Long Conditioned Poems
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This load is getting old,
I'm about to explode,
Erode into the landscape,
Escaping the feeling of being,
Seeing all that needs to be done,
Just to be able to have fun,
Conditioned by everyone around,
I learned not to make a sound,
I found other means to advance,
A profound experience,
Bound my existence,
Building resistance,
Each instance less significant,
Downright different,
Imprinting new perspectives,
Being selective of my choice,
Raising my inner voice,
Hoisting self esteem,
Confidence Gleaming,
As I'm streaming thoughts,
I fought hard to get here,
Bought into a lie for years,
Tears fill my eyes,
As I realize,
I orchestrated my own demise,
My prize hidden by a load I carry,
It's very hard to release,
I use to feel mostly grief,
Now I'm changing my belief.
We the doctors
Unlike children of our age,
innocence fading into a sage;
Lost in a horde of books,
eluding everyone’s cynical looks;
Burning midnight oil,
unaware of the upcoming toil;
Time seemed to be on our side,
loveably rogued the good life;
Skipping scores of meals,
rolling tirelessly on foot wheels;
Deprived of sleep,
as patients came in heaps;
Working twenty-four-seven,
far from life’s haven;
Amidst ailment and anguish,
we could never relinquish;
Winds of sorrow came in gusts,
relatives of dying often outburst;
Once listed next to God,
we now stand in the witness box;
Questions on our sincerity,
our knowledge, our interests;
Our reputation is at stake,
Some soul searching,
and we can prove them all fake;
Worthy of faith, beyond any doubt,
Dedicated, candid inside out,
Kindest of souls, no personal goals,
Humanity, sole objective;
With power of commitment,
Power of healing, power of words,
Power of logic, power to serve;
We are the doctors
that you be most proud of;
Humble and selfless
as one can ever be;
Serving at your doorsteps,
Defying comforts of hospitals
and conditioned offices;
Sitting under a tree,
Sun doesn’t scorch;
Winter doesn’t chill;
Whenever you need,
Always on our feet;
Be it an ailment
or a social cause,
An ear to listen
A zeal to heal,
Whether the bright sun
or the heavy downpour;
Even if a road block
or a Covid havoc;
We have a verve
are committed to serve;
By the head and the heart,
soulful emotions apart;
You can count on us;
We need no money,
just subtle words sweet as honey;
A drop of gratitude,
a sublime attitude;
We are happy to be here,
for ones no access to healthcare;
With such selfless intent,
our Sun sets in content;
Sending smiles through the day,
no one can measure or weigh;
We, the doctors,
are just humans like ya all;
Thy trust is what we seek,
We play no God.
Written Sept 17, 2023
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Line of inquiry:
“Neither desire nor aversion
Meditation our immersion
Conditioned beliefs discarded
Hymns we hum are our own version”
A child I was, when Nuns taught me in school;
so God was with me from an early age.
The catechism shaped for me each rule-
my soul's foundation at this tender stage,
to help unlock a door I would engage.
My reading about God was not the key-
but seeing what He is- enlightened me.
That feeling that He's near in all I do,
the balances of nature, my guarantee-
internal hymns of love, faith, hope, accrue.
I sing the hymn of Love through family,
and feel God's care is echoed from each heart.
I sing the Hymn of Faith, a tapestry
of sunset glow that leads to a fresh start,
and sing my Hymn of Hope on new day's chart.
Love, Faith, and Hope are His Amazing Grace-
my heart and soul, with God there, interface.
Will you do something for me?
Just a moment of your time is all I’m asking
Imagine yourself becoming someone you long to be
And I return yourself to you... where have you been?
I’ve been wondering if i can accept myself now
Living and breathing a life to love and hate
Less our lives be so conditioned and bound
Are we not healthy bodies with a corrupted mind at stake?
I’m always longing to be free... but free from what exactly?
What more can our limitless mind offer?
How rich or poor do we have to be with our personality?
Before we realise that we... don’t differ
Nevermore do I imagine of becoming someone else
Because that someone will be helping and destroying the same
I can only imagine myself flying since... whence I fell
Falling every time to a different scenario in the same game
Have you that someone you imagine yourself to be?
And who did you want to be other than yourself?
Will you care to imagine what it’s like to be me?
Have you the long endless spiral you unknowingly fell?
Genre: life
Song: Trance by Joe Bongiorno
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Line of inquiry:
By unseeking seeker
“free from conditioned belief
no agenda on our shelf
vibrant as the light of Self
life flows on all by itself”
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The KEY, poem by me
On the still night, winter’s breath consumes me
Chilled, I shiver with the music of heartfelt dreams,
Blowing through the moonlit night, so alive and free
Blessings poured from the love of One who redeems.
While the ache of His gentle story writes its light
I feel the need to conceal the hopes that abide,
Hopes of a time when He will make everything right,
I’ll sing of the moment when love conquered pride.
On the melodious brilliance of a kind soul’s song
I know that He is offering me the joy who will survive,
Telling the wind to listen, the heart to remain strong
Because this is the beauty that makes me feel alive.
While the glow of moon’s music reassures my prayers
There is something brutal that fills me with such fear.
Will I ever know what it is to entertain angels unawares?
And, will the glow of His spirit make it all crystal clear?
On the still night, while my dreams ache to become reality
I feel the promise of His love pouring out His grace on me,
Filling my soul with a purpose, as I bow to my knee –
Remembering it is God’s love that remains life’s key!
Looking deeper than mind and senses five,
instruments provided for earth life use,
in stillness, eye of the soul let’s revive,
since ego cravings lead to self-abuse.
Following scent of love, bliss beat’s our muse,
we get to a knowing no one can teach,
as illusion of space-time we so breach.
Discarding every conditioned belief,
jettisoning fear, renouncing desire,
we so give our soul much needed relief,
that with no objects we seek to acquire,
we then ignite in heart, God’s cosmic fire.
First things first, we must let go off the shore,
that through each pore of form, grace may in-pour.
Death is always my reminder that living is Temporary, existing or lasting for a limited time; not permanent. That answers many questions of mine. Somewhat like a loan. Something given with the intent of getting it back, usually with interest we are taxed. What happens after we retire our spirits from these skin caves that hold the past the present, and moments in between. Where lost thoughts ruminate around corners beneath? Do our spirits take the beating for our human skin sacks' deceitful dealings during moments of conditioned freedom we had while living? I wonder if taking away our gift of choice, is the interest to be paid. While all along here we were fighting, living in this flesh-draped cape, trying desperately to live before the grand escape. Could this be the victory to which we were too close-minded to accept as fate? Yes, maybe this was the righteous ones' reward unto us, and the womb was the golden gate. We keep wishing and wishing to know what’s after this faze, but maybe this is the after that. Maybe this is the royal place. See it's all temporary which is the role he intended for "time", to play. A holder of minutes before you walk through the souls' reclaiming gates. Past the millions of seconds rented, of memories you made. The journey is silent as faith has no speech it’s an invisible state. Living is temporary in this physical place, as we all see when we sit at another wake. We are unaware of what comes after today, however, it’s promised that death is the only escape and entrance for these mere human estates.
how do you know if you love someone? is what many people ask
but just explaining love is not a simple task.
before i start i'd like to say that love can never be defined
and being inlove with someone is beyond the psyche of the mind
i can only explain from experience and what i truly felt
and how i played the cards from the hand that i've been dealt
when you love someone there is a sparkle that glistens from your eyes
and your spirit pours out in every tear when you begin to cry
the tears will roll continously all through out the day
and no matter how many times you wipe those tears the never go away
your eyes begin to sting and burn from all the crying you have done
and then reality begins to set in when the pain has just begun
you can feel the screams from your inner soul begging to be released
and with all the pain there is also anger contained within your inner beast
frustration and betrayal become your motivating factors
pride takes control of the wheel and becomes a motivating actor
emotions rush like crushing waves against a strawman's house
and you eventually become a conditioned slave playing love at cat and mouse
so my definition of love i sincerely hope you do not grasp
and anyone who claims to have defined love...pulled it out a monkey's behind
I will not endore your relationship
with the Harlot Hashi, she wishes
to be will some else
and desires not to be with you
her mind is conditioned
to use you, that you have been spoken as ugly
and unhandsome, some would say you should be glad someone remotely cute would smile at you
much less be interested in being with you.
we extract the shame of your foolishness to think
such things so. she might soil the earth, by allowing
someone else to make her pregnant, and than marry you as the joke
were you pay her way thru life as the fool
she made you into being. we've used you as an example to teach our people against the usage of
foolish women, that foolish men make foolish women wise
and there wisedon then allows them to teach the ways of the whore
to people she wishes to be against you.
Two Worlds
There are two worlds I live in
Side by side… living and breathing
One often seen whilst the other only seem
Do they see what I see deem believing?
I do see the conditions living the real
I do see my imagined world living amongst
I do see the conditioned living having to deal
And I do imagine to have everything and nothing to want
Nothing last like all living things
In my lifetime… I don’t think we are taught right
To be instilled with achievements and means
Life is nothing more but a being that might
To be one in a population… what is new?
To be no one in a population… do we shy?
Living in reality… what’s the given cue?
Living in dreams… will realities’ die?
I chose my own side of the world to live in
Living and breathing… imagining and dreaming
What only seem has become what I have seen
Because in my world, I see my dreams worth believing
26/10/2022