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series of scattered suffused sufferings
sprouting from
shocks -stress - strain
appearing off and on in agitated brain
sometimes igniting anger
sometimes to lament or repent
leading to diffused despondency~
reflexing complexity of perplexed mind
while all disarranged disorganised
rather jumbled up creating junk-
how to assemble-
totally bewildered confused
on juxtaposition in jugglery
when meaningless thoughts
in hazard haphazard manner
get crumpled entangled
coiled turning surreal
fumbling voice of unimplemented wishes-
pointless feelings suffocating ~
unfulfilled ambitions grumbling in vain
coming in dreams in streams
drifting on garage clearance
through nasty nightmare-
may be freudian expression
of subconscious mind
encompassed by smothered sensual feelings~
failure - success - love - betrayal - happiness - miseries
are jumbled swinging in juxtaposition~
The Clock
David J Walker
Remember when
The seed was planted
And you thought then
It must have been
A clock
And it was
Remember seeing the
Rays of the sun
Defying the clouds
And whisps of wind and
The dirty grit of the ground
Conspire
to capture the
Diffused fire
of the sun
And turn it all into
Life
Remember the stims
And leaves appearing
As if a magic trick you
Admired and long to learn the
Inspired incantations of a living thing
Growing higher
Stronger with
reproductive powers
Remember how it bore fruit
And then
Gave it up with neither
Struggle nor recompense
And then…you may remember
It was fall again
And all the crops
Were in
As the ground around the stims
Grew cold
And then...it was
Winter again
The farm and the farmer
grew old together
When every plant is plowed
Asunder
And frost and snow
make graves
of fallow furrows
and remember
the promise of spring
when all things green
appear again
in the same ground
in the same rows
with a new farmer
reciting the ancient prose
learning his
stock and trade of seasons
The first light I saw,
flashed in the first month of the year,
the epitome of rotational time transition,
and the harbinger of hopeful new beginning,
symbolized by the novelty of Jenus.
Born with the cardinal zodiac sign of intractable psyche,
an archetype of carnation flowering and perseverance,
prepared always to take discerned control of destiny.
Ruled by the planet Saturn, the strength of garnet trait lies
in the innate sense of my duty and responsibility,
making me a capable achiever, ambitious and determined,
oriented toward contemplation with intrinsic awareness,
regarded as down to earth, practical and pragmatic,
not faltering to face with fortitude the days of winter.
The sliding time crosses the fringe of the worn-out year,
nascent dreams are woven in the tapestry of the future.
The unsung songs are sung in sequence of the spinning seasons.
As along the destined path begins the new journey
to reach happily the destination at the edge of the time plateau,
I yearn to see another new sun rise with promise in frosty horizon.
After the auburn autumn departs with the rustling leaves of fall,
the tawny terrain becomes the serene canvas of white brilliance,
designed by the descending divine artwork of snowflakes,
blanketing the bare landscape with snowy shroud of stillness.
The sky stained with the shifting shades of ash grey,
cast the diffused light on the frozen landscape.
The defoliated trees of the tranquil thicket stand as sentinels,
the ephemeral metaphoric embodiment of silenced life.
The chromatic splendor of the setting cold sun
shapes with the spectrum of the twilight tinge
the spilling palette in the pallid landscape,
turning into a sheath of sparkling diamond,
suffused with the shimmer of silver sequins,
dancing with the ballerina of swirling snowflakes
in the congealed concerto of silence.
“The fervent garden grieves as the fallen flowers called love
enwrap the shards of broken heart” – Quote by poet
A sleek crack in remoteness is split open
in the rocky ledge of your garden
by a sapling growing in splendor,
free from the confining burden.
A lone bud blooms uncared,
blushes with the pristine patina of spring
within my heart like a luring flower,
called love mesmerizing.
In your embrace my senses delicately turn
into the rhythm of heart enchanted within,
set the lingering longing so long latent
to sail in the stream of my desire keen.
In the passion sea of my yearning the rapture waves
shine like swirling pearls of your smile illumined.
With the mesmeric moonbeam lattice of your charm,
its sparkle splashes on my essence entwined.
In the scintillating stream of zooming zephyr,
as you drift away unconcerned past me,
and blow a devastating storm of apathy,
my fervor is fragmented in the debris of ecstasy.
Suffused with the diffused drizzle
of my fading love in the tarnished twilight,
you disappear out of my sight
beyond the gloomy garden once a den of delight.
Your flouting footsteps trample
my emotive flower as you depart,
its crumbled petals make a wreath
for the strewn pieces of my broken heart.
Someone touches its pink and red feather
The bird is still in a buoyant sleep
Ashen darkness floats in the air
In the predawn air the bird breathes deep
Is the sun a little bigger today
Is the orange more eloquent
The sunlight fondles the wings in the nest of hay
The wind blowing is silky and fragrant
Light spreads like your jasmine smile
The bird along with its handsome partner
Flies and flies many a mile
In the daily pursuit of food and water
The New year sun sits on the pool
Saying me goodbye at my window
Diffused sunlight looks cool
In the wind roams whispering snow
With you a good lyrics that I may write
Let me do it right away
From the birds’ wings the departing sunlight
Will soon go away
January 1, 2018
New Year Poetry Contest
Sponsored by : Janice Canerdy
“The quality of our life will improve if we spend sometime pondering over life’s questions. In every thoughtful pause, brighter gleams of wisdom will flash”~ By Poet
As I sat alone on the river bank,
I saw the blue sky dotted with white clouds.
The sun was in its last lap of race.
The slanting beams gleamed in crystal glow.
This sight invited my mind to wander.
I began pondering over the evening of my life~
The paths I walked, the roads I trod
The victories and defeats of life.
They invaded my mind like an insurgent army.
The gleaming flashes of the sinking sun,
Drew a montage of diffused memories.
Discordant thoughts came rushing in.
I chanced to think of Time and the River
The twin forces making a unique pair;
Unable to get back from whence they came.
They rush forward ever and anon.
Isn’t our life too like a flowing river
Speeding to some unknown destination?
I thought, life here is only a hiatus.
What’s the purpose of our life?
What should be our priorities?
Seated in the lap of solitude,
My mind began to ponder in silence.
The muffled murmur of the river in flow,
Didn’t disturb my stream of thought.
I was on a piggyback ride on stoic thoughts.
I sat in silence sage like, pondering deep,
On the meaning and purpose of life.
Everything around fell silent and still
And shadows started to form around.
Didn’t sense the passage of time,
Until a dark shroud wrapped me all too sudden.
Down into the valley of socialization
Societal vices thrives without limitation
In my city, moral has worn the clothes of
civilization
It's value have nosedived into the pit of
humiliation
There both male and female feast just like
the beast
Meanwhile you cant resist the cyst
Cause it has covered both You and I
Today, shame has no hidden place in our
heart
Our conscience is driven away like a sport
car
The fume from the exhaust we applaud
But you know carbon mono-oxide is lethal
Yet we claim its civilization
Wont this kill You and I
Nakedness is an act of being naked
A product of shamelessness
The society is helpless because our mothers
are less concerned
'Flaunt it. You've got what it takes'
Thus: she praised as she catwalk down the
stricken street
At adolescent she conceived and bore a child
of no father
Will this not affect You and I
Truth...why are you pleading for it
It has been long buried beneath the six feet
As you can see, corruption triumph more in
our societies
From kids to parents,leaders to followers,
home to abroad
It has diffused through the earth just like fart
But no one cares; all we care about is NOW
Change the only factor that has remained
constant
Will you not change before the story is told to
You and I
Killings, suicide bombings, cheat, treason,
occult, lynching,
Kidnapping, indulgence, Nuisance, violence,
hypocrisy et al
Are all bored of corruption
End time is not close; Jesus Christ is not
coming today
But one day, you will wake up and find
yourself in hell or heaven
If we don't choose to make the world a better
place today
Wont this affect You and I?
I've been sitting on the sand for hours
with the moon and stars as my only friends.
But when dawn raises her sleepy head,
they will all abandon me on the shore
and with morose thoughts,
I will be alone once more.
I hear echoes of crashing of waves
seeming to call my name saying, 'Come on in.'
Tonight, the sky is pitch, a black canvas
matching the gloom I feel inside.
A fitting background for dying stars...
each one that falls make me sigh with grief.
I've shed enough tears to drown myself
in a pool of my own making... heartbreaking.
"Come on in," the waves beckon again.
Warmth of the sea's foam touches my toes,
luring me to go for a swim.
'No' cries my heart, its pulse rapidly beating
until I turn away from the sea.
I retreated, this time obeying my heart.
Not yet was it time for a swim.
The moon's glow turns pale
while I sit in shadows of a dune.
A chill in the breeze is washing over me.
'Come on in," the sea whispers again.
"I will be your friend to the very end."
The breakers are crashing more loudly
and I know the water will keep me warm...
but would I be kept safe from harm?
I'm not sure this is where I want to be.
Though bittersweet it would seem to me,
the release of sorrow and heartache.
And grief seems to be my only friend.
More alluring now, the waves welcome me
and I am swimming in grief.
Enveloped in its warmth, I gaze at the moon.
Its light diffused by gray pillowing clouds.
Wondering if I'll wake in the light of dawn,
I wipe away my tears and close my eyes.
At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moments,
shaping the diffused perspective of introspection,
the blazing sun raises the dawn of revelation.
The rays of hope radiating from the spectral horizon
try to illumine the dark recess of the ignorant mind.
The supreme essence in the inner fold of the soul
morphs into the concealed candle of consciousness
that burns with the radiance of the eternal ethos,
suffusing the shadow of strife with the glint of bliss.
Beneath the sensual surface of mortal perception,
the mind transitorily shapes the innate images
on the fleeting screen of spreading awareness,
shifting beyond the limits in search of new sensitivity
within the quintessence of unique existence,
the construct of sublime elements of divinity.
The spiritual journey is a trying translocation
from vice to virtue to the high stratum of mental motif,
achieved by the introspective dissolution of the limits
of the rigid thoughts through transcendence.
As the separation of outside-in and inside-out dissolves,
the intrinsic virtue permeates the non-dual awareness,
letting the immanent emotions bloom
the lotus of atman in the acuity sanctum of the monk.
The soul then shines with the celestial radiance,
emitting the flaring brilliance of the thousand suns
in the deep space of stimulated sensitivity
where in the self-searching odyssey
the inner galaxy at the cosmic edge of the eternity
turns the glowing heart into a living light.
An engineer's uniform
sparked a child's imagination,
and, one strange and early morn,
he was in a railway station.
An old man lost in reverie,
couldn't begin to understand.
His cloudy eyes could barely see
a young lad's outstretched hand.
There, beneath a station clock,
by knobby cane, supported,
all choked up, he couldn't talk -
how was he here transported?
His railway watch, long unused,
hung from a chain of gold.
Thro' stained-glass windows' light diffused,
he saw a palm outstretched to hold.
Then, like a railroad car on a mobius strip,
a child woke up from a mystic dream,
as an old man dropped in the child's grip,
a watch, and vanished, dead, like steam.