream appears,
Till then his pretending ego,
Non-Self, proper and prim appears.
_________________________
Ghazal |01.09.2025| dream, love, success, Self
‘Sleep-deprived’ is a relative term ~
Whenever mine visit, I toss and turn
I open the ornate gate that takes me to you
as I follow the tree lined path that twists and turns
the sounds of life hush and only bird songs can be heard
I pass headstones old with fading inscriptions some falling over
but the one I seek is newer with a name fresh engraved in cold stone
and then, there it is waiting for me beneath a weeping willow tree
suddenly, I am standing in front of the headstone weeping
for my true love taken from me one snowy cold night
oh my darling, I have been deprived of your love
we had so many plans and dreams that died
at first I was left empty and cried each day
my tears could have filled all the oceans there are
but each time I visited you whispered to me to be strong
and so I reached into my soul and found the courage to go on alone
I found my strength one step at a time - on step at a time
but, my darling there is not a day you are not with me
not a day ever I will forget my one true love
*~ without your hand to hold, I walk alone....
in a barren wilderness ~*
Life doesn’t feel the same, My Darling,
Deprived of your passionate love,
Each and every day aimlessly drags on,
Each and every day feels dreary and treacherous!
Days were joyfully enchanting, nights were supremely blissful,
Never realized parting was so acutely hard!
But came a time there was turbulence in
The relationship, a dark cloud covered our horizon!
My heart sank, tears uncontrollably filled my eyes,
But decision, right for both of us, needed to be taken,
although my heart shattered like a broken-winged bird's,
I stood still - not letting grief drown me miserably!
Deprived of your love - is that fully true!
Pure Love is a gift we rarely receive in a lifetime,
We still love each other…I believe, Love does not end,
Cruel fate decides the eventual direction of our path!
What is the shore without the sea
Aimlessly wondering watery dreams
Deferred desolate depressed empty
Is how I am without love in me
That one true love for which one is blind
Without it there is darkness blackest of times
Is like a blue bird without a heart song
No white wind of romance to carry it on
Without love there is nothing to fight for
No reason to desire life would be a bore
Amethyst art would starve forever more
No apple of the eye to amber adore
Without love music would be dead
The humming of machinery could be heard instead
Humanity would die off no kids born
Feelings would be liability and scorned
Without love I am an empty cocoa shell
With no inspiration no wishing well
No dedication or passion that bleeds
That is what lack of love does to me
I
wither
as I wait,
but any hope
I had is waning.
My darling - my sunshine
who once nourished my spirit
with so much tenderness and care -
days have become weeks since you’ve called me.
Loveless now, your thirsting rose is dying.
I can’t rid of the bags under my eyes
The crowfeet despise, all were lies,
Conjured was an illusion of you
Throughout my groping confusion
evasive, flimsy
A-m-o-r-p-h-i-c, innuendos
I was subjected to your derision
dissing me relentlessly
deriding my appearance,
disparaging my intellect
as I stumbled and fell into the abyss
Mocking doesn’t suit my countenance
My lips desert dry, thirsty, parched
An amazon no longer beats its drum
My buoyant nature now laden with coarsened shroud
Leaving a cardboard moon deprived of its shine
Stars like candles blown out one by one
No use waiting for the rising Sun
The end of world does come,
stopped spinning neath heavy ebon clouds
Expectations unreal
All zeal gone, listless is my spirit
along with my illumination
Now you see me
unmasked in raw anguish
I d
r
o
o
p
jowls hang from endless
torment endured
like the drenched and cold, wounded hawk
taken flight, eagle-eyed, a warrioress
more determined and bold, traveling on
with unlimited range
and self-esteemed
This bird,
you
c
a
n
n
o
t c h a n g e
Deprived of your love,
I become a mere wind blowing
In a whirlpooling storm
Deprived of your love
I am a fallen leaf in an orchard
Crushed under the feet of those
Who come to pluck juicy fruits
Being in such a state
Remains the fear tattooed upon my fate
For without your tender eyes
And your warm smile
Life's meaning is a mere echo sent out
In a black hole
Swiveling without meaning
In the deep and dark universe
Life and its temporariness is just illusion
Yet, fragranced with the flowers of your love
My roots stand firm
While deprived of same,
I find no shore to look forward to
Whilst rowing my raft!
Like a raging river barreling toward an arid basin,
sediment collects inside a hardening heart.
Weighing heavy, eyelids flutter over drowning maculas;
all that can be seen are murky riptides.
Vision cuts out.
Frantically flaring arms desperately try to skim the surface,
dragged deeper into an unknown chasm.
Sub-zero temperatures shroud panicking flesh.
Prying eyes open, undiluted pitch darkness surrounds.
Gasping for oxygen, lungs inflame.
Excruciating pain catapults through weakening legs.
Safety is nowhere to be found.
Reaching into an intolerably tight pocket,
I feel for your disintegrating picture.
My savior became my impending doom.
Only evanescent memories remain
at the bottom of this watery grave.
Deprived of your love
All the lights would wink out
In darkness I'd wander
Direction in doubt
The fear would creep up
And breath on my neck
Deprived of your love
I'd soon be a wreck
Deprived of your love
All music would cease
Melodies will not comfort
Nor offer release
All sound except anguish
My ears will not hear
Deprived of your love
I'd go deaf my dear
Derived of your love
Wine is not sweet
The sour bite of vinegar
When my tongue it meets
My pallet forgets
The taste of your lips
Deprived of your love
Bitterness in each sip
Deprived of your love
This tender skin you adore
Would harden to touch
And I'd feel it no more
The soft warmth of you
Gone from my numb hands
Deprived of your love
never feel warm again
Deprived of your love
Wild flowers would fade
The sweet scent of cedar
That upon you pervades
Forever I would seek it
That fragrance of us
I'll Lose all good sense
If Deprived of your love
Who do I become, when your shadow fades?
Not a man, but a map with the roads erased—
A shell with echoes where heartbeats once played,
A dusk without promise, the sun’s warmth betrayed.
I become the silence between the stars,
Wandering empty, bearing invisible scars.
Each breath a question, unanswered, unheard—
The world still turns, but it spins out of word.
My laughter dims into distant rain,
Memories bloom, but they taste like pain.
I am not whole—I am the absence of light,
A clock that ticks only deep in the night.
The mirror denies me; I’m ghost in the glass,
A soul made of stillness that no prayers pass.
Without your compass, I falter and roam,
No place is shelter, no house is home.
But even as I unravel, piece by piece,
I cradle the ruins, refuse the release.
For to be broken by love is to still have known
A fire so bright, it burned to the bone.
And maybe, just maybe, the ashes remain—
A whisper of hope in the hollow of pain.
DEPRIVED OF YOUR LOVE
Can I be deprived of your love
If indeed, it ever was truly that
Well, what ever it was, it’s gone
Now, hardly worth dwelling on
Feelings look emaciated, not fat
What’s the use of just one glove
Now you may see me just shrug
Looking like I never really cared
But my heart is only my concern
As deep inside, I still feel it burn
With love, how have others fared
Taken for granted, looking smug
Tell me, just how should I react
By seeking sympathy everywhere
So, don’t be feeling sorry for me
A soul feels what eyes do not see
But all in sharp focus, very aware
Your love’s gone and that’s a fact
Deprivation is a seed
An aura so haunting yet
sinfully attractive,
pulling, and magnetic
to ignore like a laugh
so simple yet contagious
to whole.
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