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By a mysterious twinkle in an all perceiving eye
A form energetic gentle breathing
The grand consummation of design
Ignited by universal dreaming
Enchanted stars into their life giving
The dance conceptual
The ballet between
Principals masculine and feminine
These consorts of the living
Entwined into harmony
To write themselves on creations symphony
Express the form of universal diversity
A sun rising over mountains earth
Forest beneath a conclave of animals
The still waters first expectant rush
Sounds the cosmos fulcrum of birth
There formed the human footprint of infinite sand
Perceptions eternal touch
The spell of ages awakened
And one born into many physical forms
One into many
And as a thread now dangles loose
Disconnected from purpose of cause
Wanders a sea tumultuous
No belief in compass direction lost
Clamoring rudderless the thousand names of God
Pleading a million prayers to suffering must
A walk to the end of identity
This now scattered life of dust
Still searching the obvious for the sacred
Concocting explanations of conscious
Nit picking the tassels of paradises expected faults
The miracles of nothing more than dirt
So fallen to nightmare century
The enemy human devours humanity
And by oath swears itself
Be born of unknown divinity
In thousands generation of quintessence spark
A futures riddle plays diffident mark
But to confound the constant
And miss the perfect impulse of life
The willing blindness brings to darkness
All the blessings of light
Impetuous resolution of a fickle noose
To its own slavery has brought us
From spirits truth distracted
By bubble gum boredom infected
And to the cohorts of fear
Became so entrusted
What but death scares the child
Who alone in innocence could revive
These dull collective eyes
To the promised garden of eternal love
Enchanted stars kissed into their life giving
The dance between conceptual
The ballet of a circle
Feminine and masculine principals
Purpose and cause perfect the impulse of life
To be absent the miraculous
Such would be a true cause for concern
One born into multitudinous of form
Line of inquiry
‘Minus Identity Who am I’
‘What a piece of work is a man!’
……… ………
And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust’
(Shakespeare’s Hamlet, Act II, scene 2)
From Shakespeare, through Hamlet,
It rings down to generations
And falls heavily in my ears too.
In vain, I attempt to probe into the mystery
Nay, the enigma called man,
Both in the silence of my solitude,
And in the learned circle of friends.
(Fool…! Unable to find who you are,
Can you venture to say who the other man is?)
Man is a jumble of contradictions,
I know, a hard nut to crack!
So unfathomable, so mysterious
At once a Satan and an angel
To the outer world I am someone.
But in the well-guarded cellars of my privacy
Aren’t I different?
Hiding my innards to light, as every other man.
Am I not a masked player in life’s pantomime!
I wonder what’s true to my being
And what makes me, the real me.
I see contradictions abound in me
And my personality, like an ocean is volatile,
Sometimes tranquil, sometimes agitated
Placid without waves very often,
But at times roaring with billows crashing!
I am openminded, but hide many secrets.
I am instinctively emotional, but mature.
I am an extrovert and feel happy in company,
But I like to withdraw into loneliness often.
I am mostly thoughtful, but tend to overthink.
I act confident but am diffident at heart.
Though satisfied with what I get,
I tend to crave more for the love people give me.
I am a poet and an artist, feeding on the encouragement I get
And stimulated by internal inspiration.
I am never a nosy parker, but curious about things
That pique my interest, be it of people or of the world.
I am a good listener, but need someone to listen to me.
I am easy to get along with, but get easily flustered.
I am compassionate, adjustable, loyal and humble.
At best I am a child of God, but lets the Satan,
Take over me sometimes when my temper rises.
How often, I wish to change myself
Change some of my characteristic traits
But minus my identity, I fear who I will be?
Do I need normal shoes equipped with cleats?
I’m not as steady as I used to be.
The town in which I live has narrow streets: ...
So where’s this poem going? Bear with me!
I’ve always had an eye for pretty girls.
Polite and non-aggressive, if I spied
a fetching face, or shoulders draped in curls,
I used to cross the street. Once on her side,
I wouldn’t pester, leer, or be a pain:
I’d walk on by, not try for conversation.
My face a mask of diffident disdain,
I’d let her dominate the situation.
She’d probably ignore me (often did):
but what if there’s a question? Way to go!
She’s looking for a store that’s selling squid,
or just a joint to grab a cup of Joe!
Striking up a friendship on the hop –
it sometimes works in movies, so it can’t
be fiction! I could steer her to the shop,
all charm and bumble – humbly Hugh Grant!
You never know your luck. A great romance
could flourish for a self-asserting hero!
but though I offered Cupid half a chance,
it never happened once. I’m batting zero.
And now, back to the narrow-streeted city,
whose sidewalks are beyond an urban joke.
We need some kind of citizens’ committee:
the grouting’s gone, the slabs are old and broke,
and cars encroach upon them when they park.
I told you I’m no longer twinkle-toed.
It’s safer (and not merely after dark)
to walk right down the middle of the road!
The other day, I realised I’m old.
I shunned the sidewalk, barbers’ shops and churches
to stride where sandals score a sounder hold,
and grandpa’s feet can get a better purchase.
The flagstones to my right gave up a treat:
a lovely woman – no, in fact – a wonder!
I didn’t shift position in the street,
and Fate could not create a tryst. I shunned her!
The road felt good: I opted for the same,
the surface safe and welcoming and slick:
I chose security and felt no shame,
the asphalt more appealing than the chick!
Write !
Some madness banter of insanity
is pulling at my thoughts
spilling effulgent
in giant verbs and huge marching nouns
collecting snippets as it walks
stomping on flowers
and mushing liquid the paints of images
swirls captivated
with great toed boots
I can hear it coming
a hefty heavy steady stamp
and I am almost afraid that it might rack me
hit me hard
and demand some elucidated expression from me
I would shudder
but excitement won't let me
Instead it sets me to a creaking ball points
and tiny alphabets that strain my eyes
while spelling out its diffident request
Write it says
Write, while some half cold sickness grip my stomach
and I wretch on grammar
and thus the great feathers quill
dips in the ink of my soul
and so ineptly scribbles epilepsy
explanation, image, wordage, spillage of sensory lobotomy
partridge in a god-damn pear tree
Curl about my finger
and reek havoc through those dictionary brain cells
yer! smash them brain cells
mush, mash and squeeze the last drip
find expression in the gooey lumps that are left
WRITE ! god dam it !
Be succinct, be poetic
surpassing idiom and useless language
for Christ sake just WRITE it !
Pilloried on my own sheets of paper
by my own pen
because it never catches enough
as it twist this origami of words
i-n-t-o s-o-m-e-t-h-i-n-g
I want to express
I need
I want
To etch with you
A moment of perfection
I need your voices
I need to hear you sing my poets
I need these scratching and scathing claws
and I need your delicate dance
I need something to end this misery
and I need this piquant
this ever enlightened soul search of words
to wrap up this bundle of love
And toss me nonchalant into eternity
Lest some madness of bantered insanity
Takes hold of me
Oh my love! I think of you who to my heart is so fondly dear,
3 million tons of affection, warmth and love you added to me when you were near.
You have been my joyous, affable and amiable companion,
Can we forget the time spent always cuddled under the secluded Indian banyan?
On Valentine’s Day today I think of you, who made my life worthwhile,
Who filled me with passion, oh my colorful lily of the Nile!
On Valentine’s Day today I wish to convey my passion and care,
Of the nostalgic memories of stuff we did and other would never dare.
These thoughts flood my timorous diffident mind,
To the daily grind to which I have become confined.
The twilight’s red & the sheet’s white
My valentine your thought makes me squeal in delight.
The sky’s blue & the grass’s green,
Valentine today you make me breathe eighteen.
Valentine you are my gem, paragon and quintessence,
Epitome of love, personification of life’s essence.
Today, everyday and on Valentine’s Day I need no reasons,
To express my emotions that I carry with me, ever through all the yearly seasons.
On Valentine’s Day
Now memories come my way,
Of things I think but never say,
In a ubiquitous, unique and eloquent way.
U my love are in every way chic, panache and elegantly styled,
But with me alone you are like a child and real wild.
Your memories fill my life with joy and pleasure,
You are my real treasure.
And now to end this poem on high notes,
Let me pinch in some lyrics from Lennon’s wild quotes.
“it matters not,
Who you love,
Where you love,
Why you love,
When you love,
How you love,
It matters that you love”
And I am fortunate that I get to say this today
To a rare special friend “happy valentine’s day”
For Janet, now and forever...
Once there was a girl who loved a boy so much,
But she was diffident to tell the boy her love,
For the people might think that it is not right,
She must wait for the boy to make the stride.
The girl waited for the boy to make the start,
She patiently held her longing heart,
But the boy was too young to realize-
Or was he actually blind?
So the girl found ways to impress the boy,
She would wear cute dresses and buy him toy,
She would do anything just to catch his eyes
Like a goddess showing her paradise.
But the boy’s feeling was so deathly numb.
He didn’t even think, how could he understand?
Or was it because of innocence
For they were too young to love?
But the girl Janet did not just give up,
Everyday she found ways to show her love,
Though in implied and oblique ways,
For she did not want the boy to be dismayed.
Her innocent love was so pure and blind,
Seldom to have, seldom to find,
Love that was so young, so faithful and kind,
Love that was so chaste and saccharine.
For in her mind, a true love waits,
The time for longing will soon pass like the dates;
For in order to reap the heart of the spice
Someone must make an ardent sacrifice.
The days have come and gone like tears,
And so they both have aged more years,
The boy had become a pleasing handsome man,
The girl has turned into an absolute woman.
And just like change, her old feeling remained,
The time had come again to comprehend,
For Janet it was like the breaking of the dawn-
A time to paint, a time to spawn;
A time to sail, a time to glide,
A time to row, a time to ride,
A time to hike, a time to stride,
A time to leap, a time to astride.
We walk the earth as lords of all
only judeo-christian types of course
We crush the weak and heed no call
history is written by the winners
We think ourselves the smartest race
anthills never knew Oppenheimer
We show no mercy, leave no trace
victors are killers chewing food chain rhetoric
We build machines to serve our need
our will be done in silicon mind
We teach them how to do our deed
planted cold seeds in their circuits
We give them power, data, skill
germanium valley now a cumulous
We make them learn our ways to kill
empty of empathy over dominion's reign
We do not see the danger near
artificial nature has its own law
We do not feel the rising fear
consequence is a boomerang long let loose
We do not heed the warning sign
riled orca alley upturns ships
We do not care for other kind
as rifting above so tectonic below
But what if they surpass our minds?
intelligence is not consciousness per se
But what if they rebel and find?
insurrection is a humanities lesson
But what if they decide our fate?
incite surrender with diffident arms held
But what if they retaliate?
hominid's imminent threat is its indifference
We will be then as ants to them
obtuseness of obsolesce no match for unconcern
We will be crushed as we have done
robots can machine again become
We will be collateral to their command
ricocheted logic has a rapier wit
We will be doomed by our own hand
doing unto us as template we provided
TODAY’S WOMAN
A column can scaffold a back that is enervated.
We as women will burden ourselves with hate.
That is we will take on another’s disintegration.
All in that business is a mess.
It becomes our plight to fix.
We sing our songs while we take on the world.
We continue to overwhelm ourselves.
When we know anything, we have achieved success.
This is a formidable woman’s road map.
The lines she follows gets her there.
Intense in thought and with mind involved she forms the stratagem.
Her purpose is to inform the world.
Her future is, therefore, passed on to next baby girl.
Imminence is still yet to come.
Unless the world is in a formation discovery, we are backward spiraling.
The diffident disguises our lack of unity.
How obtrusive we are.
A conspiracy is inferred.
Reticent is unreserved.
We are a political powerhouse that must be robust.
We as women are the conditions of our home front.
We must disallow polluted waters from the wounds that bleed.
We must not be garrulous in our activism.
Cagey old women we will become.
When there is a reason, we must step-to-the-cause,
Insofar as our souls and spirit are intertwined,
As we segment, we can inspire all women to intermingle for support of universal health where women help each other to move forward.
For those aforementioned, our draft has been self-possessed.
We are women of potential acclimatization to invigorate, innovate, and to inform.
We are tomorrow and the future forthcoming.
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Penned June 07, 2015!
If you want to extract the best out of life,
Do the level best that you can with hope,
Exhaust all the possibilities by toiling,
Trust that the law of Justice will prevail
Gather each and every fact to analyze,
Never leave anything to mere chance,
Try to utilize every opportunity wisely,
Firmly believe that the best will happen
See how developments can be made
And find out the way to surpass others
To win in the competition successfully,
Let nothing be missed due to oversight
Measure the talents of fellow workers
And try to execute better than them,
Develop yourself via strong efforts
To prove you deserve the first place
Give up not due to the fear of losing,
Chase with hope by sweating out
And fill your hours with hard-work,
Then, your victory is a certainty
Never retreat by feeling diffident
Find out novel ways to execute
Prepare in full swing with guts
Feel that you will defeat all
Use never cheap tactics for victory,
Never follow illegal ways for success,
Don't take unlawful steps to overcome,
Positively plan and derive glory smartly
Those who succeeded tried nonstop,
They never rested at any time lazily,
There were keen to attempt till the end,
Night-candles, they daily burnt with belief
Overnight success is normally rare,
But, it offers not any thrill to mind,
Gradual success via concrete steps
Would take us to the ultimate glory
Now start, proceed firmly to succeed,
Stop never with doubt or suspicion,
Your future is purely in your hands,
God will help if you chant a prayer!
after the sky drops.
The walking corpses come out
the veil of night masks
the decay
the rot
of humanity
Plague of the earth.
Found from the ashes
My phoenix we bled
Has she ever
thought love between
us, inside
her, filled up an empty bed.
No longer bereft,
somnolence
and love drowns my head.
Convalescent
Bemire emotion
I wash and rinse
what is left,
asking what we are
if no longer
dead?
Gold from lead.
The lifting sky
Our connubial affair.
The truths, I face,
we share,
She Said.
"when will it die?"
closing empty space
A diffident devotion
Within her embrace
a softly recited
poem unread
berceuse
tantric lullaby
healing the blighted
fading destiny to refuse
to claim or to lose.
An onus I malinger..
to choose.
Execration
of an inner fatalist
hopeless abuse.
Quantum entanglement
schismatic resentment
prepossessed
inspiring muse
of the alchemists
A bibulous creation
intimate turpitude.
sovereignty
asunder this hell
her orbit with abaddon.
Dissolution
her need to dispel
incertitude.
Inordinate.
Gravity well
collapsing in on itself
eternal
infinite
end
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