Each day the window
opens to a new dawn
bringing the treasures
of the mind
into the world
to remove the darkness
all around
The golden opportunity
to capture the clouds
lies in the choices
you make to move forward
with the waves of light
beaming from above
What it takes to overcome
fear is simply the love
flowing from the heart
where the reservoir of
silence shines bright
So often we forget
our dreams and get entangled
with the illusions
that misleads us
into the dark pathways
where its difficult
to escape
We must be mindful
of the truth and to seek
the wisdom that rise
above everything
To unfold the gifts of
nature and to be in
awareness of being
is the richness
of life
In the sweet spring air,
We love a long walk.
I fancy he listens
As I blabber and talk.
I playfully sigh
Once we come in the door —
Someone’s muddy paws
Have painted the floor.
In the hot summer air,
We drive to the beach.
He pulls off my flip flop,
And runs out of reach.
As dusk settles in,
He nips at a firefly;
While never successful,
He loves to just try.
In the brisk fall air,
I need time to breathe,
But he begs, “one more time,
Throw my ball to retrieve!”
When I bring out the pumpkin,
He wants his fair share.
I say, “down boy, down!”
But he acts unaware.
In the cold winter air,
Snow lands on his face . . .
Just a second of calm —
Then a squirrel to go chase!
Only back inside does he now shake off,
Melting snow and frost cascading.
I groan but deep down I know:
What makes his personality his own
Are his quirks and irks,
Misdeeds and misleads,
Imperfection but true affection,
That I would, of course, never consider trading.
Like a fear-filled cactus bud, I keep my heart shut.
Like prey before predators, I become wary.
Fearing myself, I hide myself within my hut.
Unknown loads, involuntarily, I carry.
I flatter, in the name of cool conversation.
I demand respect instead of commanding it.
Virtues, in day-to-day life, find degradation.
Values, like salt-tinged iron, corrode bit-by-bit.
Selfishness and self-righteousness find their zenith
Deception, like the mirage, misleads the conscience.
Truthfulness has turned into an obsolete myth.
Tolerance faces herein constant remonstrance.
Stress, strain, sadness, and sorrow prosper and flourish.
All that had been considered good becomes rubbish.
Stuck out on
a highway
between reality
and truth
The status quo
of transience
allures as it
deludes
Looking for an
exit ramp
to slow
my troubles down
Each sign I see
in bold relief
misleads
to distant towns
Till finally
I hear it
though faint
within the wind
From distant North
it beckons forth
to welcome me
within
The truth
respects no congress
and tows the line
for none
It flies within
our hopes and dreams
to leave us
— zero sum
(The New Room: February, 2025)
And she gave one more toy to her cry-child.
Yet, not a single look, it wailed on still,
Grew restless, hard to soothe and deeply riled,
But as mothers do, she knew what was ill.
She was Maya---the formless that we find,
Who strews along our paths a pile of toys
In hope that human souls, by grace inclined,
Would winnow fleeting pleasures from true joys.
Her deep illusion-clad love we can see
As light from darkness is at last untwined,
From ignorance, foam from the waves of sea,
And from Maya, mother is seen so kind.
And lo, when tallest of ceilings we tame,
We learn: ceilings and roofs are all the same.
__________________________________
Sonnet | 07.01.2012, recast July 2023|
Note: Maya is traditionally seen as an elusive thing that misleads. This piece sees her as mother that in maternal care spreads a lot of toys in our path so that we know to discriminate the good from bad.
"Dreams do this, Catcher"
mystery in the heart
misleads the kiss
the kiss bleeds
like a somersault
backwards
into the comfort
of the dream
we find hidden notes
written in the music
we miss the heart’s
true translation
we turn the page
we get down
on our knees
too late the prayers
are taken in the plate
alms waiving
backstop
out of the park
the soft fall
shot hard
left field
right field
catcher
(LadyLabyrinth / 2023)
You can’t teach poetry pro forma
it’s the effort of a fool
You can’t gain sagacity from a book
or by the golden rule
You can’t be what you haven’t lived
the safety net misleads
You can’t bleed with another’s blood
transfused each phrase deceives
The dance floor or the balcony
true seekers get to choose
And write those words their pain has forged
—that dilettantes misuse
(Dreamsleep: April, 2023)
Deep into the forest I tread,
Nothing along but a sense of dread.
The gloomy canopy
Of the spectral gigantic trees
Block the clear sky,
Led solely by
The unblinking third eye.
Lost amidst bewilderment,
Blindfolded by the guileful semblence.
Darkness misleads the way,
Wolf hunts in a deer veil.
There is woven a web of lies,
But Allurement is yet to overwhelm
The unblinking third eye.
A path made of thorns,
There is blood trail all along.
The smell incites the beasts,
Lurking around to prey upon.
Every moment, a wrestle to live or die,
Yet accompanied by
The unblinking third eye.
Title Chosen - Unblinking Third Eye
Contest Name - Pick-A-Title, Vol 31
Sponsor - Edward Ibeh
Date - 18th July, 2022
All my ardent desires
lie in her protective hands:
life, future, worthiness,
values, trust, and happiness;
may my soulmate be
practical in severe judgment,
and understand that
the strongest man can be
can be made weak by defeat!
Bring the best in me
without expecting miracles,
without exceeding your anger
in swift misunderstandings;
listen attentively and don't miss
specific needs fulfilling them hastily...
when my fidelity strays and misleads!
We spend days planning
our tomorrow with true enthusiasm,
taking out the bitterness
of hurtful thoughts that often interfere
with the idealistic dreams
that shouldn't be a delusive prism...
reflecting inaccurate and alluring
images of what we actually are!
Bring the best in me
by strengthening the weakness I show
through infidelity with deceitful words
that hide the ugliest truth;
whatever you deny me
turns into caresses that won't smooth
your obsessive doubts,
but create deep wounds
while fears outgrow!
Words To Mislead You!
I misjudge you, misjudge and only misjudge
to know your parts, sides unexplored,
to know your thoughts, words unexplored,
to know your heart, emotions swirled up, to misjudge you...
I mislead you, mislead and only mislead
to know your path, taken alone,
to know your side, routed alone,
to know your aim, only to wait, to mis-lead you!...
I doubt your claim, only doubt and doubt
to know your fame, only fame,
to know your shame, when you're framed,
just keep my words, to your claim,
to know your truth, and your doubt...
Believe me, I don't care, care is misleading, it
misleads you and not even spare, the
time, you wished, with your time, un-cared...
I saw you lost, so that's why,
I misjudge you, mislead you and
doubt your claim. I didn't care you
but your words, my time flew fast, by
unknown, unexplored, alone and misjudged...
I speak these words, words, just to mislead you!
We don't see things as they are, we see them as we are."
-Anaïs Nin
Memories of heart, half buried in open graves,
expectations etched in enchanted dreams.
Tear sodded sights, dry preoccupied minds
unknown truth camouflage visible known lies.
Clear 20/20 vision all blurred beyond a veil,
thought filled head, blankets a dawdled mind.
Temptress of emotions, seduces and misleads
distorted light bends, through eyes of prism mind.
Bright yellow refracts, into shades of sunset pink,
deep blue shimmers in orange hide and seek.
We morph and mould, a cocktail of our own,
rivulets scream soft roars, of invisible torrents.
I see sunflowers blooming on your snowflakes,
bumbling butterflies, or insects in cocoon ?
You see distant deep craters all dusty faraway...
My eyes blaze in love, as I see my beautiful moon.
7th February 2020
Sponsor Maureen McGreavy
Contest Name She Inspires Series - AN
Placed third in the premiere contest
O’ dear look-
the garden of lilac
and cheery is
alive
But- butterfly is dead
bees are flying
distractedly
Lover and beloved
on opposite doors
of garden
News are fractured
in fractional
lands
You’re walking
against feelings
on tears
I'm walking afar
on the queue
of ants
The soaked river
shore rubs out
memory
The soggy footstep
misleads our
feelings
The sun is going
behind the lap
of mountain
No fragrance of
wonderful news
in my inbox
Per bit of breath
feels lonely in the
orbit of moon
Cheap wine’s dealer
is coming in
boozy odors
Macadam, rocks and
pebbles plays game
of shock together
For next day all
words lock up
my ink pot
For coming back you
and wonderful news
I'm waiting
-October 30, 2018 Chattogram
Love with nature is bliss of life,
It misleads all dread of life.
When Clouds appear in the sky,
When beautiful birds Fly.
When florets bloom and wane,
Allah can only create them again.
When sky shed tears,
Afterward rainbow appears.
Palatial buildings shift into ground,
Pond in nature Allah`s manifestations are all around.
Love with nature is bliss of life,
It misleads all dread of life.
By,
Asma Bashir
Liars’ Moon
Seems we’ve been friends forever.
I think you know what I feel –
That we should be together,
Because what we have is real.
This guy has come between us.
I don't know how you feel.
I’m not sure what he’s after,
But I don’t think he’s sincere.
He misleads you with laughter
To keep you from hearing clear,
And blinds your eyes with stardust.
He’s somebody you should fear.
Chorus:
He flatters you with practiced lies
Meant to entice and thrill.
He admits nothing, only implies--
Luring you into his will.
His cold-hearted kisses, and his Pied-Piper's tune,
Are just sunshine promises beneath a Liars' Moon.
I want you to consider
What each of us means to you.
Who should be in your future,
And who wants the best for you.
Who you can really count on;
Who'll be your truest true-blue.
NOTHING TO SOMETHING
I might be nothing
Though this nothing I am is made up of the most precious minerals,
But I am meant to be something.
I may come from nowhere
Though that no where I come from is filled with the most beautiful treasures
And just by seeking you could find them.
I might be silent I agree
But I am yet the loudest
And just by listening you might hear the sound of the true me.
I might be the weakest I agree
But yet the toughest to be deceived
To misleads I can defeat.
I might be easy to brake
Though I am the strongest
But I am meant to be toughest.
I might be the softest I agree
But I climbed through the roughest surface.
I am the coolest
But yet conquer the hotness you impose
I am dark in skin
But yet very bright I dream.
You might be the richest
But can’t afford the poorness I oppose
If YOU are the SWEETEST, I AM the SOWEREST
But yet the combination is the SMOOTHEST to rejoice
Either you believed the message is released
#by YondieG the dumb dude
But yet bigger in thoughts!!!!!!!
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