Do you sleep somewhere dreaming of our youth?
Does this stormy night flash upon your eyes,
and is that silhouette my figure
approaching from a far distant past?
Perhaps you recall our pet names
we had for each other, or have you forgotten
my face or even your own face back then?
Tomorrow a curtain may be drawn
closing the light of memory forever,
yet as you sleep somewhere
far from anywhere,
let me show you a twilit future
one that waits for us,
in that endless possibility
of once more.
Seated stays fate who stays seated,
It stands, ready to get started,
Supine it stays who sleeps dreaming,
And roams for rare that go raring.
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Translation |26.09.2025| fate, destiny
Note: Based on a Subhaashhitam (a quatrain verse well said) transliterated as under:
Aaste bhaga aasinasya
oordhvam tishthati tishthatah |
Shete nipadyamaanasya
charati charatah bhagah ||
KISMET
String theory has to be the
answer.
Multiple universes with other
worlds.
In some other place there
must be another me.
That one is handsome, witty,
rich, famous and a good poet.
A lottery winner many times
over.
A talented musician, who can
write successful songs.
A woodworker who crafts
fine furniture.
One who has a good day
every day.
He probably says, there must be
another me in another universe.
Someone with all the bad luck,
unfortunately, it is me!
kismet
coincidence
meditative silence
mystical knowing, deja vu
kismet
kismet takes a bite out of my side
I push him away
because I have never believed in fate
kismet pushes me out of my chair
I land on my head, with my legs in the air
it is not distinguished but it is honest
this battle might make some people into a believer
that fate might possibly be real
but not me
I remain stubborn
refusing to believe that anything but my own actions
and my own reactions determine my future
Kettle of destiny
Kite that pervades the sky
King of nature’s highway
Kills the lesser lamp's light
Kiln that forges the seen
Kindles the dying glow
Kind and unkind to us
September 14, 2023.
A summer day in 'fifty eight
when providence found me a mate
Neither of us knew ,what was then to be
from passion, love was brought forth to me
Attraction's magnet drew us together
nothing was ever,our love to sever
In memory that day still glows bright
&she is the same, love at first sight
Knowing fate is ordained
Knit then thoughts mindfully
Kneading, reshaping soul
Kindness as our motto
Kick starting a new life
Knocking on our heart’s door
Kingdom of God’s within
Kindred spirits, instantaneously.
It was unbidden love written in the
Stars for the erstwhile strangers.
Magical was their connection, an
Explosion of vermilion; passionate,
True romance; 'twas sheer kismet!
Beautiful floppy hat with a kaleidoscopic design,
You show up in the courtyard as I taste my wine.
Your wearer caught my eyes, she is such a beauty.
I wish I was not leaving tomorrow, but it is my duty.
I signed up for the navy before I met this lovely creature.
Recruiters got me hard and good, showing me a double feature.
I want to get her number, but kismet will have to be ready.
Right now, I am a seaman, shipping off, a guy named Freddy.
I take one last look at the beauty under the hat.
Is that my sister next to her? What do you think of that?
Kismet has a plan. I run over to say “hi”.
“This is my brother Fred, Sue said. “he is a great guy.”
Unexplained encounters,
Undulating terrain,
I'm standing in the rain,
Hemmed by downers.
I find myself in a direction,
A way I know nothing about,
A route that's beyond discretion,
It's an everyday bout.
Where are the answers that I seek?
To unravel the mystery in my walk,
To refrain the hands of the enigma's clock,
Disperse the shadow that makes dawn bleak.
Dawn chauffeurs the unexplained,
Within me, these are curtained,
I'm saddled with the unseen,
None of these could be foreseen.
Everything I do not know,
To this, I do not yield,
I only utilize its vast field,
Keeping hope alive as I go.
March 12, 2023.
Writing Challenge - "K" Words - Poetry Contest,
Constance La France.
Due to his callous disregard, he divided her intent
Wanting to be loved was rapidly replaced
With needing to be nurtured
Windscreen scorch, midday duco seared her palms
A lost Christmas scarab lurid green beetle
Gripped Flora's taut forearm
Future she craved wavered toward steely necessity
Untitled as lucre of lake illusion luminous
Looming in her frontal lobe
Angel held urns runneth over, soma sportula pour
Treacle tips intoxicating as cherry kirsch
Accommodation on aileron
Conveyed from kookaburra sarcasm to city suzerain
Mirror tower monuments collide in clouds
Encourage worldwide rivalry
Flora's inclination for comfort drives acute delirium
Arid Arab cobalt coast melts cultures mosaic
Gamey gourmet, cutlery gleam
Her new wrist cuffed, convict of antique timepiece
Lost Duat archived exchange rate temporal
Khepra hands kissed henceforth
12th March 2023
Written for Contest: 'K' Word Challenge
Sponsor: Constance La France
My kismet seemed to have arrived long ago,
With love at first sight.
So long ago, I invited her to see a film.
There in the darkness of the theatre
I was mesmerized by a tune.
A prince, disguised as a gardener,
Sang of his love to his princess.
“Take my hand, I’m a stranger in paradise.”
How true I thought. From there I sat
With my newfound date, lovely as a rose.
Dare I take her hand, would I be in paradise?
We were not in wonderland, a garden
Adorned with fragrant flowers
And peacocks displaying their white
Grand feathers, nor were there exotic trees.
But I dared and took her soft warm hand,
Gave her a tiny squeeze to show I cared.
Then we were in paradise as we softly kissed.
She kept her promise to meet me the next day.
Soon the wedding bells rang and chimed their tune,
And happily, we pledged our vows. This was our kismet.
Such a long time ago, but the song always
Resonated in my mind, “Strangers in Paradise”.
Oh we had our ups and downs, but
Together in full love, we lived in happiness.
Not even death can change our life
Until we will both be in another paradise.
Then we will be strangers no more.
Two souls capped in silver gray;
Two hearts bound by one memory.
They knew that clouds will call one day
to end the pages of their history.
But sweet it is for them to remember
their days of sun and riding horses;
The gleaming glow of her flaming ember
as he delights her with cards and roses;
The tears and smiles they shared together;
The lights and shades of the shifting sky;
The sunny days they fished by the river;
The times they braved the years gone by.
And, as he held her by the shoulder
as they walked by the sands of white,
they knew that their sun will not shine forever
but the love they had will always shine bright.
“That ego residue of past be shorn ~
We are time and again, on earth reborn”
~ quote by poet
Linear time sounds love's chime,
that soul may heavenward climb
but most of us heed it not,
trapped in a narrow thought slot.
God enables if we're still
but if we defy His will,
we're tossed about like a leaf
by fate, shrouding us in grief.
Life, as it plays, is ordained
to test if our soul's yet stained
by ego spawned dark desires,
that deluded heart aspires.
Both joy and pain come our way
but if love is our mainstay,
fate has no hold over us
and fears no longer nonplus.
Life's a school, we're here to learn,
to grow in love, as we burn.
Redeeming sins of our past,
as we chose, the die is cast.
Making lamp of love soul's sconce,
what matters is our response,
moment to moment in life,
free from strife, always joy rife.
Oh hermit, this life's a dream,
where love not fate, reigns supreme
and once we truly know this,
soul becomes the flame of bliss.
10-March-2023
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Sponsor: Constance La France
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