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Sohni Mahiwal - Love epic
Love has ever retained its glow,
for years and centuries have passed,
True to its eternal constant flow,
in history, etched and cast.
When Sohni swam across, in no boat,
as every evening craved her bare soul,
Held an earthen pot that kept her afloat,
as sun slowly slid to the other pole,
Soul mate Mahiwal waited at the bank,
as she emerged from water serene,
The world tagged them as crank,
an ocean as if walked to the supreme,
Lost in absolute zero, the two daily met,
till the envied dears played a foul game,
The trust woke up to a life's regret,
the punctured pot, waters were in flame,
Waves engulfed to set them free,
united by death, they rode the tides,
Heavenly abode beyond the skies,
Alive in hymns as their souls sing out !
Written July 30th, 2015
For contest "Epic only" by SKAT A
On tragic love story of Sohni and Mahiwal
Some days are ten, some days are zero
Today's been a zero so far
My actions have been criticized all day
Can't measure up to the bar
Perhaps the bar is set way too high
For this guy who's nearing the end
The things are not all that important I feel
But seem so important to my friend
Forgive me again if I'm doing things wrong
But more important is happiness
It's shaken by some big misunderstandings
Silly and getting to be quite a mess
Time to step back and renew our loving vows
To accept love without reservation
Small things that get blown out of proportion
Must solve for our love's preservation
Some days are ten, some days are zero
So far today's been a zero
Ame manter e continuar
Já sabemos:
começar é fácil. Parar é mais fácil ainda.
Chega-se sempre à primeira frase,
Chega-se ao primeiro número da revista,
ao primeiro mês de amor.
Cada começo é uma mudança
AH!
O coração humano vicia-se em mudar
Esquece de continuar!
O coração humano
Vicia-se na novidade da partida,
Fica viciado no início,
na inauguração,
na primeira linha
na página branca,
na luz e no barulho das portas a abrir.
AH! Começar é fácil.
Aprendi que o mais natural é criar
e o mais difícil de tudo é continuar.
O esforço de fazer continuar no tempo
as coisas que se julgam boas
— sejam amores ou tradições, monumentos ou amizades
— é o que distingue os seres humanos.
Começar do zero,
ao contrário
do que sempre pretenderam todos os revolucionários do mundo,
é gratuito.
Faz com que não seja preciso
estudar, aprender, respeitar, absorver, continuar.
Se quer prosperar
Ame manter!
Ame continuar!
My heart beats real fast
Your love is absolutely vast
Let's escape reality
Dreams will set us free
Run away from our doubts and anxiety
Together, we will go oh so far - don't worry
Keep an eye on serenity's hold
Soon, we will be the price of gold
Our lives are living a dreamscape
Sometimes, we can get out of shape
But, happiness is what we will earn
As long as the fires of desire burn
You have been the kind of person that is really nice...not cold like ice
But, with kindness comes a price...like picking out a grain of rice
Zero in on me now...I was high as a kite in your arms of desire
You give me hope somehow...you set my brazen heart on fire
Let's escape wretched reality
Dreams are for you and me
Home is where the heart is
Light is hidden in the abyss
At the mercy of anticipatory anxiety, hence...
viz hitted courtesy debilitating panic attacks
Upon waiting for vehicular repair
today November 19th, 2019 at:
CJ'S TIRE & AUTOMOTIVE SERVICES
(1405 S Township Line Rd,
Royersford, PA 19468),
yours truly, i.e. mister re: man
registered lamentable paroxysm.
All thru mein kampf inferiority complex
analogous invisible muscular heft did flex,
quaking, hijacking, agonizing...
jinxed irrevocable hex
re: heredity did initially index
courtesy Boyce and Harris,
who begat me
guaranteed, fixed, decreed...
courtesy accursed lex
lucifer mortal christened
Matthew Scott Harris – insinuated
jackknifed, kickstarted, limned,
machined, nixed, ordered... orifex
encompassing hardiest inscrutable
seminal entry point
penetrated zona pellucida, qua Rex
wrought flawed crown
faulty erroneous biological code,
within body electric mutation
fleshed out, I lament
analogous courtesy neophyte Unix
programmer, yes I hedge
to intimate biological event
upon impregnation sent
reproductive juices into action
miracle whipped processes
wielded unbeknownst advent,
whereby subsequent
cell division manifested,
albeit nine months later enfant
terrible asper:in,
this then newborn gent
lo' within zygote,
every generic ingredient
already harbored yours truly
characteristic weaknesses full extent
unbeknownst until DNA blooper rent
birthed, thence as I developed absent
pronounceable kinks vis a vis
trademark characteristics became present
evinced thru behavioral, emotional,
interpersonal, neurological aberrations
costing me (lake dude...) woebegone descent
wretchedness faux forfeiting every moment
only recent (think today)
entire existence misspent
oddly enough even compromising
ability to serve meant
two daughters, (especially eldest)
decry horrible life pent
up with rage against human machine
referring to paternal birth parent,
whose pathetic example rent
asunder psyches linked with offspring
hence, I best ought to have
joined a convent (ha).
Twas really only of late,
I realized fuller blown extent
house zing deplorable... state
absolute zero scholastic, tete a tete
opportunistic, generic, athletic...
*****sapien astride oblate
spheroid devoid of any
marketable skill doth resonate.
The warden's dog steals every snack,
The inmates plot to get them back.
A daring heist for honey buns,
'Til Fluffy wins, and off he runs!
The gym’s a war of flexing might,
Larry claims he’s built for flight.
He jumps, he flaps, he hits the ground,
The weights just watch, they don’t rebound.
The prison chef’s the true enigma,
Serving stew with chunks of stigma.
Was that a bean, or was it glue?
If it still moves—you're doomed too.
Tattoo artist, cellblock legend,
Ink by day, regrets by seven.
An eagle looked so tough and wise,
Now it's a penguin with lazy eyes.
The books are old, the pages torn,
The plot? Confusing since day one.
Billy swears it's full of schemes,
Turns out—just grandma's cookie dreams.
The great escape? Just pure finesse,
Using spoons with zero success.
One guy digs for seven years,
He found a pipe—now he’s in tears.
Lights go out, the stories start,
Tallest tales with zero heart.
"Elvis once lived in this cell!"
Sure, and unicorns patrolled as well.
Wintertime
A seasonal shift most wished-for
Wind chill factor drops below zero
Flakes begin to plunge over icy lakes’
Snowbirds angered by the blizzard,
Frostbitten icicles dangle from the leafless trees
Gold and silver jingle bells glide in the wintry snow
Slushy snow powdery the slippery roads
Hot cocoa heat beloved shivering bodies
The smell of spiced pumpkin pies in the atmosphere
Hair damp from the northern wet cold
Kids playing and forming snowballs
Depression froze away among the sleet rain
Swallow tears dissipate along gusty snow flurries
Shades use for the drifts of snow in the footpath,
Foggy mornings; pure white nights-burr
Snowed in mornings aside the toasty fireplace,
Blissful ice-kisses gracefully unending
Wintertime an occasion whereas, affection submounts
He was a hero (not)
Infinite frigid cool-frozen cold subzero
A circle infinite ero
Resting on a pillow
Nestled in asleep in the willow
Mouth wide open, open curtains
Has a guest, not his wife and let
He rose,
She rose
Not a Godly man
Steppin out, and (just got caught)
Now label both them just wearin a sheet
Standin on their feet
in vitro-vitro
Not a good righteous couple neither one of them
Mine hero they’re just zeros
This couple of adulterers no heroes
4/18/22
Let's Minichu on zero Poetry Contest
Rhyme poetry form only.
Sponsored by: Mohan Chutani
Time held us together
as we pushed the hands of fate
knowing it's better to be forgiving
than a heart consumed by hate.
It didn't make sense for you to walk away
now, I'm a distant memory
like the storm clouds of yesterday.
when i ate up your thoughts
you spit out my dreams
now you hold on to sleepless nights
foolish as it seems.
Alone you stay scarred
with a heart less than broken
I just wanted to say goodbye
but those words were never spoken
So, i weighed my heavy heart
against Yours beating less than zero
you made me out to be the villain
when all i ever wanted was just to be your hero...
The squeak of rubber is the crunch of snow
Under the steps of my winter boots
As I walk through the Below Zero
And when the day breaks
The air itself is as white as if
One is looking through mesh of a screen door
The cold so cold it can be seen
In-between
Smells like candle wax on my sleeves
The tree limbs criss crossed like milky yarn
Unraveled across the sky
And the tattle of thistle and sunflower seed
Slides from my hands
Down the silo of a bird feeder stand
Stuck in the snow like a stake
I leave this trail of food
True
For the finches drained of their color
And the black-capped chickadees
That sing and chirp despite it all
A pitch of song that lifts the woods
To attention
Harassing the foxes
That prance upon smuggling moles
With their noses
Always pointed toward attack
Exactly to the North Pole
No one knows how or why
But can you imagine the divine advantage
Those foxes have over the flesh and blood
Of their tiny prey?
But I am here for a certain squirrel
That I’ve been helping all season
I don’t know if he’s a young kid with a disability
Or an old man on his last leg
But half his fur fell off in December
And his one hind leg
Is as bare a bone as a devoured chicken wing
It seems to stick straight up
Stuck in position
He can only drag through the deep snow
And cling to the base of trees
He’s half the size of others
His exposed backbone wrinkled like a lizard
Some days he doesn’t show up at all
But other days
There he is
Surprise!
Still struggling to survive
Don’t tell me
Creatures are not feeling and thinking
Afraid of death and agony
Or even dreaming of joy they once knew
The best I can do
With my own waning power
Is to favor him
With a simple toss of human compassion
A kernel of chance
And spend the day
Watching through my window
Wondering and worrying about him
Living.