Long Imprudence Poems
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The astute and the dumb are
found on this road we traverse;
the one with goals to set, the other
with no character, interest or talent...
can both coexsist and not clash?
Which one of these two individuals
can survive a biological warfare
without discipline and knowledge?
Most certainly, the one has studied
the activities of the superior minds
that somehow seem invincible to
whatever they encounter on the
battlefield or in the menacing air.
This is not a war between two
mythical gods, Jupiter and Saturn;
who took the side of the courageous
Titans? Today, nobody is immune to
such an Apocalypse event, it may partly
or entirely destroy our unique planet
on any erratic, or maddened moment.
Let the mindful guide the careless
and diverge them from their dramatic fate.
If History is a testament of lies and truth,
can it be meditated by some who are
about to repeat the mistakes of the fools?
The astute will prevail in any given
circumstance, the dumb will be subdued
for his ignorance and imprudence.
The spent year sinks in the captivating cauldron of history,
traces a fading furrow on traversed time by the setting sun,
etched on the realm of remote remembrance weary,
the new year comes blooming buds of promise one by one.
Janus opens routinely for me the door to the new beginning,
after my time crosses the corridor of the worn-out year,
I’ll weave unseen dreams in the tapestry of future ensuing,
unsung songs I’ll sing for the seasons as they will appear.
Along the path God paves for me I’ll begin the new journey
with cornucopia of resolute resolutions to make me wise,
reach amused the edge of the time plateau I don’t see,
yearning to greet 2026 with a joyous sunrise in my skies.
Maybe I’ll make naive the old mistakes many more time,
but resolve to commit them the way they won’t repeat.
I’ll swathe life with some fun, make jokes of me in rhyme,
and laugh my heart out as seemingly senseless stupid feat.
I’ll express profuse gratitude to those close to me I’ll see,
even if they don’t take me as I am with imprudence inbred.
For my muse my pen will be re-filled with ink in glee,
I’ll keep on writing poems that may not disappear unread.
I cringe to see your delicious tears trickle thus
And your emotions foul as our ties get worse,
I wish we both lived in some idyllic utopian land
Where things obeyed the whip of some magic wand.
There, I would not hold a grudge against my only love;
For there the egotism and imprudence that shove
Our affections to make room for hate do not tread,
And the strings of binding care flourish in their stead.
Which place would keep in friendship two souls so fond?
The frosty chill of the earth would not save such a bond
For it’s fraught with hesitation and such suspicious doubt
That uproots the fledgling shoots of love before they sprout.
Which imaginary land would host our love’s endangered day
And defend it against its impending fast-approaching decay?
I’m convinced that there’s not a place among the planets nine
That can ever tame wild restless hearts such as yours and mine.
Even the longest dream
has the folly and endurance
to win destiny's adversities,
and who's against it
with an expression of doubt,
but tries to change it fast
with imprudence...
by showing malevolence and shame!
Even the longest dream encourages
the impatient and passionate hearts
to reveal those hidden emotions
and immoderate passions to others!
Even the longest dream
won't wake us up from our deep sleep;
and it isn't likely to set any extreme:
unless we fret and weep!
Even the longest dream
can't give us
neither hint or mystery,but it hastily
dissolves itself in dazzling sunlight;
how can it be
possible to dream,
if even the longest dream
flows like the swift waters of a stream?
Where will one find the real dreams
of one's heart?
Music makes one dance,
and the dancer expresses
the mood of its sound;
poetry makes one recite
verses that are lively or dark...
it's the state of the moment,
that voice trapped inside
longing to break free.
I lift the burden of heaviness
by letting out my breath
and give life to words
whether they sound soft or harsh,
impactful, shallow or profound...
I master the language that
only the poet understands.
Do I expect awards, handshakes
or lauds? None of these I meditate
to win the crown and scepter of the gods,
and undeserving of such glory or merit...
I let modesty outrun imprudence.
Whatever critics think of my work
as being excellent, or mediocre,
I pursue enlightenment in knowledge...
words and ideals that make wisdom grow.
My pen is more powerful when it does
something amazing and reveals
the purpose of its intent by mastering
the language that only the poet understands.
Written on 1/23/2017
After ten years a night like this,
when I will be in my late thirty's;
with a healed heart and maintained smile,
I will be laughing at my youth's flaws undefined.
I will be laughing for rushing after those 'emotionally absents',
I will be laughing for wasting months and years over my imprudence.
I will be laughing for dedicating them saucy love poems.
Maybe I will be reading them aloud but I will not be feeling the same.
Those breathless nights will be gone.
I no longer be keen to do constant adorn.
Those traitors shall be anxious to get back me,
but I shall not feel the same pace of glee.
I shall be celebrating my birthday without mourn.
Because till then I shall admit this that 'Winners Stands Alone.'
Your front view, might be stunning;
Your back stunt as well be cunning
Whenever you walk on busy street-
Hearts' eyes blink to skip a beat...
But beyond that are much more
Than what eyes alone could explore...
Like minds would view with intent clues,
Unto caution to be far away timing cruise
When not driven by the appropriate attitude,
Engrossed by SORRY but not also gratitude
Cum little concern to a bit of help as surety,
When beaten to crazy bets off maturity...
Then comes a beautiful mindset,
That's more attractive than regret,
When beauty alone couldn't bail out worries...
Indiscipline sets in from how caution horries
Away from frown that warns,
Cos it's painful more like thorns;
Frustrating logical fights' set back-
Reasoning far above lustful attack.
It is tough but shameful,
We have come to a time
Where decency is a crime,
Yet imprudence is beautiful.
A time:
Where character ain't cherished,
Let alone of value like treasure
To be treated with delight and pleasure,
But rather be left behind till it perished.
A time:
Where loyalty in friendship,
Don't count as much as benefits...
But cherished more of what look befits-
Each face of the day despite the hardship.
Your inner beauty,
Is your ideal choice-
Of how, what, when to voice...
With care, value, trust cum duty.
Often, lust normally don't seek beyond look...
Accompanied by nice gestures,
Until deceived mind concurs,
Then needs arise what beauty can't hook.
A frozen chunk..
his numb heart thumping against
the malady of raging menace
ears pressed on a twisted loop
his wailing scars defy imprudence.
Gasping as his skin festers
with decaying yellow leaves
awaiting his impending doom
on snow covered in blood red weapons
his drooping eyes imagine his existence
bidding farewell to the soldier
echoing memories of his beloved
rustling leaves wipe in Autumn's whirlwind
smiling faces beginning to dissolve...
Oh but what about angels?
Wouldn't they caress his last wishes..
How he listens to wretched silence
in desolate sounds of trampled twigs..
Envisioning fallacies of resurrection
warm his frozen courage
he succumbs to an eternal slumber..
~~~~~
Swaying in a hammock of ecstasy
he wakes up at twilight
away from the frozen battlefield.
The sultry aroma of electric waves
twirling to seduce him in azure blaze,
his beloved's fingers entwined
to trace sandcastles on his palms,
an albatross afar orchestrating
vibrating shades of dusk in rhythms,
dancing flames of haloed stars
on a galactic opera in breeze..
His carousel of Cashmere threads is a dream
that pulls him away from dark shadows.
He walks freely on a tranquil plane
immersed in oceans of his symphony,
his love gazes in awe of his courage..
Let his soul rest on his soft dreams
wavering like stars from heavenly willow,
slipping in pirouettes to streams of oblivion
he breathes in the silence of his anodyne...
I thought the silence sat heavy,
but only I was carrying the load,
and so only I felt the crushing weight,
of my silence.
I've found that I'm incredible at
running from my problems,
while inciting them to chase me.
But you did a real good job,
of causing them.
Just as you weigh my value,
to another of my blood,
I raise questions of your own,
against so many others,
who ought to be in my life,
in your place. Oh,
how could I ever make you understand?
When my tongue dries up,
moment your hands tighten on the steering wheel.
I'm not one to make my mind known,
and the cloth and wire I wrapped round my neck,
knows that twice as well.
my grief is not aesthetic,
my sleep is not coming,
my fever dream is your absence,
my hope is your damnation,
my pleasure is your absence.
your grief is my imprudence,
your sleep is your nature,
your fever dream is my humiliation,
your hope is my successes,
your pleasure is your mind becoming my own.
The Master taught the ancients,
the brilliant art of making fire;
Losing the art in imprudence,
they also forgot the Master.
Beliefs, doctrines, rites, rituals,
Have, no doubt, elements holy;
Deeper than these peripherals,
- Is true Spirituality…
Signs, symbols, worships, and scriptures,
Have been indicators of - Truth;
Indicators are path-pavers,
Can path-pavers be: 'The Path?'
Lotus, swan, Vedas, garlands, and
Holy beads are simple symbols;
'Brahma' dwells in the farthest of far land,
Within inmost heart's citadels.
Every flower, every plant, tree,
Each bird, any animal be;
Every insect, every fly, bee,
Are all spirituality.
Spirit has no forms, shapes, structures,
And tangible anatomy;
It's in and around all creatures,
In symphony-like harmony.
It's that lets me alter, detach,
That tells me respect, tolerate;
Tells always blessings to dispatch,
And with God to cooperate...
It prompts me to face and accept,
To truly my duties perform;
To love, let go, wholly respect,
To always discern and transform...
May 18, 2021
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