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Amidst the bright light and the sumptuous summer sunshine,
Why does the beam gleam of the thin rays of darkness enwrap?
The sturdiness of our bones fails, as though we've lost our spine.
Our inner sanctum is erased from our location map.
Blood clotted, mouths unable to utter secrets, we pine
With hopes and hopelessness, like eggs in a single basket,
Fate and destiny, playing their roles as per their design
We store our unfulfilled desires like gems in a casket.
Tracing the trails of the 'if you can't beat them, join them' route
Like challengers and the challenged, we tread on trodden roads.
Have the bubble, we've been blowing, a permanent pursuit?
Pessimism, through each lane, like an atomic bomb, explodes.
The closed doors of impending expectant dooms be disclosed.
Feelings of friendliness even to the foes be enclosed.
All we see is a dance of shadows on the walls of our reality,
a play of light and darkness embracing at the edge of a dream,
where forms blend and colors dissolve into unknown shades,
and we seek hidden meanings in the reflections of water, in the mirror of the sky.
The entire world seems an illusion woven from threads of light and desire,
a painting crafted by the hand of an unseen artist whispering secrets,
and truth hides behind the curtain of mist, in the shadow of mystery,
where every sunrise is a promise, and every sunset a secret.
We look, but see only projections of our dreams,
for what seems real is just an echo of our unfulfilled desires,
a field of stars dancing on the sky of our inner nights,
and we are spectators and actors in an endless play of existence.
In every trembling leaf, in every breath of wind,
lies a universe of possibilities, an infinity of untold stories,
and we, caught in the web of time, seek to decipher the essence,
yet remain prisoners of our own perception, dreaming with open eyes.
In this world of illusions, we lose and find ourselves in every moment,
seeking truth like a diamond hidden in the depths of the heart,
and though all we see is not what it seems, we continue to search,
for in seeking we find meaning, and in illusion, we find the beauty of life.
New Year
Dreams lie unfulfilled in my rueful nights,
the seconds, minutes, hours and days all draw
empty boxes, lists inked on paper white,
promises of plans I made, stout hearted,
in ignorance of the years gone before
when youth's resolve lay stillborn, unstarted.
With new old resolutions, stringless kites
fly out in fanfare on each New year's day,
'till deaf to all applause they fade from sight
to jink and ride the winds of circumstance.
'Just like last year', the well meaning friends say
knowing full well that none stood any chance.
Dreams lie unfulfilled in my rueful nights,
with new old resolutions, stringless kites.
For contest 'Cornish Sonnet', sponsored by, coincidentally, Craig Cornish
December 20th 2015
Lust and greed overwhelm our desires,
We struggle in life, desires unfulfilled,
Yet, the heart is searching for peace and serenity,
Only consciousness will deliver it one day.
Consciousness evokes the world around us,
Selfless service and help to the needy inspire us,
Donate with kindness, uplift the broken hearts, mission it takes,
Love and respect for everyone are the goals kept in mind.
With each breath, I feel life flow,
Awake to all that fades and grows.
The world hums low, a whispered sound,
As earth and spirit spin unbound.
No rush for future, past release,
Just here—this pulse, this quiet peace.
Each moment fresh, a seed to sow,
In light of love, I watch it grow.
When weight of regret riddled thoughts
swirl numerous nameless sorrows within
A calloused heart waits for a magic wand
in promise of a sunrise small hopes begin
When shooting stars hide behind clouds
pennies all lost in deep wishing wells
naive desires born in puddles of dream
stray eyelashes tinkle chimes of bells.
When garnish is missing in blueprint of life
in peace of sunset, maelstrom looks for bliss
to join broken glasses , to reset life again
passion smolders to ash of unfulfilled wish.
Date written -13th January 2020
Was N/A in the contest What are your wishes
Date judged-23rd January 2020
Thought I’d make my cash and then
life would be oh-so-grand,
finest things, finest people,
the good life for this man.
But the folks I know now
all have these values strange,
drink too much, f-ck anything,
vote for stuff that’s insane.
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
and I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
that I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
where I just don’t fit,
no use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
Thought that golf and caviar
were where I would be,
but somehow they all get rich
working for charities??!
Thought that mansions on the coast
would be the best of this,
instead they whisper of an
island that they all miss.
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
nd I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
That I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
Where I just don’t fit,
No use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
Cleansed of the notion
that somehow I could belong,
rich or not, I can’t
take part in all of these wrongs.
All this depravity
since wealth leaves them bored and cold,
but what profit’s a man
if it costs his very soul?
High-flying into a place
where I can’t escape,
and I can’t relate.
High-flying into a place
that I can’t love, and never will.
High-flying into a place
where I just don’t fit,
no use hiding it.
High-flying into a place,
that can tempt, but leaves you unfulfilled.
I don't want this—kindness!—she utters with bitterness,
like a storm breaking out unexpectedly,
may the heirs remain in the secret abyss,
prodigies of the stars that dance in the night sky,
brothers of darkness that embrace silence,
servants of the moon that watches over sleeping dreams.
Why must one yield to the other,
when both can coexist like two flowing rivers?
On the hem of my ancestors’ garment,
adorned with stories woven through time,
in the kingdom of my heart, a hidden sanctuary,
let there be neither flicker of light nor drop of life,
nor traces of the vines that bind earth to sky.
May this realm remain a beacon of lineage,
an indelible dream from minds, a sanctuary of shadows,
where stories intertwine with the dawn's light.
Leaving behind only echoes of unfulfilled desires,
like whispers on the gentle evening breeze,
in this world where duality dances,
like two flames in a silent and eternal symphony,
souls find their balance in embrace,
like two stars meeting in the vast sky.
And perhaps, one day, we will all understand,
that between light and darkness is a sacred space,
where hearts sing their eternal tale,
a harmony of existence enduring through time,
a song that resonates beyond time and space,
a bond that can never be unraveled.
Inertia's whispered promise: stagnation's dark shroud
We risk being lost in the undertow of untaken steps
Not all of us will wear the mantle of wealth
But inaction's chill grasp, we can all be poor
Education's radiant light may not illuminate every path
Yet, without effort, ignorance's heavy chains can bind us all
Love's sacrament, marriage, may elude some of us
But indifference's corrosive whisper can reduce relationships to ash
Brilliance may not be our birthright
Yet, complacency's suffocating grip can extinguish the spark within
Heaven's gates may not swing open for all
But the abyss of neglect and apathy can drag us down to hell's dark depths
Defeat's stinging lash may not scar us all
Yet, inaction's numbing poison can render us powerless, lost, and forlorn
Hunger's pangs may not afflict every belly
But the barren landscape of neglected dreams can leave us withering, unfulfilled
We may not all wield presidential power
But the withering sting of irrelevance can reduce us to anonymity's grey veil
We may not all be solution bearers
But inaction's weighty burden can condemn us to be part of the problem, forever lost
We may not all bear the title of teacher
But without growth, we risk being forever trapped in the quicksand of ignorance
We may not all be blessed with children
But neglect's devastating whisper can leave us bereft, our legacy lost
In every step, in every breath, let us choose action
Let us shatter the chains of inertia, and forge a brighter path.
“In the burnt meadow of love see life beautiful bloom in the relic of memory” – Quote by Poet
In the expanse of yearning of my fervent sky
I let the enraptured songbird of heart soar high,
glide in the spring-rippled amorous breeze,
bring your fragrance to me through blooming trees.
The sunburst dawn splashed the spectrum of ecstasy,
blossomed the dormant euphoria dreams for me
in the domain of depthless desire that kept burning on,
I didn’t see the dark cloud slither in the slate horizon.
The torrent of darkness in the stream of night
carried away my essence of longing out of sight.
I couldn’t hold your hands and feel your grace,
for you freed yourself from my ardent embrace.
Splintered in the threshold of the tarnished twilight,
in the vortex of turmoil I saw the debris of my delight
disappear in the anguished storm I couldn’t bear.
Demolished, I was sucked into the void of despair.
Expectations disappeared unfulfilled, hit me hard,
unkept promises flung blows of torment inward.
The fire of the wild burnt my mangled mind,
blazed the tender time with you, I would never find.
Through the billowing smoke stifling and blinding,
I came out of the ruin, saw the beauty of life charming.
Before my ember conscience burnt the soul esoteric,
I rose self-consoled from the ashes of memory relic.
Yesterday,
when conscious slept,
anger was my shield,
fear my faithful sword.
When hatred contaminated my heart,
tears ached for tranquillity,
polluted in guilt from selfish greed.
Life can be a disaster waiting to occur,
leaving you in despair gasping for air,
suffocating your sighs with crippling changes,
due to disorientation in imagining reality.
I've always been in an internal war,
fighting the two voices in my head.
You can't kill someone who died before birth,
so not every battle is worth fighting for,
yet I was always in envy of peace.
I want to disappear sometimes,
bid a secret farewell to the shadows that pursue,
but I'm afraid of diving into the unknown.
Maybe I'm an imposter,
maybe I'm just a Gemini
everyday, I am different,
a multitude of personalities,
a creative charming chameleon.
In times of fragility and frustration,
I wish I was a secret to society,
but I don't want to be alone tonight,
so I'm soul searching for a love unspoken,
not cursed with deafening screams.
In solitude, overthinking is a poison,
so I turn to unfulfilled prophecies -
to bring me back to life.
I've always had an aversion for perversion,
become a nemesis to prejudice.
Spirits taught me to 'be my own universe.'
to fly to the sky, wave ego goodbye,
so my flaws make me shine more.
There is no shame in vulnerability.
No embarrassment in slaying pride.
In the angst of anxiety,
paralyzed by self-possessed sadness,
I set out finding sincerity,
my coincidental half -
but you have always been inside me.
When I finally opened my eyes,
I felt alive.
Lust is a mute assassin,
a terminal sickness.
Love is like a fever,
it leaves you speechless.
I used to idolise silence,
but now I'm a slave to consciousness.
Oh my sentient soul,
we are unrhymed verses,
our lives a living rough draft.
Decorate me with your ink,
complete me with your conclusion,
as you are the music playing on loop.
Let them say we are mad as we dance,
lost in lyrics only we can hear.