I Am That I Am
Line of inquiry:
“a heartbeat pulsating as living light
free from each and every limitation
I Am that dwelling in unbound delight
the source wherefrom arises creation”
My Poem
I sought Him - In the lows and highs,
In the darkness, in the light
In the warmth of spring,
In the chill of autumn’s breeze
I sought Him - In the joy and the pain
In the sunlight, and the rain
In the wonder of life’s blessings
In the knowledge of each lesson
I sought Him - In the beauty and the fear
In the laughter so sincere
In the song that robin’s sang
In the gentlest winter snowflake
I sought Him - In the knowing and the naïve
In the distance and the familiar
In the quiet and the madness
In the sweetness of a favorite prayer
I sought Him - In the melody of falling leaves
In the silence of imploring grief
In the wonder of echoed praise
In the beauty of heaven’s grace
I sought Him - In the mountains and the seas
In the colors of hope and humility
In the heart who truly believes
In the truth of spiritual empathy
I sought Him
And found Him
When I knew
Wherever I am… God is there, too!
We often try to retrofit
The remnants of a bridge that burned
In fires that we never lit
With scaffolding of lessons learned
But if we are the only one
To put in work to reattach
We may find — when work is done —
The arsonist still holds that match
7/22/2026
Written for the Mend the Fence or Burn the Bridges Contest
May we be blessed in this time of division and disconnection
when our country and the world are out of tune…
to take our cue from nature…
specifically the moon
Our moon has no political agenda.,,,
when it comes to the light she creates…
Her moonbeams shine down on all of us
she does not discriminate.
In this deeply divided country
where we treat one another with disdain…
where we use the most damaging and hurtful words…
may we take a page out of nature…
and learn a lesson from the birds
For we will never achieve a peaceful and balanced flight…
when the right wing hates the left
and the left wing hates the right…
For every bird knows..
when it looks up to the sky….
the left wing needs the right wing
and the right wing needs the left
If it’s is ever going to fly.
golden dawn spans bright
larks soar up high with sweet songs~
spirit of the air
larks fly in high skies
yet build their nests on low grounds~
lesson of meekness.
the greatest lesson
the one we are here to learn
the only reason we are here
living this life
is love
love,
love,
love,
love,
love
love
love everyone you meet
whether they deserve it
whether they have earned it
because it is the only reason we are here.
Love sweet love
Get me back my sleep, oh God.
I am decaying day by day,
mentally, physically… in innumerable ways.
Neither can I cry, nor can I write.
I don't know what fight
is going on in my mind every day.
Oh God, bring back my normal days!
Am I an insomniac,
or do I simply like the calm of the night this way?
It's 2:29, and I am not fine,
dwindling somewhere in between.
Oh God, get me back my sleep anyway.
A child your age should know better.
You know exactly why you're being punished.
I hope you never do that again.
Let this be a lesson you'll remember.
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
Do you know how frustration looks like?
Investing two years of your late twenties in someone
just to find out that the person has abandoned you for his family,
with whom you dreamt of building a family.
Do you know what tiredness feels like?
That you are in your early thirties
and so drained out
that you don't want to start with "Hey, what's your favourite colour?" once again.
Now you shall have to turn your loneliness into solitude.
Now you shall have to tell your desires to transform into a celibate
and just wipe away all the wishes to be a bride, to be a mother, to start a household so neatly,
as if you never desired them!
Just because you don't want to start anything
which will lead to futility.
Not anymore.
No more patience left to judge whose fault it was!
The lesson from a father to his son
Are blessings in disguise
For they are guidelines to success
And longevity;
My father taught me many things
He taught me to be firm
While going after what I want
Taught me how to say no without guilt.
My father taught me
How to stay strong and patient
When things don't go my way
According to my plans
I should let go of things
That is out of my control
Teaching me detachment.
My father taught me
To be humble and consistent
When things start going my way
According to my plans
Because discipline and humility
Maintains success.
My father taught me
How to treat everyone
I cross paths with
Because variety is the spice of life
Disparaging another only
Feeds the ego instead of essence
He taught me so many things
I can't mention here
When words are too much it becomes void.
As your memories fade,
I also want to shed
those moments from my mind
which I cannot regain.
Why do I hurt myself again?
Why to carry this pain?
If you cannot be mine,
then why should I confine
memories that only give me numb pain?
If you can live without me,
why should I not let those memories flee
to the unknown,
from where they can't find a way again on their own
and can't make a habitat in my mind again?
Tell me, if you are living happily without me,
why are your memories causing such pain?
Oh Almighty, hold me one more time,
give me strength.
Wipe away all those painful moments from my mind
that are causing strain.
If he cannot be mine,
then why should I carry such pain?
You abandoned me in my most needy days:
the way in summer, people curse the sun's rays.
The way people forget an umbrella after the rains.
The way people throw the band-aid after healing from the pains.
Tell me which hurt more, rejecting at first,
or after winning the trust
stabbing on the back
such a way that you can never trust the word 'trust' again?
Tell me if not love, then what causes such pain?
My windows were wide open.
I learned to think broader,
I used to see the broader picture through my windowpane.
My wider views never taught me to squint my eyes
when it was time to look through others' spectacles.
I felt human bonds were made in paradise:
thus I evoked all the pain.
Failing to endure all the mental tortures from humankind,
doubts are evoking in my mind;
I don't know if that was just a green screen behind my windowpane!
The bonfire wasn't comforting me anymore,
it was burning me inside out.
I thought it was odd, how it could be!
Maybe it's all my fault for not being able to tolerate the warmth
and blaming this comfortable symmetry.
I return back near,
leaving my doubt and fear.
This time, ashes were rising above,
but I kept my thoughts grounded.
Those all were darkening me from outside,
still, I was holding myself tight,
as I thought it was my darkness that was luring me.
I often trim the excess from my poetry
Then miss the savored layer of extra fat
Having discarded taste for meaning --
Rejecting one of my own principals,
No one knows the truth about anything --
Like spirits of a cave kill with help from
Scentless gas – the mind can do the body
More harm than excess grease and tardy
Hygiene. Not advocating for filth...but have
Fun first.
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