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THE CHANGING WORLD
The age of chivalry and bravery has ended
That of sophistry, rivalry, upon us descended
Those with ability, to charm and talk, are commended
They are now indeed enemies, whom we once befriended
Where has all the love gone, hitherto, unlimited
The human greed for wealth remains unsatiated
For money, men unleash violence unabated
The rich and elite are highly ingratiated
The poor and forlorn man’s woes are unmitigated
Never were people so fearful, streets so deserted
Always under threat, somehow their lives will be disrupted
True, in Eve’s drawl and Adam’s fall, we have lamented
But Devil’s devious ways we have inherited
As peace-loving people, we too were once saluted
Today, hatred and revenge have left us demented
Unsatiated cravings open the floodgate of suffering,
the surging torrent of torment tosses the servile soul,
for in the karmic cycle of being born and reborn,
desire doesn’t die, but it’s a blink between life and death.
In the wasteland of the scorched and deserted life,
chasing mirage and clutching my desiccated desires,
I walk listless on the tormenting trail of strife,
pained to the bone marrow, I submerge in sordid mire.
Released from the clasp of the providential destiny,
I try to transcend the expanding limits of time and space.
From the closet of mortal being I strive to set my soul free,
perpetual peace I embrace with the song of my heart.
Distressed mind extracted from sanctum of sense-response,
stilled in the quietude of silent mindfulness pervasive,
finds the rays of divine light at the end of torture tunnel,
where the righteous life gets the insight of unveiled wisdom.
As the innate pristine petals of my soul vibrantly unfurl,
blooming the divine lotus of blissful awareness,
I perceive the shower of His graceful endowment
suffuse me with aura of salvation and happiness.
In the sanctum of tranquility of seamless conscience sky,
I become a bird soaring free, not flying back to old nest again.
As on the wings of timeless bliss my pulsating soul flies
to the halcyon eternity horizon, the euphoria of nirvana I attain.
For the woman the world had turned a huge and restless black night
The trees of mango stood at her window looking like black skeletons
Though the time was for the flowers to be in its deep green threshold
For its fulfillment into the mighty flavour of deliciously dulcet freedom
Her newly-born baby was missing from the hospital's maternity ward
The whole hospital got into a tizzy over the said child lifting incident
With more and more intense gloom gathering over the petrified bed
Sat a still statue of black stone from starless dark and dense night
Assurance found no soil in the stone to come out in a green sprout
Milk filled gentle breast kept crying in the core of unsatiated desire
In the dead of night a nurse came close to the bed in a tempest of void
The one day old baby smiled like jasmine held in her arms like a swing
The police recovered him from a nearby six storied apartment complex
A childless woman had stolen the baby to quench her thirst for warmth
The new day snatched from the new mom was thus given back to her
In the very dark night the mother shimmered in the emerging warm sun
This gradually turned into the morning glory of tuberose in a bush of joy
Cherry and chocolate larks came hopping in the new day's golden face
In the middle of sobbing night the new day opened the door of ecstasy
She told all that she had never had such a seagull like new day before
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18 March,2017
Through the desert of forlorn life I travelled
carrying the burning hunger in my void heart
and the unsatiated thirst in desiccated mind.
Surrendering to the vehemence of its lure I chased
a mirage in the searing middle of desolate nowhere,
got lost in the despondent dunes of disquietude
thinking my destiny wasn’t worthy of veneration
for it didn’t instill in me the feeling of reverence
for the heavenly emotion so dearly called love
that remained unreachable perpetual illusion…
Until at the edge of hope I reached a verdant oasis
flooded by the silver glow of the full moon shine
where I found you glittering as designed fairy spark.
You became the star in my sky of fervidness and
your sparkling effervescence made wings for me,
I flew in the winds of amorousness to your arms.
As we lay drenched in cerulean shower of stardust
I extracted a block from my expressive heart,
carved out ornate words of love to sculpt a lyric.
The cadence of your ardent whisper set the melody
and that became the sonata of our love.
February 14, 2019
In the fading gleam enveloping the twilight hour,
the frail edge of lives tended to lose mortal definition,
its meaning masked by the murk of futile existence,
the misty minds sought the glow of the rainbow aura.
A thirsty pilgrim in the relentless pursuit of mirage,
travelled tormented in the wilderness of the desert
to the parched precincts of the dried up earthly souls,
searching for the benign gift from behind the cloud.
On garden path paved by precious stones of their faith,
fragrance of blooming blessings wafted in the dusty air,
the unsatiated mortal souls yearned to comprehend
the euphoric perception configuring the bliss illumined.
Sitting outside the door of the temple a hungry man
seemed to have surrendered the rest of his time to fate,
got some food from a stranger coming from nowhere,
his eyes glinted joy in the rays of the sun that rose for him.
March 6, 2021
In ye old days of yore on Malaga's dreary shore
An untidy castle rimmed by salty moor
Housed a lonely, oft-drunk matador
In briny marsh grazed no sheep, but wild pigs three score
Staggering oft around soggy, muddy estate in boozed, dazed state; prating conquistador
With fitted bed sheet he dodged each, wild, voracious boar
On one fateful eve a rabid boar did his flabby posterior gore
Now ambitions stored, bedded his dreams, salved his sore
'Til one morn, a damsel in distress swooned at his door
Bereft of virility, but saddled with tales of chivalric lore
A hearty tonic the prone maiden he did pore, and spouted tawdry tales galore
Unentranced by availing circumstance, his rambling advances she did ignore
Intoxicated by her lovely essence, her father's residence did implore
Confounded by his incessant inebriating pleas, she fell to the floor
Mistaking her bended knee as fealty to be, he let out a drunken roar
Enraged by his licentious intentions, she yelled, I will not take any more
Mind numbed from numerous droughts, he heard, I am your whore
Giddy, his infertile, limp shaft tried into her sweet mound to bore
But his drooping shaft could not breach her silty core
Frustrated the horny goad reversed positions. riding her till both were saddlesore
Finally breaching the chasm, his spent rod found reeling a chore
But her tapped well gushed and she yelled encore
Now understanding his riding days were over, he cried and swore
His ripening virgin unsatiated bade his pallid pilot her canyon explore
Now contrite, he explained fertile streams no longer from stagnant fount could pore
Giving due penance, purged the dross, and from her steamy vat tore
Forevermore an unfit paramour, jilted matador; who no longer his tainted cape wore
Death sings its boisterous song to me
Proudly placing itself as the ruler
Of everything created by the maker
Death sings and kills me softly!
Why, unable to fall for anything else
Other than that which has been fated
For me, I remain, alive and unsatiated
Relying on Death for a blossomed release!
Death sings and pulls my soul closer to it
Readily, willingly, knowing that it shall win
While I will be snatched of my mortal skin
And deprived of any of my remaining wit!
Faced with it, I can only kneel,
In agonising pain,
Filled with tormented disdain
Why, pretending to be made of steel
Is certainly not a task for a frail hearted poet
I'd rather lose myself in Inexistence
Regardless of how, then, life would dance,
As, it would seem that I have already lost the bet!
Pray, I choose to sit and cry in lauded religious books
Hoping to be noticed by the God of all mankind
Hoping then, that He might scrap me off life's line
Since Death is already the greatest of its monarchs!
18 August 2019
Writing Challenge 2, August 2019- Enclosed Rhyme
Sponsor, Dear Heart
Reflect on this proverb, oh worthy hermit
'A chain is only as strong as its weakest link'
So let us look deep within the core of our being
To discern the cause why time and again we sink
Bemused by myriad illusions our mind is hypnotised
Flitting about unsatiated between objects of desire
But fleeting moments of joy are followed by pain
Elusive seems eternal bliss for which we aspire
The root cause of suffering then is ignorance
For we flounder about knowing not who we are
In bondage to feral instinct, we discern not the truth
From God’s domain of love and light, we’ve drifted afar
With this recognition, once we shift into tranquil silence
The chinks in our armour are automatically repaired
Divine aligned, love drenched soul stands erect
Mind, body and soul finally with God paired
09-February-2023
Proverbial Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Margarita Lillico
Seven second serendipitous develop
Macro piano keys maestro, Lord
Ceiling laden with citrus psychedelic
Unsatiated homosapiens flawed
Ghost film fire eye-socket negatives
Kaleidoscope rolls in their skulls
Soiree opaque pink sequin sedatives
Scintillate wicked sinful impulse
Protein hungry industry herds herbivores
Apex predator caves to serpent
Coveted control position consumes pure
Curious article of cruel torment
Sacred score smudged in blood punishes
Hell or Heaven editors insidious
Emit charcoal chuckles, lit match judges
Bicker Bible's pixels ambiguous
Dusk draws hills, halcyon skied silhouette
God made man strive in shadow
Modified paradise prints timely pirouette
Gluttony grabs hanging mangos
22nd February
Sold Fables
My soul wanders in the dark alley within me,
plunges in the abyss of discontent.
The unsatiated life, unframed and uncertain,
casts a formless shadow of ambiguity on the being,
that flares up as anguish in the carnival of darkness,
burning my essence to ashes of bleak nothingness.
In the gloom of the dismal opaque night,
across the murky landscape of the formidable fate,
I need to take the ordained last journey committed,
for I have promises waiting to be kept,
but I lose the tortuous track travelling the illusive time
in the tormenting gloom of the labyrinth.
The holy fire of spirit is then ignited within me
to incinerate the spreading wings of the deluding ego,
glows the realigned elements of the dormant force,
shows me the path away from the illusive self-worth,
and flashes in the mindscape the sagacious sense,
not to be induced by the imprudent impermanence.
At the fringe of the fleeting forlorn moments,
shaping the perspective of introspection,
and shining in the inner resplendent heavenly light,
I see the blazing sunrise in the dawn of revelation.
The rays of hope radiating from the hued horizon,
illumines the dark recess of the morose mind.
The consciousness in the fold of timeless inner solitude
kindles the concealed candle of the almighty,
that burns with the radiance of the eternal fire,
suffusing me with the glow of sublime bliss,
I carry within me beyond the shadow of strife as I travel
on the promised path to the lighted sanctum of divinity.
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February 26, 2023
Contest : Which Fire Is Eternal
Sponsored by : Joe Maverick