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Aloof brother concedes duty evaded...
Foremost gratitude heavenly indebted,
jumbling kindling, linkedin mourning
numbness overlaid, pervaded, quashed,
routed thoroughly undermined vibrant
warbling, when xing yesterday's youth
zigzagging, accompanying blitzkrieg
cleaving deafeningly exploding,
formative grim homelife, indelibly
jabbing kid, (little me) nonstop,
overwhelming progeny, quintessentially
robbing, stunting, tormenting
unrelentingly vitality wrenching,
why xyst, zapping assiduousness,
begetting, crushing, destroying essential
fortitude, generating grievousness,
hellacious intractable joylessness,
kneading loneliness, murdering nascent
opportunistic potential, quiet, reserved,
timid, untested voiceless x years,
zilch accomplishments, boyhood
cheated, dieted, extremely famished,
gifted hirsute heir, ill, jettisoned
kippered lunkhead mealy mouthed,
nerdy, outlier psychologically quartered,
repressed self, tamped universal vitality,
withheld Xmas yearnings, zapped
animalistic basic cravings, denied
endeavoring fulfillment, gouged hole
inside, jawboned, kept lid mentally,
nixed opportunities, pronouncedly
quarantined, rabidly snatched tasting
ultimate vibrant x2c, yanked zipline,
aborting bequeathed capacity depriving
eats, forever ghosting hated individual,
jackknifing, kickstarting livingsocial
mortgaged, never ordained physical
quests, ruined self, thoughtfulness
vanquished, worthiness Xrayed,
yabadabadoo zone agitated
beyond crafting development,
executed firstrate glorious human,
impounded jailed kindred love
manifested nebbish, obliged pleasing
quirky ridiculous travesty, unleashed
vapid wretchedness, xyz, attempted
bizarre concoction, decoding
essentially fruitless, go head issue
joker kick.
In a lucid dream, which seemed so real,
atop a hill I saw monks, in deep trance
and although their eyes were closed, I could feel,
dance of living light, in their bodies prance.
Wonderment being my heart’s undertone,
silent bliss thunder pervaded my form,
etched deep within my core, so mine to own,
thus in timeless time, I became the storm.
I woke up from sleep, looking for a sign
and sure enough I felt my spine aflame,
in as a humming pulse of love divine,
which has since remained, as my claim to fame.
Now ambling along, I sing a love song ~
Blissful, joyous heart, taking all along
The copyright is ’58;
I’ve owned it ever since.
Its stories, 28 in all,
My childhood do evince.
I likely read it to myself;
My memory has faded
But all the wonder of those tales
My reading life pervaded.
Unlike the whitewashed versions
Of most fairy tales today,
The stories feature cruelty
And malice on display.
Yet recently I found this book
And dusted off its spine
To share each afternoon with
Much-missed grandchildren of mine.
They listen quite intently;
FaceTime lets them see the art
And we bridge the distance which unjustly
Keeps us miles apart.
Full circle now, my book of tales
Still holds its magic power,
Enchanting those who listen during
Nana’s story hour.
They said they had found a path to light,
They claimed to have seen the way to Zion.
They revelled in the pleasure of their discovery,
They were granted the joy of their findings.
They insisted they needed no guiding hand,
They believed they required no leading light.
They argued that the mind that knows can lead the eyes that see,
They proclaimed their will to be the blooming meadow of their tomorrow.
But no sooner had they begun their journey than their eyes were opened to their woven differences.
As soon as they started their walk, the darkness within them emerged.
They struggled with one another,
The vitriol within spilled out,
And the dominance of the majority became their primal goal,
Causing them to lose sight of Zion.
Gradually, it became messier than they realized.
They wallowed in the mire of their deeds,
The gloom of their actions pervaded their path,
They fought among themselves, devastating their productive space,
It was a situation of ruined glory.
They were wearied by the burdens resting on their shoulders,
They were fatigued by their incessant troubles,
They were tired of their trail of darkness.
They cried out to the Divine, wondering if He heard them,
Yet nothing seemed to change,
And the absurd still ruled the day.
Oh Divine, come to our rescue,
Lead the atrocious dog to the forest of no return,
Send the sharks to the abyss of stygian nights.
Let the sand reject the footprints of the malevolent,
And let the sky frown upon the nefarious.
His words were mixed with tears
As he knelt on the mountain, bearing the pain of his feeble knees.
The memories seem to gradually slip away,
His footprints seem to slowly erase,
My journey through life's maze,
It seems to have clouded my memories of him.
Indeed time could rewrite one’s story,
Indeed time could blotch one’s portrait,
Bringing in its constraint,
Wiping off treasured memories.
My night has pervaded my chamber,
My struggles have enclosed me,
I'm beaten vehemently by life's crashing sea,
Eroding his memories like a weathered rock.
I carry only a vague picture of him,
Oh! Elements of nature buoy me across this tempestuous sea,
His footprints are still at the shore,
I saw them through the night's window.
Oh! Father, you eased slowly into the night,
I'm left alone in this fight,
Anticipating heaven's light,
This day I call your words to remembrance.
This is an ancient land lapped by two seas in the south,
flanked by lofty mountain, the highest on earth.
Many mighty rivers flow across this fertile land,
brisk monsoon rains bathe the country of my birth.
An eon old civilization thrived in west flank,
pervaded the native races of the land.
They assimilated flux of foreign incursions,
made unity in diversity so grand.
Imbued with Vedic culture and karmic way of life,
takes due pride in the invention of zero.
In the midst of medley of customs, tongues and beliefs,
modern times have surely come at a pace slow.
Time will come for the nation to take its rightful place
in the world stage, regaining its lost aura.
Superb sun of eminence will shine on the blessed land,
light the future of my country, India.
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(The form used for the poem is Doha which is a
Hindi poetic form of self-contained couplet in which
each 24 syllable line is split into two unequal
parts of 13 and 11 syllables)
May 31, 2023
Contest : If Your Birthplace - Country Was A Poem
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon
’Tween hither and thither while wending our way,
skipping, dancing through sand dunes in seascape croquet
and woven in waves watching dolphins at play,
I first tasted her lips in the ocean’s wild spray.
Mystic moonbeams, suffusing clouds’ shimmering sails,
then unleashed us and whisked us down sensuous trails,
soon evoking the trills of untamed nightingales
as our passions pervaded green valleys and dales.
Being specters of splendor in wanton sashay
we mastered our meaning in love’s matinee –
sultry breezes, in passing, slowed down to survey
blazing bodies embracing youth’s blooming bouquet.
With the wind as our wings, chasing rainbows we flew,
two gypsies on junkets through dusk’s residue
sometimes following pollen to everywhere new
beneath the empyrean, painted pale blue.
Rising higher and higher, the sun lured our sleigh,
teasing time was our temptress, night ’n day after day
as we gamboled and gambled, two waifs led astray,
with our shackles afire, our anchors aweigh.
Yes, we’ve drifted, like dreamers where sprites rendezvous
having stars in our eyes with all time as our view,
and feasted on laughter and sipped morning dew
while rambling forever as one made of two.
Very many years ago,
In the land of rich men called NO,
Bobo, a poor man, had nowhere to go,
"Give me a little space to stay", he pleaded, but lo,
"Your place is out of the city," they shooed him and so,
Outside he stayed in sun, rain and snow,
Rainbows glowed, stars shone, sun rays blazed on NO and Bobo.
Reality was - All the people
In the land of NO
Benefited Out of Bobo's Woes;
For when Bobo died, (and 'twas soon)
The heavens cried, (so did stars, sun and moon)
All lights stopped shining, (darkness invaded)
The men started whining, (fear pervaded)
The rich men died, (one by one)
No one did abide, (no, not one)
NO was no more NO without poor Bobo;
The rich did never know that HE had been their Rainbow.
03/30/17
I was everything
you desired me to be,
wearing rags,
scrubbing floors
I was slowly erased,
un-mothered
made your whore
When I look
to embrace the sun
I feel my eyes lower
in pure light I feel
my presence shunned,
my steps continue
to graduate to slow
but moving forward
I must to go
if in sleep I forget
to breathe?
please believe
I didn’t want to leave
taking your faces
in the palm
of my hands
with my feet
I'm draw your image
in times sands
my heart once whole
is an abyss of pain,
I am slipping away,
but with each gasp
I'll try to explain,
this husk
made of skin,
is brimming,
overflowing
with life’s sins
You see God
forgot he put me here
he’s not seen me in years
though his presence
"I thought” was near?
over and over I’ve been
pervaded with pain
I've raised my palms
over and over again
I am not done,
though destiny nips
at my heels,
and I'll no longer
be 'nothing'
when in this life
no forever will I feel
Right now
a cigarette stained
moon tilts my sky,
and the firmament
is ripped with stars,
So with this in my mind
I'll end with a sigh...
Engaging in divine firmament’s chorale
"The stars beckoned her song to reach the crescent moon"
Persuading the lunar beauty to join heavenly pursuit…
Gratefully cheered with sky’s singing delight
Night’s radiant gleam joined along intensified rhythm
Creating dreams along sonata’s harmony…
Soon wondrous music pervaded
Marvelously reverberating majestic melody
Worshipping the Creator midst His grandeur...
Gently awakening the earth
Song* from above lingers
Echoing in my heart until now.
*Isaiah 42:10 Sing unto the LORD a new song, and his praise from the end of the earth, ye that go down to the sea, and all that is therein; the isles, and the inhabitants thereof.
June 6, 2025
2nd place, "Choose A Line 3" Poetry Writing Contest
Sponsored by Joseph May; judged on 6/7/2025