Long Koi Poems
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I am going to draw koi fish on my nails.
Tiny little things, swimming free in a sea of blue
they can’t see the end of.
But I can.
Everything has an end.
You must remember - live life with your eyes set below that dark horizon.
Everything has an end.
Everyone has an end - a means they’re gunning towards.
Do not set theirs as yours.
I am going to draw koi fish on my nails
(rewarding in its effort and focus)
and for a moment,
I just bask in the sun shining in from the window,
broken up though it is by my blinds.
Sitting here, doing jackall, is rebellion.
I am the light of the sun.
I am my love for my friends.
I am my interests
(and you know the best part?
I have many yet to discover, many yet to be at).
I am all that I give and all that I wish and all I surround myself with.
I am the koi fish I draw on my nails.
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Sparkling sunlight filters through
the willow tree’s slender branches,
speckling the water’s surface~
a montage of green coins.
Koi swim gracefully just below the surface,
choreographed by gentle noontime breezes~
their forms seem like an artist’s colorful brushstrokes,
orange bleeding into white,
black dissolving into gold.
A koi near the surface,
its gills flaring slow,
mouth open in a silent O
as if it’s savoring the sky.
The water remembers every movement,
every turn, every glide, every moment
leaving a lasting trace~
yet gives nothing back
but the quiet hum of holding.
Above, a dragonfly lights,
its wings thinner than regret,
casting no shadow,
only the briefest interruption of light.
And for a moment,
the pond is not just water,
not just fish,
but the world’s slow exhale~
something between prayer
and perfectly still hunger.
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Quote:"Lurking in stone’s shadow, quietly flows a fleeting saga of heroism.
And I, too, swim like that koi—through stillness, I traverse time in contemplation. " --- Zen thought
In the jade-mirrored stillness, scales ripple like silent sutras,
Broidered ghosts of light drifting beneath stone and shadow.
Each breath of water carries a hush—a teaching unspoken,
Inviting the mind to rest in the ebb of being and non-being.
A single red mark, bright as a lantern in deep quiet,
Breaks the surface of calm—a spark of courage in stillness.
Here, the koi becomes memoir of perseverance—the ancient river’s echo of transformation,
Softly urging, "Continue beyond the current, and become."
Beneath moss-fingered rocks, time flows in slow meditation,
Every ripple a lesson, every current a silent koan.
The fish, with graceful intent, glides through root and reflection,
An embodiment of Zen’s paradox: movement within stillness.
And so I am koi in the mirrored pond—seeking and serene—
My heart a tracing of curves on water’s face,
Finding in each quiet stroke the eternal in the ephemeral,
Swimming not to arrive, but simply to become luminous.
I thought I had seen koi fish before, but nothing like this
Owned by an eccentric widow whose koi fulfilled her wish
their brilliant oranges were a lovely contrast to green lily pads
I could not tell if I was looking at baby fish, mamas or dads
The koi were all beautiful, they made a fine contrast to the water
You are a lucky woman, I said to our town’s favorite daughter
She is generous with her money, her resources and her time.
We know she can be counted on for much more than a dime.
They are my babies, she said, delighted at my appreciation.
They were gorgeous, their colors as brilliant as any in our nation.
The koi knew I was watching and did tricks to show off a bit.
I will never forget my visit to the koi pond of Mrs. DeWitt
Shayari bunne waali zubaan,
Ab formulas ratte hain.
Kaagazon mein apna dil behlaane waale haath,
Ab projects likhte hain.
Jo dill azzad udd, kitaabe likhte the,
Aaj wahi kitaabon ke bojh tale dabe hain.
Jo aankhein sapne dekhna ko bane the,
Ab raat raat undekhe sapnon ke liye jaagte hain.
Jo pair duniyaa dekhne ko taraste the,
Ab classes se tuitions tak ke chakkar kaantein hain.
Fankaar toh kayi aaye aur chale gaye
Kayi sayariyaan suni unsuni reh gayi
Kayi kahaaniyan kahi unkahi reh gayu
Kayi gaane apni awaaj tak naa dhoond paaye.
Kuch samaajh ke bojh tale dab gaye
Kuch kitaabon ke bojh tale.
Par bhala kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare,
Akhir...
"Sharma ji ke bete ko 98% aaye hain"
Bas yuhi sapne dab gaye
Yuhi zindagiyaan katt gayi.
Kayi baatein unkahi reh gayi
Kayi sapne undekhe reh gaye.
Sarkaari naukari ka zamana hain sahab,
Yaha dil ki baatein nahi, dil ka ilaaj hota hain.
Amirron ka zamana hain, meri jaan,
Yaha sapnon ke peeche nahi bhaagte,
sapne khareede jaate hain.
Bhalaa kyun kisse koi farak pare
Fankaaron ki kadra kyun kare