Long Retrace Poems
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Dwell oh hermit, in the vast, formless void,
seeking nothing, animating the heart,
whence no longer by wispy thoughts decoyed,
invoking grace, feel bliss ignition start.
The first thing we cognise is boundless space,
noticed not since our eye searches for form
but if steps toward heaven we’d retrace,
we must be receptive to love’s touch warm.
Lost in a dream world of our own making,
we no longer know that we’re living light,
so spend most of our life in fear quaking,
blocking God’s grace that ushers bliss delight.
Ceasing to react if we be but still,
easy then becomes soul’s ascent uphill.
Friends, who have abandoneth me,
Why not tryeth reaching out to me?
Forsaken feeling:
I'm finally giving up
On this dreaming
Of what we once were,
Long before your lives becometh more.
I've poured my feelings unto you,
Though you have changed
And nothing can goeth through.
Alone and longing
For you to place me
Amongst those who belong
And are a healing song to your heart.
If there is any space,
I will retrace and may not depart.
Loneliness no longer defines me,
Though resentment fills me
And I realize it to be the key
To the door of the ending
And the unlocking of chains
Through finally letting go
Of our once vivid memories.
Me, home and loneliness, no more no less,
Ah, oh, utter darkness, no more nor less.
In birth, life, death, equity rules the same,
Suffering there’s endless, no more nor less.
A few saline tears flow caused by sore heart,
What heart held, eyes express, no more nor less.
In desert were buried my memories,
Whence my mind did retrace, no more nor less.
Our parting when sun departed that day,
Hurt was on hurt I guess, no more no less.
Homilies that the world hail as Ghazal,
Some pens tend to caress, no more nor less.
Fine, if readers relate, draw parallel,
If not, it’d them depress, no more nor less.
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Inspired by a piece in Gujarati by Dikshhita Shah, no translation
Ghazal |21.12.2024|life, birth, death, tears
Poet’s note: The tears flown from eyes or dried down therein are like documents describing painful memories. If they were to be expressed in words, there’s nothing else like poetry. And in all poetic feelings expressed, there’s nothing to compare like ghazals, or to some extent sonnets. In ghazals a reader reads his own painful memories. The poet then disappears and what remains are pure experience of feelings. It means, in poetic words there’s not just fragrance of philosophy, but there’s that perfume, the painful scent of personal suffering as well. And yet, world often sees the light lit by the lamp in front of the photograph of the person lost, but not the darkness in the life of one who has lost the person.
On waking from sleep, no dream forms remain,
since they were but a mental projection,
so the cause of bondage is our thought chain,
caused by ego, deserving rejection.
Self is the substratum of existence,
so with focus fixed on this truth alone,
resting thoughts caused by ego’s insistence,
breath by breath our consciousness we so hone.
Dissolving all opposites in the heart,
befriending silence, invoking God’s grace,
recognising that no soul stands apart,
our steps towards truth, we slowly retrace.
As the dreamer wherefrom all worlds arose,
we’re the light of Self, in blissful repose.
Sepia photo hides a face
With creased lines that could not retrace;
The details of Grandma’s allure
As tints cover those outlines pure--
Blemished by wartime, its grim tales
Dark the image of life’s travails
Severing her forgotten youth:
Through my lamp's pearlescent brightness
Her keen eyes depict forthrightness
An aura mildly intense...soft
While her glances raise them aloft,
And in my thoughts, lips gold as moon
Seem to hum a brave woman's tune...
I clean this old token again
Savoring her warmth, her own pain,
For though dull Gram’s portrait may be
Rare this keepsake which speaks to me.
Contest 555 of Brian Strand
Some things hardly change like calendar's date;
One moment, you are one; another- two
Next in line of taking note is off hate,
But you have to be of sudden past clue.
Thanks for this year's grace,
I never give up Your pace...
As I run her race.
Some dreams are not of time to accomplish,
Because time pass either or not its chase...
Though, pretending being okay does perish
Yet, letting go is not easy to ace.
Thanks for the hot ,
That never make my quests quit-
The beast to win fit.
Some challenges are never easy sort,
To forget risks involved cum survival,
Or find a way out to do off support...
Rather, conquer feats with mean revival.
Thanks for loyalty,
I merit not royalty-
Through life's casualty.
Some sorrows earned you respect of value,
When honesty is well appreciated.
Then trust over time would be gained cum blue-
Returned loyalty not depreciated.
Thanks for blurring truth,
That triggers search for false youth...
While trying being Ruth.
Some moments are far gone to past's embrace,
Even difference can't hope for its future
Of possible experience or retrace...
While intelligence doubt sure adventure.
Thanks for all problems,
That fortified all Adams...
Sorting out freedoms.
My grandma had this incredible way about her, you know? She'd weave wisdom into every word, like a gentle flow: "Patience and faith." Whether I was feeling lost in sorrow's undertow, bubbling over with joy's warm glow, or grappling with anger's fiery blow—her guidance, a steady compass, would always show.
When tears streamed down my face, and despair held me tight, she'd envelop me in her arms, a haven in the night. "Patience and faith embrace," she'd murmur with insight. Life's storms may rage, casting shadows of doubt and fright, but with patience and faith, we find strength to ignite.
In moments of laughter, with joy echoing all around, her smile would brighten, a beacon so profound. "Remember, dear, in life's merry-go-round, patience and faith keep us steady and sound." Grounded in love's embrace, blessings abound, ready to face whatever may astound.
Her last words to me, filled with love's gentle grace, "Patience and faith," she whispered, leaving a lasting trace. "Hold them close, my dear, in every place," a legacy of wisdom to embrace. Though she's no longer here, her spirit I chase, in memories cherished, her love I retrace.
Her words, like a melody, in my heart they sleep, guiding me onward, in life's rhythm deep. "Patience and faith," a mantra to keep, through every trial, in every leap.
Six numbers on the screen
I am sure they look familiar
The birthdays of loved ones
Chosen to make it simpler
I look again and rub my eyes
I'm sure there is no doubt
But where is the ticket?
Have i tossed it out?
My husband coming home from work
Is shocked to hear my news
We've got the winning numbers
Although we may just lose
I don't know where the ticket is
My husband starts to scout
Where did you last have it?
I must have tossed it out!
Bewildered I retrace my steps
And think of where I've been
Just as I give up all hope
I find it in the bin
The crumpled ticket found
I start to scream and shout
A luxurious life awaits me
To think I almost tossed it out!!
As autumns of dear life, I endeavor to face,
Reminiscing in springs, memories I retrace;
Cognizant that splendor of seasons will end,
Seeking amends, life’s goodwill I befriend;
Resolving to shed grimness trapped in yore,
Discarding grievances, hatefulness I abhor,
Filling voids with wisdom of enlightened soul,
Welcoming endearment aging vibes cajole.
Harmony I shall hoist, to apex of its tempo,
Strumming mirthfully rhythms of tomorrow,
Freed from obscurity of yesterday’s shadow
Rejoicing with family on life’s sunlit meadow.
Hosting sentiments that elucidate life anew,
Ethereal I wish to woo~ revered, and true,
Pleading for bliss of heaven, eternal as time,
Living and letting live, in tranquility sublime.
Disavowing shackles of material, mundane,
Compassion I’ll chase of benevolent domain
Redressing incongruence, vying virtues divine,
Steering autumns of my life till values align.
December 22, 2022
Placed 3rd: Resolutions for 2023 Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Anoucheka Gangabissoon
A letter to America
America we have been your friend
Forever now it seems
Through adversity and good times
Shared interwoven dreams
You had our back in darkest days
And likewise we’ve had yours
And though sometimes ill-advisedly
supported all your wars.
You are like an older cousin
To admire and revere
A land of truth and justice
But it’s all changing now we fear
We see your inner conflict
The hype, the lies, the spin
Upheaval of society
The rupture from within
The discontent of common folk
Of those that bear the load
The absence of all empathy
Life’s hope and dreams erode
The cynical power-hungry
That stir what lies confined
The discontent and prejudice
That simmer in the mind
Create a scapegoat stir the mob
Feed the fear and hate
Morality and ethics die
Amid the chaos they create.
Let’s blame the Jews or Muslims
The Hispanic or the Black
Chose any small minority
With no chance of fighting back
Make America Great Again
The catchcry fills the air
But somewhere in the cheering crowd
We lost what made it fair
This all bears a similarity
To another time and place
But let’s trust that this great nation
Would that pathway not retrace
Your friends the whole world over
With bated breath, afraid to ask
All hoping that your constitution
Is equal to the task
And may the storm that shakes you now
Give way to calmer skies—
Where ethics bloom and truth returns,
And hope no longer hides.
Our leanings shaped by family ties,
By hardship, pride, and pain—
The stories told around the fire
Still echo and remain
So whether you lean to left or right
Let conscience be your guide
Don’t be afraid to say your piece
It may just turn the tide