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I close my eyes
and wait...
I'm listening, praying,
holding out, holding on,
patient, striving, longing,
struggling to find you
peeking in the shadows,
leaving no leaf unturned,
awed by the magic of this world;
but still I am wanting
to know you, see you, recognize you;
to understand the how,
and the whys
and the wherefores
of my being
of my very existence
of this life I have.
I have searched
and am still in active pursuit
desiring to find you,
looking everywhere
in the light,
in the dark
in the in-betweens of living.
I am looking for you God
my eyes tight closed
and waiting, reaching out
longing to feel and touch you
are you here
are you listening
are you there, God?
Then why not answer me?
I saw you only once.
You were draped in a saree,
The cerulean colour of the sea-waves,
Your hair was in braids,
Reminded me of the darkest cloud in the rainy season,
Your face was devoid of any embellishment,
Your body was not adorned with ornaments,
As if you, the woman of my dream, my treasured beloved,
had risen from the bottom of the ocean,
Only for me.
I felt numb when I found you,
You are the one I was searching for all my life,
an image of perfection I envisioned,
You are the one who I want to cherish all my life,
You are the one I feel fortunate to be with,
You are right in front of me,
But you are not mine!
Where were you so long, which corner of the universe?
Why did I never have a chance to meet you?
May be on the sandy shores of Arabian Sea,
Why not in a far corner of Thor desert?
Why didn’t you appear to me under the canopy of a starlit sky,
wiping all darkness from my life?
You are the eternal gift I waited for,
I saw you once, only once,
We never met again!
"Poetic tools are a means to aid poetry, not an end in themselves'
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I don't understand why poet use poetic tools so often making a poem so tough to understand
Hiding behind the garb of metaphor, simile, onomatopoeia, alliterations and other poetic tools the real thoughts of poet, the message he wants to convey never reaches the mind of readers
Ask any school going child reading english literature he will say "I don't understand this poem what is poet trying to say! Why can't they make it simple? Why use figures of speech?"
Why not call a spade a spade! Be simple straight and clear! Let your message reach others!
Write such that each reader interprets the poem in same manner.
Same meaning, same mental image gets created in reader's mind and poets and readers mind become one such should be poetry!
I have read poems which no one one has understood, each reader giving his own interpretation.
I don't understand what is the fun in that?
Especially when you want to convey a message, use straight clear language as against poetry tools.
Once I'm gone
I'll only be remembered a small while
I'm a tiny tick on a large dial
The words I breathe will stretch about a mile
Even those who are in history books
the Kings writers and famous cooks
The gorgeous people with talent and looks
They too in the end fade away
Don't get me wrong it's all okay
We might try to hold on but none of us can stay
All have a bit part
on this watery ball of granite and clay
Some are calm others make waves
One smooth skinned another shaves
She loves him while he's attracted to Dave
They both pretend because they have to behave
Each in their own prison living like a slave
The preacher too plays his part
trying to find people to save
Some couples love from the start till death
She breathes in he exhales her breath
Their children thrive Bobby and Beth
While some mothers go it alone
Daddies leave and are never known
Children left to learn life from a smart phone
Some chase riches when other just want to eat
Walking on pretty shoes while poor men have cracked feet
The music plays so clearly yet we fail to hear the beat
So I wonder what's it all for
This wanting more and more
Is that really God knocking at our door
Yes it is I believe it at my core
So why do we leave it closed
Maybe because we fear our sins will be exposed
a life manicured and posed
could be unfroze
Freedom from each prison chose
Instead why not drink from the garden hose
Wear our humanity
discard these labeled clothes
Count down the future with fingers and toes
Within a momentary breath each spirit goes
As minds open each heart then grows
What happens next only God knows!
White Rose:
Oh, no, not the poet,
Why not the maiden with dark eyes
Shadowed by distant tears,
I will help her to shun her fears
And silence her night cries…
Oh, there he comes, the poet…
Yellow Rose:
Hush, be silent, be quiet,
He listens to what we say,
Our whispers travel like a light ray,
Changing the night into a day.
White Rose:
I will not die,
Nor see my petals be carried by the wind,
No, I will bloom in her lush mind,
Even if I left my dried ruins in a water glass
While the blowing whistle carries my petals.
Red rose:
There, the poet will lie,
Murmuring words like every noon,
Then will take one of us
And offer as his boon.
Oh, we die but art lives.
White Rose:
I will not have my hand idle,
Weaving like the cypress branches,
No, my hand will play a magical fiddle
And she will listen to the tune,
Because I will be playing near her heart
And she will be resting on my leaves.
Yellow Rose:
Look how she weaves the threads,
Blue? Purple? Pink? Green?
Roses with those colors are unseen,
Yet, she will have them to mime…
White Rose, what fate do you aim?
White Rose:
I only plan to be untrue,
Like the snow falling on a cedar
Inside a globe made of glass,
Or the feelings from a reader,
That does not seem to exist
But even so refuses to pass.
Red Rose:
Those will be the roses she crafts.
Yellow Rose:
Those will be the roses he crafts.
Red Rose:
And those roses will forever last.
White Rose:
When Adam saw the half-eaten fruit,
He knew his destiny was set,
Wherever Eve would fall,
He would follow, He would fall.
He gazed the last Eden’s sunset
And laid among the tree’s roots,
Silent were the first steps of Time.
I will not die as long Love is my crime.
Form:
Artificial intelligence of technological prevalence
Blessing it is, and beautiful, when beheld for its beneficial presence…
Challenging authentic intellectual quest
Driving and directing tenacious mindfulness-zest…
Elevating real wisdom toward discrete use
Failing to surpass sincerity of earnest poetic muse…
Good is its impact along God-blest economic worth
Hoisting income mobility against financial dearth…
Influencing globally for progress and development
Just let us be consciously aware that such is the trend at the moment…
Kindling authentic prudence along kindness of sincere might
Love of human heart is AI's lack especially if self-interest takes flight.
Many are the flaws of AI; but facing its imperfection with wisdom*
Nurtures beauty in seeing it along perspective of academic freedom.
Proverbs 9:10 The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom: and the knowledge of the holy is understanding.
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Poet’s Note: Beauty used to benumb beholders. Today’s beauty is simply numbered and indexed. One thousand (mille-Helens) make one Helen, the unit fashioned after Helen of Troy believed to be the most beauteous ever to have walked on this globe. (Why not? Western standards only today matter). In the octave of this sonnet, a husband talks about what beauty is. In the sestet the lady wants to know what he thinks about her beauty, and then Volta happens to resolve in a political answer.
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Superficial, shallow, only skin deep,
Beauty, as beauty buffs may bemoan, lies
In a beholder's discreet pair of eyes,
Doubt if from a shallow skin can it peep.
It has to glow and gleam from deep within
To emanate from holder's feeling heart,
And seldom a thing of the visual art,
Born of one’s heart, beauty's more felt than seen.
Fine, fine, but how many Helens you think
You give to me, hailing from head or heart?
Beholders of beauty when think, they blink,
And since it spills over from every quart,
I doubt if Helens is a fair measure
For you— my heart’s Helen, my sole pleasure.
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Sonnets | 04.02.2008, revised Sept 2022|
Couplets
by Mir Taqi Mir
loose translations by Michael R. Burch
Sharpen the barbs of every thorn, O lunatic desert!
Perhaps another hobbler, limping by on blistered feet, follows me!
?Mir Taqi Mir, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
My life is a bubble,
this world an illusion.
?Mir Taqi Mir, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Selflessness has gotten me nowhere:
I neglected myself far too long.
?Mir Taqi Mir, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
I know now that I know nothing,
and it only took me a lifetime to learn!
?Mir Taqi Mir, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Love's just beginning, so why do you whine?
Why not wait and watch how things unwind!
?Mir Taqi Mir, loose translation by Michael R. Burch
Even if you see the world upside down
We all have different ways to see the world
Meeting people of all kinds, from different cultures
Have a common focus, and keeping your attention
Fantasy and play are good in many ways
Why not, a snowman up and down
Exploring alternatives, expanding the perspectives
Believe in the best of everybody,
we belong to each other
Being different means you are unique
Do not pass by,
go back and make a brand new start
Just a little smile,
may have the ability to change a human day
Do you see the star far over there?
It is the Bethlehem Star or the Christmas Star
A shining beauty full of secrets
No matter where you are, we can look at it together
You, the snowman and me
One day the snowman will melt,
but the star will always remain
15.12.2017
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One day after returning from the moon,
Jerry found a Raccoon in his drawing room.
He was surprised to see it watching TV,
enjoying'Tom and Jerry' show with much glee.
An idea crept into Jerry's mind soon
why not teach Tom a lesson by the Raccoon!
So Jerry told him about all his plights,
how Tom was harassing him day and night.
'OK,I'll teach him a lesson',was Raccoon's vow,
'but see that I act with you in cartoon show'.
Hearing this Jerry smiled,'sure,it will be soon
changed to a show of Jerry and Raccoon'.
Then he guided him to nearby Tom's house
stealthily big Raccoon followed little mouse.
At that time Tom was having a sound nap,
the big Raccoon easily took him in his lap.
'I will throw him over there to the moon',
smilingly murmured the big Raccoon.
What happened after this I don't know, sorry
can't tell you the end of this little story.
There may be a change in the cartoon show soon,
Tom may be missing,Jerry will act with that Raccoon!
© kashinath karmakar
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By:kashinath karmakar (30th March 2011,photo based)