Long Banes Poems
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Midst soothing cheers spring has unique features,
It's a grand mixture of vast boons and banes;
The spring sun is a balm for some creatures,
While its burns cause, for others, strains and pains...
Do all plants that come to life bring-in smiles?
Beech, birch, alder, and ash allergies cause;
Though gentle breeze blows in its rhythmic styles,
Don't gales and squalls have deadly claws...?
While sparrows, swallows, and swifts sing songs sweet,
Don't mosquitoes, bugs, and fleas sharply sting?
Reptiles break their hibernation retreat,
Midst butterflies, don't flesh flies too, take wing...?
Spring is, hence, not the sole season at all,
It's just one like winter, summer, and fall...!!!
09 February 2023
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Rising, if the sun prides making high noons,
I’ve often turned life’s winters unto Junes.
What if my pen fetches no stars at first?
It knows to fight back, bargain fair fortunes.
Getting best from pen oft gets people’s goat,
I know it helps— growing cactus on dunes.
So what if some of my labour’s returned,
I know well to wait for bluest of moons.
Maybe I’m held up, not left high and dry,
I may take long but know to rise from ruins.
Poems oft pose to me a seed of thought:
Making a blank leaf black’s no great renown!
Life being life, may well go out of tune,
Tell me if you can kiss banes unto boons.
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Ghazal |15.11.2021| life, poems, poet, success
I laid down upon the shore
of my bed,
and dreamed of a world i
set ablazed.
I heard the great shouting
and roaring of my name,
as i kept playing the
beautiful round leather
game.
The electrifying emotion on
the pitch,
and the extraordinary
feeling off the pitch,
Made me the best.
Even when faced with a
hard test,
i had no option than
victory,
cos wen am on the pitch, i
cause my opponent misery.
The smooth texture of the
grasses,
brought me happiness from
the masses.
The joy of winning every
match,
brought even more tougher
opponent attach.
Every game had something
to play for,
and when i don't get a
chance to play, makes me
bore.
Hearing the screeming of
my name from the fans,
only makes my opponent
feel banes.
I just want to tell the whole
world,
that i am the best in
everything i does in the
world.
‘Taties and carrots and onions
All have their own natural skin
So why do most of the suppliers
Use plastic bags to pack them in,
Either the fragile brittle type
That bursts all over the floor
Or the stretchy greasy oily sort
That resist for evermore,
Evading each attempt until
They grudgingly finally split
Just before the onset of
A near fatal apoplectic fit.
Meat is sold in indestructible packs
With film top supposedly able to peel
But unfortunately all seem to have
An equally indestructible seal.
The advent of plastic packaging
Has become one of the banes of life
Normally requiring heated resort
To hacking with scissors or knife.
Are they super human, these designers
Or is each just a malicious little rat
Extracting satisfaction from inventing
Such useless products as that
They say us oldies don’t recycle
They don’t seem to understand
In our younger days we didn’t
Contaminate many acres of land.
We took our own shopping bags
Used paper and glass to pack
Bought our milk in bottles
And sent all the empties back
If there is an after life I hope
It is made unavoidably obligatory
That every packaging designer
Suffer eons in purgatory,
And in the cause of justice those
Whose lives they’ve made so drear
Be allowed to sit and watch and,
Maybe, cheer and shout and jeer.
There are those effulgent as jewels in our lives,
Upheld deep within, even broken or in captives,
Their worth remains unaltered as the rising of the sun;
Etched in the palms of our hands as our days run.
When you step into our space, treading our lanes,
Resent nothing or converse in ways that invoke banes,
For we cherish things unsought yet within our hands:
Thus roots of our pride, the joy on which we stand.
Shall I forget the hands that held me when I was limping?
And led me to settle in kinder paths without skimping,
And shaped me into what you came to resent -my state,
A worth no passing years nor treasures can equate.
So watching a peeking dawn again, I’m drawn to embrace;
What those gritty hands and voice stamped upon my face:
That I, not cursed nor doomed was shaped by love refined,
The victor whose bravery is not tapered but defined…
Yet you seek to debase my happy state with your regard,
To break the faith that made me stand - O coward heart!
Though I still stand unbowed, resolute to guard my state;
You still relent not, plotting against my standing with hate.
So, cherishing some than others, it’s not hate but regard;
O ill painters, keep your brushes from my guarded yard.
Your grace of healing tore the cores of the fault finders.
Your works that sprang from divine power, for them, were blinders.
They pulled in Beelzebub to defile your divine might.
Like battlers, the nerds of Banes never left a chance to fight.
In-fights ruin kingdoms, households, and metropolises.
Wars between beasts and humans bring in necropolises.
Finding fault with the strength of the Spirit is blasphemy.
Placing one's feeble faith on deadly deeds is anomie.
Ignorance, like yeast in the bread, had enlivened the thoughts.
In pride and prejudice, the Pharisees planned petty plots
Courteous acts of compassion, they thought, were knells of time.
As ones misleading mankind, in them, crime was in its prime.
No role the Satan has when the divine overpowers
You chased each evil out and brought on all serene showers.
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It seems, conflicts and even full-fledged wars have become common in the world we live in today. Despite the life-threatening circumstances however we have no option but to live blunting our senses as if nothing has happened. Life too has no less conflicts and yet we have to live. This ghazal reflects this sentiment.
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With this life’s unease I’d to live--
By stifling my wish I’d to live.
Alibis no more, I’d to live,
With banes bare of bliss, I’d to live.
On sail-less boat, unfulfilled dreams,
On a half-baked dish I’d to live.
Bearing burdens unbearable,
Hope on a long leash I’d to live.
Amidst all waging wars in world,
On my inner peace, I’d to live.
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Ghazal | 03.05.2026 | bliss, fish, leash, peace, unease, wish
'Helpless' is an adjective I never thought
my hand would write to describe the despair
that's wound its way deep inside my heart.
Honestly, I'm only the catalyst of my own life,
the taproot that strengthens my mindset,
my cornerstone, my anchor, my backbone
when I wobble in the wind over matters
that I deem too serious to contemplate.
Lately, my thoughts swing back and forth,
from heights and depths, highs and lows.
My conscience cannot abide the seesaw
on which it rides up and down.
It wants to get off but can't find the right stride
to control where my troubled mind goes.
What fulcrum will serve as a bulwark for me?
Today I turn away from the bitterness and strife,
but tomorrow my mind will again pivot upon life.
I am a pendulum, swinging in the air,
but I have no counterweights to spare.
I try to bury my worries, but I still hear them chime.
There's no place to hide from a revolution.
Persecution of the innocent is a wretched crime.
What can I do to ease such chaos and lament?
I pray for Divine intervention with the intention
that God's mercy will help humankind
endure their banes and lessen their pains.
But is it His plan to save man in this way?
I've become unsure that He will intervene.
With so much folly and corruption in the world
I wonder... should I keep my sails unfurled
and take flight so that I might never see
horrors in the night and the bitter blight,
the tragedy being inflicted upon each other.
Or should I stay to fight with my brothers?
Given my druthers, there'd be no choice to make
if greed in fiendish ones, they would forsake.
What hub could serve as the center point,
a crux where minds meet to ease the tension,
and erase the apprehension in our society?
If there is an answer it has not come to the fore.
Must that mean war is the only solution?
Is there no resolution, something awesomely sublime,
to be a lever of sanity and give proper perspective
to a world standing on the edge of fanatical unrest?
I've no answer that would end the volatile upheaval
or staunch the flow of blood driven by an evil ego.
To negate the vile ones who are assailing humanity,
will take a mind shrewder than mine has to reveal.
March 8, 2022
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The dew, sunshine, autumn and spring
Nature stirs in virtue and the birds sing
Heart and soul flying on vibrant wings
With joy and delight in ample swing
In my garden with beauty and grace
I sit merging with serenity and calm
Imbued with harmony and accord
Passing a day of fulfillment and ease
In the company of boughs and leaves
With beauty of flowers ready to bloom
Rejoicing aroma of retreating autumn
In cool breeze, blue sky and subtle sun
Beyond good and bad, high and low
Away from turmoil of worldly banes
In embrace of my vibe and ambiance
I live moments in silence and ecstasy
THE STRANGER MAN (3)
But let life live its life and I mine.
I ease myself of all worries
And drift where I may such as liberal
As a wind and unheeding to the obstruction
Where of the fate of the wind lies.
With same velocity on toward the hurdle
And whether it shall scale through or not
It is of no concern to the wind.
In this wise, once I burdened the future.
Of what will be is the mundane-minded query
Always to guard against the future
Is as to the cloud preventing away from sight.
Thus I scrimp and stake all that I earn
As savings for futurity yet behind the cloud
Haba…again and again lost it all in a duel
With forces of circumstance ascribe not to!
Love is an elusive finch that flutters
And made me become both foolish and wise.
The elixirs of love are the very banes,
Anxiety, longing, heartbreak…name me!
So lovesick for love I lost compos mentis.
It is all a delusion I bargain with my heart
I pursue her no more, let her seek for me
If she loves and I shall test her genuineness
With life-span patience while I wander still
Till I return we shall unite yonder the horizon.
The mind alone the power of love can feel
And her essence can tell in absence of her.
Let it be so, I shall not be enamored
While she crave for my presence
My wistful heart is not for her I see
I do without her and keep the beat on
I sold her my heart even in absence
And now she is gone to have a soma.
Farewell dear to blow air to the wind.
Why tug scudding cloud and cling a shadow?
I will let go of all I love and heave the burden
Not on my shoulder but the ease of my heart.
From the piles of corporeal stocks abscond,
I tire of them because they content me not
From years searching for gold and myadestes afield…
But from within the recess of my heart I find
An amber gilded gem concealed in the depth.
I never was good mixer having to know first myself
For men someday shall walk the solitary path
While also to sing the soloist song;
Friends are strangers for they shall depart
And strangers are friends for they shall arrive.