The Trails of Sanity
Why do I care if the disturber carries on
Why is it I cannot just wait it out, bide my time
Be more mindful, try and bond
Embrace what I don’t understand
Welcome the scorching taste in my mouth
I wait, I watch, and watch and wait
what seems a millennium
The afterglow of embers still burn
Just sit tight…
The day ends with a tug on the swatch
of the backpack, I doff it off my shoulders
I hear the trifles start up once more behind me
As my eyes wander upwards
As the Rigel star taps into my soul
As I surrender inward, a whispering voice
cues consolingly…
Here you are
Mind at ease
Free
In an old bus, patience thinned by
midnight
As bitterness drifted long, feeling bleak
Wiping hours with restless air in
dark light
Not a robin cooed through skyline's
mystique
Finding unrest from a breeze in dull
shade
Where time slept with eyes open, a pale
flow,
A peasant beside me smiled like
glittered jade
Changing my face with some kind of
halo.
His ruffled hair touched my skin.
without words
And I felt silence soothing my
complaint;
Reaching out to offer him bread I
stored;
He said, "life's a pit if that's how it's named."
That moment pierced my gall, a quitter I
was--
Buoyed; epiphany changed my
senseless flaws.
The world I used to love seems upside down.
I use my phone, and I get a robot.
Oftentimes I just hang up with a frown.
The tempers of stressed folks can get so hot
good manners seem to have walked right out the door.
Why aren’t people thinking their actions through?
Must films use nasty words and so much gore.
Profanity is used by toddlers too!
I hate that kids use cell phones in their school
and now A.I is helping them to cheat.
Some kids consider this and sexting cool.
I’m awake (not woke). Even if folks tweet
“It cannot be helped.” While I am still free,
it’s my right politely to disagree.
Shikata ga nai !
I won't lie
Dear, I am crushing
on you ,
My yearnings are rushing .
My passion is thrashing.
Romance is flashing.
Nothing new !
Quite natural in love story
nothing to worry,
What to do ?
But the main problem
I feel ashamed !
Don't know how to interact
How will you react ?
Using tact
how should I act
to win your heart
My sweetheart !
Bubbling blood to flood :
To resist too hard.
Urge in disorder:
Ardent ardour
crossing border
whirling, twirling, swirling..
Amorous storm spinning
on axis of crazy confusion :
Worth to mention.
Your non- response swinging
my expectation.
Can't explain ' How ' or 'When ' or 'Why ' ?
Word ' Perhaps ' to justify.
Dulcet dream pull me to soar high.
I am to sigh !
Shikata ga nai.
“What the heart can’t speak of, poetry does.”
Quote- Poets own
I wish I were the who I used to be
Before I began with anxiety
So much has happened to stir fear and dread
That stops me sleeping peacefully abed.
Once I was as joyful as one could be
Till worry came and stayed inside of me
I smile through each day, so one wouldn’t detect
How my heart is lurching beneath my chest.
Worry o'er my loved one, being the curse
Without whom I could not live life on earth
So much has happened health-wise through our lives
Each time I pray, please God let him survive.
I observe others have their tough times too
And I pray for God to bless those who do
I still believe in power of prayer
In the Shepherd’s guidance that's always there.
“It can’t be helped” to myself this I say
Knowing the sun will shine on me some day
Over the rainbow my raged heart will leap
The day that I feel my life is complete.
Writing poetry is therapeutic
It’s one of the reasons that I do it
Focusing on something that pleases me
May provide me the change I want to see.
You say you're leaving me now?
This cannot be! Why? How?
I cannot say goodbye.
Tell me what you want from me.
I'll be what you want me to be.
Give me one more try.
Still, you walk out of the door?
For time to grieve, I implore.
I need time to cry.
Now, I have things to do.
It was so nice knowing you.
Shikata na gai.
plus ça change
plus c'est la même chose
Some things cannot be changed.
However, you need not react;
It is nonsensical to do so.
Keep your focus on the things you can change
And let the things that you cannot change go.
Take time to let them roll off your back
And stay peaceful.
Getting injured cannot be helped with cries or screams
And requires the positivity of focusing on rehabilitation.
Naturally, there are many more situations when all you can do is
Accept them with grace and resilience because
“It cannot be helped.”
Shikata Ga Nai.
Our National Guard can not ban
Trump's affair with the Ku Klux Klan
But tell Trump supporters
And all his cavorters
What they need is a moving van!
I'm on that stupid mode!
Ignorance shooting like haters:
No wars, no conflicts...
Running in circles: "Ain't that Ouroboros"
I know Venus scared of snakes,
Hence the circle we always have to draw!
Whoa! creepy nights as moon crescent appears,
waning..., waning..., waning...!
New babes coming and dark lovers:
Barking and howling for lock hours,
Opening windows for outcasted ghosts;
Top air winds coming in...
Greens and purples to being laughed-
at by dolls, no puppet masters...
Little strange things, girlish "leaning"
on my vintage; vanish painted doors,
Oh Willie...!
Having bad trips due to low sugar levels
Driving "fast" In the dark,
Humming..., humming..., humming...!
Staring at the windscreen:
As I reach those tunnels;
hallucinations as I'm afraid of exaggerations,
even though I love sarcasm!
And playing around with syllables-
knowing "grammar" gonna get me:
Dark pens with red inks;
Red lines drawn across words:
Sentenced, concords fighting with jargon!
Hyphens stopping the war but not recognized by the Language,
Gotta keep order: Guess no one likes broken English!
Some things in life are beyond explanation
Making us ga-ga causing great exultation
Sun in the morning
It's job it's performing
Each breath we take means a life extension
Ao dil me sare yaro hindi ko basa le.
Kabhi gungunate rhe h ise fir se gunguna le.
Aj bhi jab puchhti h meri dadi ma
Mujhe achha lagta h
Office ki english ki bakbak bhul jata hu
Fir se mujhe lgta h
Hindustan me agya hu
Jiski god me khele h
Uske to aj rishte nibha le
Ao jra sa gunguna le.
She was singing,
But I couldn't hear words,
And the dust that she kicked up
Lined legs golden like reeds in the dawn.
She was smiling,
But I couldn't know why,
And her dress that was tattered
Whirled dazzling as an African morn.
She was dancing,
But I couldn't sway with,
And the bucket she picked up
Watered dust in the place I was born.
She was laughing,
But I couldn't look long,
And her bundle she gathered
Set free smiles not a sadness forlorn.
jab tairi yaad ki her shakl badal jaey gi
tairi aawaz bhi jab dil sai na takraey gi
phir darakhtoo mei koee phool khilai ga k nahei
mee mei phir koee dabai paaoo chalai ga k nahei
janai phir dil ye maira dil bhi rahai ga k nahei
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