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After the unreached future burns whatever remains
In the unseen ashes to unknown heights it flies away.
After the disowned image fades whatever remains
On the deserted wings to desolate sky it flies away.
After the shapeless shadow floats whatever remains
In the distant clouds as dissolved memory it melts away.
After the inevitable emptiness forms whatever remains
From the spaceless hearts to the oblivion it drifts away.
After the destined time terminates whatever remains
With the eternal time to its undefined edge it runs away.
After the mortal existence ends whatever remains
To the supreme soul waiting somewhere it goes away.
December 25, 2017.
Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers
Once wooded, now populated, concrete
Where crickets chirped, now a street
Dreams dying, goals unreached, a new reality
Coming face to face with your own mortality
Material achievement, awards on the wall
Of no real value, please take them all
To change the world but the drive is gone
There's a torch still burning, can you pass it on
Stars in the sky whose light will not diminish
Journey toward dreams that you'll never finish
There is a peace in memories, pain doesn't last
The future intimidates but not the past
Different roads but the same destination
Reaching back in sheer frustration
Fearing places where we don't know what we'll find
Thinking back to all we left behind
Another passing, quiet tears
A time of reckoning, a few more beers.
Thinking back,
I see a childhood
that does not resemble one.
What do I see?
A little girl with starry eyes
that never mirrored her heart
a dreamer, like every child,
but introduced too early
to disappointment
that left no room
?for gentle arrivals.
Every calculation failed,
yet the formula was right.
Somewhere,
a mistake was made
but where?
At the age of learning sentences,
she was handed paragraphs,
made to witness whole pages.
Still grasping the basics,
she was pushed toward mastery
and in that confusion,
understanding curdled
into fear.
Sweetness became a language
for touches
that reached beyond innocence.
A toy became an excuse
to be thrown
onto a bed of roses
lined with thorns.
What felt like play
carried the weight
of a grandmaster’s force
too much, too soon
until even peers
could no longer fill
the growing void.
And then,
what was once fear
began to understand itself.
She withdrew
not loudly,
but completely.
A young girl,
detached from her own age,
watching life
as though it belonged
to someone else.
The world shrank
?into something insignificant,
and within it,
she, too,
began to disappear.
Every closeness
echoed into deeper loneliness,
until solitude became
the only constant.
An isolated beauty
not at the top,
not at the bottom
just existing
in between.
Experience moves through her,
but she does not move through it.
Everything is mechanical.
Everything is distant.
And somewhere in all of this,
she is still there
unfelt,
unreached,
unlived.
song is the freedom of captured souls,
trapped in unseen cages with unreached goals,
unravelled deep from heart, played with flair,
their melodies are set free in air,
rebound from stony walls, flow down streams,
ripple emotions, make and break dreams,
echo from mountains to the blue skies,
someone, someone please undo their ties!
rusty chains, shackles prison free thought,
black bird in the cage, yearns for her lot,
strings of violin play birds a lore,
of their happy days that were before,
freedom is greatest gift of our life,
that is often lost to human strife,
let them all free, let their hopes soar high,
let live in freedom, in freedom die!!
First placement
Written 26/10/2022
Lisa YY sponsored
Painting prompted poetry contest
based on picture 3
in support of many women in the world who are denied basic rights- in countries with primitive laws!
9 syllables each line 8+8 lines
113 words
Bridge
I whirl through moments etched upon my mind,
Sink through midnight layers where shadows creep,
Hear the rushing floods – no smooth waters find –
Crumbling day light eludes vesper’s sleep.
Solitude’s still waters boil – restless energy -
Rushing waves clog with flotsam discarded
For shores unreached – a rueful elergy -
Undertows of catacombs bombarded.
Shapeless forms from midnight sneer, then arise –
Frantic fear flails seeing in undertows
Vanishing edges but phantoms thin lies
Flee as new shafts of amber light now overflow.
Starshine resurrects from the hopeless night
A bridge between nightmares and true sunlight.
So blessed am I to possess heavenly hope*
God’s enduring gift enveloping my salvation-scope
Securely tied around His blessed eternal life’s rope…
Never will I fear death and hell-blinding grope.
So privileged am I to enjoy heavenly hope midst hardship
God’s exhorting compassion accepting my sincere worship
Surely beautified with His offered satisfying friendship…
Never will I neglect my stewardship along prayer-fellowship.
So fortunate am I to have heavenly hope in my spirituality
God’s encouraging promise upholding my faith’s stability
Steadfastly anchored upon His Word’s immutability…
Never will I abide in doubts’ uncertainty and falsity.
So delighted am I to cherish heavenly hope with divine brightness
God’s enlightening vision subduing my ignorance and foolishness
Sufficiently reflected by His radiating truth of revelation-fullness…
Never will I depart from His granted wisdom’s effectiveness.
So honoured am I to partake of heavenly hope’s revival
God’s empowering miracle transforming my vain survival
Strongly fired up thru His might vanquishing my carnal upheaval…
Never will I strive toward worldly gain against His approval.
So glad am I to share heavenly hope with the lost
God’s edifying joy motivating my heart to win souls at all cost
Serenely guided along the inspiration of the Holy Ghost…
Never will I cease praying for those unreached in the uttermost.
So expectant am I to behold heavenly hope and its unfolding
God’s exciting coming with His glory that’s worth regarding
Sacredly scheduled in His timing with angelic host’s attending…
Never will I miss His great kingly reign forever pervading.
*Psalm 71:5 For thou art my hope, O Lord GOD: thou art my trust from my youth.
Psalm 71:14 But I will hope continually, and will yet praise thee more and more.
December 28, 2019
1st place, "SONATA LYRICS" Poetry Contest
Sponsored by James Edward Lee Sr.; judged on 4/2/2020.
The patina of dew dazzled on my drenched meadow,
charismatic crystals crowning the convergent verdance
sprinkled your essence in million sparkles of motif,
a tapestry I had spread on the precinct of my heart.
I thought that was what the feelings of paradise were
until the blaze of engulfing illusion burnt them to ashes.
The footprints on the shifting dunes of desert sand
crumbled inward to the desolate depth of obscurity,
treaded the delusive trail of mirage of togetherness.
The oasis faded away to the hazy horizon, unreached.
The waves of emotion rushing from the sea of desire
caressed my shore with the touch of pristine pearls.
The amorous arms of silver sands couldn’t hold long,
the surge returned to where it came from, disowned.
Cascading moonbeam contoured your face I configured,
glistened under the silver drizzle of the silent stardust,
disappeared with the melted mist of the unslept night,
because, of you behind shroud I couldn’t dream enough.
The propitiating poems so imperfect I wrote for you
rhymed with the rippling rustle of my mind’s petals.
The missing words wafted with the scent of passion,
defining me but dissolved in oblivion, unperceived.
In the air of our nest melody of my lyric didn't resonate
with the cadence of the embraced wings of nightingale
that flew away to sing some other song in another sky,
because sometimes silence called love is not enough.
September 10, 2019
January 3, 2020
Contest : Strand Select 3, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
We owe it to our doctors
We owe it to our doctors…
The ones who took it to be part of Sun Pharma’s greater mission;
To prevent disease rather cure
Cure and control if that happens at all;
Defying comforts of air conditioned hospitals,
confronting heats and chills
of seasonal tones while sitting in villages;
A zeal to serve those in pain
having set besides the monitory gain;
A cavalcade of patients all round the day
Intense work, putting impatience at bay;
Educate and listen to endless woes
Mental, social apart from somatic;
What poverty jostled them into
have no means to seek medical care;
We doctors being the sole healers...
We do what we do;
Not for money, not for name
responsibility is an assorted game ;
Had everyone taken to hospitals
and been part of corporates that work for profit;
And Ignored distress of rural and slums
humanity would have scrounged to bums.
Words fail to say what we take back ;
The smallest salving touch
that makes the tender souls smile;
The tranquil looks of the patient
that soothes us deep down the heart;
A good night’s sleep
and utmost content above all,
Limitless goodwill, enormous blessings ;
No mathematics can compute,
no callipers could measure ;
Beyond the prowess we go ...
Meeting people to explore what more we could do
Take them to specialists, to the institutions;
Make them aware about Govt schemes
Involve volunteers from within the community;
Bridging the gap, reaching the unreached
Citing the logic, what cannot be preached ;
Although a tiny drop in vast ocean
but very tender and precious ;
However small the team we maybe,
We proffer colour to the sky
Imbue the aroma of empathy far and wide;
We can move mountains with a solo touch
and change course of feral winds;
With our staunch determination;
and incessant efforts;
Combating disease and ailment
Countering the social taboos;
We do what we do
and will continue doing so.
We doctors are warriors braving the front
Have our families accompanying in this battle;
We owe it to our nurses and drivers as well;
We owe it to our doctors !
Written Sept 24, 2020
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
Hear my plea… consider truth’s earnestness
Bringing to your ear this factual soundness:
I’m Hell --- a prison of endless darkness
Where misery’s gloom prevails in blackness
Due to sufferings, despair, hopelessness
Leaving the guilty in their sins’ fierceness.
Listen to my voice from this dark juncture
Echoing warning midst urgent posture:
I’m Hell --- a place of eternal torture
With restlessness’ angst and despair-puncture
Sealing the faithless in their doomed future
Midst cruel hatred’s defiant gesture.
Acknowledge my vocal predicament
Loudly clear despite painful sentiment:
I’m Hell --- a cell of everlasting torment
Expressing death's wailing every moment
As sorrows, anguish, woe wildly lament
With constant gnashing of teeth engagement.
Consider my call from this space, unlit
Since radiance of Scriptures does not quit:
I’m Hell --- a dungeon where there’s no exit
And each one slides toward bottomless pit
Struggling to reach foot stool summit
Yet never to taste freedom’s air a bit.
Neglect not my admonition’s love-guides
Which one in his self-righteousness derides:
I’m Hell --- lake of fire* where God’s wrath abides
Unreached by His mercy, while His grace hides
There, worms die not, with pleas’ screams at all sides
Along unheard prayers … deserving chides.
I welcome you in my darkest manner
When you flee from the perfect Pardoner:
I’m Hell ---waiting each one who’s pride-winner
Bearing “You’re forever condemned” banner
Verdict to the claim, “I’m not a sinner”
Rejecting grace midst selfishness’ dinner.
Decide now… from my drowning blackness, flee
Choose life; against darkness’ grip and be free:
I’m Hell *--- with my gruesomeness you can see
Trust Christ the Saviour and you can miss me
Have faith in Him Who died at Calvary
Resurrected to bring you Heaven’s glory.
*Revelation 20:14 And death and hell were cast into the lake of fire. This is the second death.
January 24, 2022
"The mind can weave itself warmly
in the cocoon of its own thoughts,
and dwell a hermit anywhere."
~ James Russell Lowell
"As weavers, we weave.
As spinners, we spin.
And somewhere, in the loom's blur,
Our poems begin."
~ Sudeep Pagedar
"Weave, weave the sunlight in your hair-."
~ T. S. Eliot
Weave into my dreams, a tapestry of magic,
Of heart's deepest emotions, cheerful or tragic;
Weave into my poems, soft tunes that once were lost,
Of fallen leaves, waltzing breeze and winter's white frost;
Weave into my hair, the glitter of sunrays bright,
Of dappled shadows, moonlit skies and starry nights;
Weave into my life, the threads of love and romance,
Of passion's sweet nectar, ardour's unending dance;
Weave into my heart, twirls of happiness and joy,
Of everlasting pleasures that none can destroy;
Weave into my being, the essence of your thoughts,
Of that luminous painting from untangled knots;
Weave into my soul, strands of fantasies and songs,
Of desires and unreached heights where this girl belongs.
23rd April 2023
For Constance La France's "Writing Challenge - 'W' words" contest