Long Iyer Poems
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Finding a sanctuary, a place apart from time, is not so different
from finding a faith. ~ Pico Iyer
All alone, just by myself,
weary step after weary step
leaving this wily world behind,
Down by some sun-dappled trail
is a serene pathway my heart follows.
There, welcoming shadows beckon me
toward a somber seclusion,
where tranquility permeates the landscape
and silence, spreading its wings,
sets to soar into the domain of solitude…
where I seek quietude
where I find sanctuary.
Oh, why not the simpler things in nature
prevail over our lives once again?
Temple – not an abode of God
Idol – only a piece made by man
To see his reflection in ruse of worship
The Powerful can see power
The Rich can see riches
Poor see poverty
The more one donates, the more he gets
The more one pleads and cries, Grief is all he gets
Rich can sit in front of the Lord
Others will queue in
The rest will scramble for the leftovers
Rich need the temples
To keep the poor content with poverty
Ain’t we a poor country of rich people?
Or are we a rich country of poor people!
Questions lay unanswered, Treasures lie hidden
The Hungry stay naked in open.
Some fast for glory, many die of hunger
This is the order of the day, dear folks
The powerful are the Brahmins
The rich are the Vaishyas
The middle class are the Kshatriyas
To defend or aspire for power or riches
The rest are the Shudras
based on the Varna system in India and the new order
... Suresh M Iyer
We are the kings
in our well we call home
we fight with our siblings
live a twin life
for us and for others
Outside our homes
we see a bigger well
everyone calls it a town
a village or a city
or the entire world
Many are kings here
they fight with each other
all live a twin life
for us and for others
As we look up the sky
we see the biggest well
we call it as universe
the stars and the planets
meteors fight with each other
What goes beyond
No one knows
The supreme power
we call as God
we pray to the Almighty
for us and for others
Written (rather scribbled)
by Suresh Iyer in his well
As I walk down the road on a rainy day,
The skies weep, and the roads shine dull gray.
I weave through the traffic to find my way,
And spot an earthworm braving the fray.
Its fragile form, crushed by a tyre’s tread,
Yet it writhes and fights, refusing to be dead.
I feel a pang, but I cannot be its savior—
Who am I to save when I, too, waver?
The earthworm's battle seems my own
Struggling to rise from a world unknown
Am I not an earthworm, lost on this earth,
Struggling to prove my worth since birth?
I think I’m a savior to those I hold dear,
But my battles leave me weary, unclear.
Aren’t we all earthworms in this endless strife,
Searching for peace through the chaos of life?
Yet we fight to win, to survive, to reign,
Then feel helpless, bound by invisible chains.
The earth bears witness to our fragile endeavor,
And whispers softly, "I, too, am an earthworm forever."
This planet, floating in the universe’s expanse,
Is but another wanderer, given a chance.
Written by Suresh Iyer
Sitting in the balcony, I sit blank and stare
Two crows in the tree, some flying in the air
They hop and play without care or worry
I watch them with fancy, don’t know why I feel sorry
They have all the time, and no boss to please
No responsibilities, no bills, no school fees
No one to shout, and no one to blame
Each day for them, it is just the same
They need not be formal, nor wear shoes
They can go just like that, wherever they choose
No train to chase, no mobiles to see, they have no clock
They roam around the wires, caw and mock
Mornings I rush, I don’t want to be late
I see them around — they don’t carry any weight
Of pending work to be done, or loans to be paid
Or my family’s tantrums that never fade
My wife wants more, my child won't hear
I maintain my calm, but deep inside I fear
I look at the crows — they are happy though small
They fly freely in the sky, I worry within the walls
They are black, and not noticed by all
Yet they appear happy and strong, and never fall
They may look dirty, we shoo them away
Carefree are they — they fly without bounds anyway
Maybe tomorrow, one of them won’t come
Everyone looks the same, some other will come
I want that peace — with no burden or name
Just me and the sky, detached from this elusive fame
Sitting in the balcony, I watch blank and stare
The two crows in the tree hop merrily in the air
No worries, no attachments — their lives may not be grand
Yet they are so free… and here I am, an ordinary man
By Suresh Iyer
Long ago came a ten headed monster we’ve heard
But never seen
He came from across the border and hit us hard
Took away our peace
Called Raavan – to destroy our World
Lo we had a savior then, none other than Lord
To keep us at ease
HE isolated Himself in the forests to take on the hazard
And put us at ease
Now comes a tiny monster well known and heard
But still can’t be seen
He came from across the border and hit us gently
Gave us illness
We look for our savior, where is the Lord?
To fight the disease
Many say HE is inside temple, mosque or churchyard
But not to be seen,
He is locked down by Man and Man is on guard
The world is on lease
Who is this monster – is it created by Man!
Put on your masks, as we can’t see
Who is our savior – where is the Lord?
To kill this disease
Called Covid 19 – ruining our World created by Lord
Isolate yourself
Wait for your turn to bring on the urn!
-Suresh Iyer
Tried to relate this Coronavirus Pandemic attack to Hindu Mythology - The Ramayan in which the Lord isolated himself and took upon the ten headed monster but here the Monster is so small and there is no Savior in sight. The temples, churches and mosques have shut down.
Who created us
We do not know
We created the God
We created it's forms
We created the religion
We created the traditions
We named the sun
We named the moon
We named the universe
We created the languages
We created the boundaries
We created the resources
We created the defences
To protect our resources
We protected our God
We fought for its forms
We fought for our religion
We preserved our tradition
We preserved our languages
We fought for our boundaries
We created new arms
To destroy other's God
To destroy other's forms
To destroy other's religion
To destroy other's tradition
We created we preserved
We are out to destroy
Who created us
Do we know
Regards
Suresh Iyer
The beggar in my street
The subject of my hate
An eyesore I felt he was
The old man with his plate
Sunshine or rains, chill or heat
Never had I pity for his fate
Yet he had that toothy grin
The old man with his plate
Mosquitoes crowned his head
Flies and insects were his mates
He shared his food with the dogs
The old man with his plate
He blessed one and all
Many pitied his state
Wrinkles ran all over his face
The old man with his plate
The crowd gathered one day
Around the subject of my hate
The old man was no more
Remained only the empty plate
He was a beggar indeed
But never stole other's plate
Felt I missed him
Put a coin in his empty plate
Life moves like a river
Stops and starts at every gate
Life moves on, so did
The old man with his plate
... Suresh M Iyer
YOGA
For me I am the World as I see
For each one, the World is his as they see
See the World as it is
Do not create your own World
We live in the same World
Each one his creation
The creator within each
Yet we create our different Worlds
And spill blood or fret over nothing
Shed your ignorance and look within
You are the Yogi
No different are you from the Universe
They are one and the same
Observe your still mind and breathe
We all do the same, never realize
Watch your body, make each part Act
As they should and can
In harmony with self, mind and nature
Call it Pranayam or Meditation or Asana
That is Yoga for you, me and All
To bring wellbeing, peace and happiness
To one and All
Suresh M Iyer.
Dombivli
In our universe so vast, life and death is an interpretation.
In our life, we hold dear sadness, and joy is an imagination.
Our life is full of colors, or so we assume,
But there are no colours — just the product of our brains.
Reality is beyond what we imagine.
What we see around is just an illusion.
Nothing is ours, but we paint some as immigrants.
Ego clouds our minds; we live in artificial possessions.
We feel the loss of lives when a plane crashes,
But ignore the plight of children who die every day of hunger.
We drink for pleasure; the poor drink out of misery,
The ones who die are sad, while the ones who survive are sad to live the next day.
And yet we keep moving in our blind beliefs,
We keep chasing dreams, trying to keep away from grief.
The day we see reality, we ask, “Why only me?”
We live in a small world, and fail to see the larger picture.
By
Suresh Iyer
While we live inside our small bubbles, we ignore looking beyond to see the larger picture, for it would shatter our ego and cause us pain.