Addressing me, Dear Dear, My Dear !
How could I wonder, what you are?
Simple an advice , can you hear ?
Take care of yourself : Am I clear ?
Lesson in preparatory :
Serve others , it's mandatory
to place in top category
and throughout life to carry.
Have courage to act righteous
with selflessness ! Oblivious.
Keep fit yourself to help others.
Lend helping hand to sufferers.
Self confidence is your pivot
Dynamism is your pilot.
Honesty is sail of your boat
Take bricks of truth to build your fort.
Already you have reached last phase
Now to leave all whims and craze,
as death is stepping to erase
your involvements and golden days.
My deepest fantasies to introspect :
From where I have come ? Why and where to reach ?
It’s beyond perception and intellect !
Who has the supreme knowledge ? Who will teach ?
Leading life honouring moral values.
Performed duties, being compassionate.
To know my identity, got no clues.
Is Death my end ? Or to re -incarnate !
With much devotion pursued my career.
Accessed success, also failure endured.
With happy family, built emperor.
But in last phase feeling most unsecured.
Achievements, Involvements turned obsolete.
My activities remained incomplete.
When you are getting old with short future,
It seems shocking to admit ruthless truth :
Youth bade bye and life is not running smooth.
Physical limitations you captured.
Each moment will remind ' Your time is up !'
Lots of activities are left undone.
Days are passing dull without any fun.
Next generation not to fill your cup.
Achievements, involvements went obsolete.
Once you showed light on path of your children.
Now lost importance being turned burden.
Are you becoming old fool ? Most unfit !
Fragrance of jasmine
seems devine
touching my soul
rippling with heart beats
murmuring emotive pulses
swimming, sinking
in abyss of
forgotten feelings
of bygone days.
Sweet smell of jasmine
enchanted my Dad, Grandma
and also me as if inheritance
flows through sweet fragrance
holding memories of closeness and involvements.
Whelmed by bliss of remembrance
with flavour of favourite flower jasmine.
Jasmine with its alluring redolence
sprays ethereal aroma
claiming my love and reverence.
Mathematically speaking,
Life is not a continuous function,
but holds discrete chapters
to be closed at different times on journey of life.
Carefree childhood terminates
alarming to get prepared
to lead life on self confidence.
Bubbling vibrant youth : Most alluring period
to fulfill ambitions, dreaming and dreaming.
Aspiring chapter offering opportunity
of activities in broad spectrum at random.
Onwards start struggling taking life as a Challenge.
Career, Family, Responsibilities, Duties are embowered.
Success to access, Failure to endure
Love, Betrayal, Happiness, Sorrow appear in series.
Inevitable last phase shows
Achievements, Emotional Involvements
turning obsolete, seeming Life to be meaningless,
only to wait for last call to reach the ultimate end of Life.
In your eyes lies the beauty of whole universe,
In your smile I feel the peace that could calm my soul for years.
Your presence adds charm to my existence,
Your sweet talks and with you those late night walks
Are those moments which I always dreamt of.
When I look at you, I realise the actual meaning of togetherness,
With you it's just simple,
No fear and no stress.
Dancing with you in the rain,
Sharing to you even the tiniest part of my pain.
I actually figured out that sometimes it is just about those beautiful moments,
Filled with you me and those small but happy involvements.
Sometimes all what I wish for is just you,
My day in definately incomplete without talking to you.
Maybe your existence is like the reason to my existence
Because you are just like the blessing in disguise to me at once.
- Palak Thawani
In our country’s
calendar of events
September is replete with
pursuits worth enumerating
reminding me to bask in meaningful
involvements, optimizing God-granted strength
midst pressure, propelled by blissful functionality.
With well-being focus…
I learned that September 16-22
is Cerebral Palsy Awareness Week,
thus, my schedule seeks for appropriate
on-line seminars for the sake of our special child.
As to educational endeavours
Sports Heroes Day was celebrated
on the 10th, while all virtual classes for
Academic Year 2021-2022 did start last 13
along festivities like Family Thanksgiving Day.
Then birthdays and anniversaries
of loved ones radiate with greetings...
thus, fellowships abound, although compliance
to social distancing and health protocols is practiced.
Topping these all, September
commences Christmas celebration…
now, here am I preparing for my teaching
engagement, grateful to God for opportunities
to do* my life-building roles, with joy and diligence.
Philippians 4:13 I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.
September 17, 2021
Midst deafening echo of skepticism and doubt
My hope* in God prevails through faith’s reverberating shout.
Anchored upon spiritual constitution, the Scriptures
My hope’s abode is secured around wisdom of certainty pastures.
When lured by worldly delight along fleshly, sensual pleasure
My hope --- I admit --- succumbs to the carnal lioness, offering lust’s leisure.
In my dissociation entanglements caused by unrighteous engagements
The Lord upholds me, redirecting me to His service of heavenly involvements.
Hence, to the Saviour be all the honour and praise for my hope’s victory
While I yield to Him my all, even my dreams and visions ... devoted for His glory.
*Romans 15:13 Now the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, that ye may abound in hope, through the power of the Holy Ghost.
July 16, 2019
3rd place, "STRAND SELECT J ,any form,any theme" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Brian Strand; judged on 2/10/2020.
When fretting midst pain, hopelessly anxious
Doubt-stricken, spiritually unconscious…
I admit my sin-caused infirmities
Forgetting God so awesomely gracious.
When incurring well-deserved chastisements
Because of futile, worldly entanglements…
I confess my prayerlessness’ status
Neglecting the Lord’s mighty involvements.
When wavering with weariness-attacks
Obviously triggered by arrogance-knacks
I yield my soul to the great Redeemer
Cleaving to Him Whose mercy* never lacks.
*Psalm 69:13 …O God, in the multitude of thy mercy hear me, in the truth of thy salvation.
March 20, 2019
Assuring breathing for seeing tomorrow
Seriously tick tock and tit for tat the scatted hands borrow
Unfanctioned hairs are shaved daily
Getting the forgettable minds
Lime dunking the flight feathers
Yodle provides core enjoyments
Assassination involvements in the fields
Sometimes sin portray fresh partition
Segregated air taste the flavor
Impossible twist the nose end over
No one to believe the achiever.
DRIVE, BYE
by James Edward Lee Sr.
Not a soldier of war
MIA'S caught up in a family of no one cares
Just drive...
MIA-Mother's Involvements Always cries
Raising infant, toddler, teenaged boys alone
What for
Cousin Charlie sitting on the steps
Not even knowing it's soon to be his last
breath
Drive, bye
Drive by
Coward points a gun
Shoots his sixth victim
Neither a battle, now a war
09/09/2017
written by James Edward Lee Sr.
Music and painting,
Singing and laughing,
Sharing, confiding,
And then illness came.
Supporting, and silence,
Sharing and weeping,
Deflecting, defending,
Bridge building, not judging
And so friendship grew.
A keeper of secrets,
The pig in the middle,
Outpourings and trustings,
A dam nearly bursting
But friendship stayed true.
The tide started turning.
'No, you needn't help me.
There are others to help
With what you used to do'.
Unguarded actions, though truthful
They injured.
The dialogue stopped
And the silence began.
'I'm still here, I'm remorseful
I've said that I'm sorry.
Do the years count for nothing?'
But the silence still grew.
A gap growing wider,
But then, out of nowhere,
Someone needs money.
So NOW I'm in view.
No cards, no remindings,
No involvements, no parties.
No meals out, no phone calls,
No thanks. 'Who are you?'
I don't want to give up.
Those years are important.
I'll be still and be silent.
I'm here if you need me
But my trust has been damaged
And I'm slowly dying.
What am I to do?
Let me not so much be lost in involvements
as would make me incapable of
recognizing the fragrance of the flower
beaming in my own yard; as would
divest me of time
for the merry sports of children
glee with the total joy of creation
radiant in their midst.
As would render me oblivious of my time
for the wind carrying the scents of love,
for the birds chanting the notes of life,
for sparkling waterfalls falling yet gay
and, too, for the stars fireflies carry
through the immensity of darkness.
Let me not so much be swept by haste.
Let me not lose the sight of myself
in the rush of life’s vicious circles.
Let me not go spiraling towards a peak
where vision would be blinded with
tears, washing down life’s rubles.
Not so much be lost as would have
no time to look at myself
ever. Not so much, so much be lost, just
to see the hue, grace, glory gone
off the face of my beloved
as I’d wake and be conscious.
How long would I run after the
time,
my mind just a cosmos of void?
Will you please go journeying
for your own sake,
till I come living a moment of life?
(Translated from Nepali by Manu Manjil)
Two men were murdered in the Massachusetts town of Braintree.
They were Frederick Parmenter and Alessandro Berardelli.
Both were employees of the Slater-Morrill Shoe Factory.
The culpable individuals absconded with payroll money.
Two followers of the infamous anarchist Luigi Galleani
were immigrants Nicola Sacco and Bartolommeo Vanzetti.
Neither had police records, but espoused militant anarchy.
Both were connected to the Braintree murders circumstantially.
The two arrested men became world centers of controversy.
The first trial was filled with questionable testimony.
There were numerous requests from all over for clemency.
After two trials, the defendants were found guilty.
The twenty-second of August in 1927 was their last day.
Controversy about their involvements persists up to today.
I thank wikipedia.org online encyclopedia for information I obtained to write this poem.
While in the hall,
music pervades.
People of different cultures
enjoy what night holds -
a Christmas celebration.
Young and old alike
savor each food being served;
a delight, a source of nourishment
that means so much for all.
A great deal of caring,
a gesture of sharing
describe what relationship means:
in friendship and family involvements.
What a lovely night!
meeting friends and other acquaintances;
an avenue of reconnecting
a way to share God’s gift in ourselves.
In the course of conversation,
lies the act of intervention;
it’s asking ‘how you’re doing?’
in today’s world of human actions.
A familiar episode – a reality
that speaks who we are
indicates interconnectedness,
being one with Christ especially this season.
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