Shouting across the void, I’ve begged for you;
I’ve heard my straining voice fall lost to the
Abyss between us two; Ignoring my plea,
The echo returned not, no answer due.
Peering into the gulf—oh! what a view—
Reflection there was none, no none to see;
Heeding thus firstly your true nihility,
The echo unreturning, I turned from you.
The echo returns not and neither I.
Forging my faith on solid ground, on earth,
I abandon your illusory hope—
And doing so I leave a dry well dry.
Away with all your falsly minted mirth,
With the true love of my life I elope.
Naught has changed since ye left,
World moves with all its heft,
Night is as ere,
Moon light too there,
Only, sleep’s gone bereft.
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Gulzaar | 15.03.2023 | rhyme
Poet’s note: Translation, from my collection of lyricist Gulzar’s short shyries.
Tere jane se to kuchh badala nahi,
raat bhi aayi chand bhi tha, magar neend nahi.
nature has no ego, no self it is life giving all
from within.
Eons back there was naught what so,
Cosmic existence as we know,
Matter nor space now so rife,
Day nor night, death nor life,
All there was, was darkness
All around wrapped in nothingness,
And all-pervading cosmic will
Whence rose desire, the seed primeval—
Desire to manifest,
But who knows it the best?
One Alone, He may know,
Or He too may not know.
Perchance, love made first move,
When naught was, there was love.
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Musings |06.10.2022|
Poet’s note: A Sukta on creation of cosmic reality in Rig Veda conjectures on how it all started. Where this all came from? It wonders if even God knows. Based on scientific evidence we now know all this cosmos is very much there and it started off from that Big Bang over 14 billion years ago. Thousands of years back Indic seers made this Sukta, based on no scientific evidence, nor reasoning, but on ‘visionary, yogic, or mystical experience put in words’. Rig Veda says it was cosmic will, desire to manifest. This piece , a free verse, says: at the root of it all it is love. ‘When naught was there, there was love’.
If my eyes behold thee
your spoils meet my loins
yet the spaces find its stream
travelling through lands
Just once
I lived in the craddle
launched my fears
soiled my neck
recast my scenes
just to say never
just once I live
Laughing at the size of life
taking turns when I expect naught
just once I live
Life is once
*Image of Harvest Mouse by KK News.
In Naught Out Wins Love
Prime blooms tryst dawns dew
midst steel spires vaunts vaults blue
save roots points of view
wrought grounds too firm to gauge through
yields sound replete for that shrew
2021 September 04
Abstracted Naught
David J Walker
As soon as they left
You head
The limpid thoughts
Headed south
The words that parted
Your lips
passed you mouth
In ways not meant for
Distracted thought
But still slipped
into the
Abstracted naught
Of something you wished
you’d never thought
Especially wished
you’d never said
GIFY: By Tokyo Mega Plex
Naught Meant To Be
"I used to know you as the best, but now I don't remember your name?"
--Anonymous quote
Best friends who imagined were inseparable,
who did things together as one or otherwise,
such seems to please both till the inevitable,
as these dynamics that befell did jeopardize.
Coherency part ways due to varied questions,
defended futile answers facing the heedless,
as gunfire of a tit-for-tat shelled confessions,
blanks are laden via ammo with dark secrets.
Each wave of regret and surge of apologies,
crashed mercilessly on an unforgiving coast,
plus in the face of our modern technologies,
entirely aiming clear attempted their utmost.
As forbearance slips at a faraway crossroad,
dual forces unwittingly catch some time out,
as acquaintances noticed our esteem erode,
confidence shadowy loses, without a doubt.
Best friends who imagined were inseparable,
coherency part ways due to varied questions,
each wave of regret and surge of apologies,
as forbearance slips at a faraway crossroad.
2020 December 11
*2nd Place*
My Created Form- Rhyme4 Mix
~~Constance La France
Naught for the Faint in Heart
Harrowing bloodcurdling decapitations, decomposing cadavers, and spine-tingling minions of apparitions,
that unravels in this gothic horror too spooky for the sane,
a haunted house wizard's necromancy as orbs creeps out the culled to unnerving extreme conditions,
with levitations abound as specters possess those they drain,
a witch incantations o'er boiling cauldron with the eyes of newt, whorling bats, hooting owl renditions,
arched black cat hissing as the mangled mouse shrieks wane,
hair-raising tools of chainsaws, pitchforks, guillotines, scythe, thumbscrews, and fatal games of volitions,
petrified palpitations immeasurable to read a pulmonary vein.
2020 October 30
*5th Place*
8 Lines of Spooky Rhyme
~~Tania Kitchin
I look into the mirror
And see not myself
But my refection breathing
Yet I AM NAUGHT?
8/23/20
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2020 ©
This part
the debut
of my golden era
So many years
of labor from
but a child
continue
The senses fade
Waterworks rush
to precipitous edge
as I study the fall
and its consequence
My eyes are dimmed
Cognition fades
I grew my tresses long
and luxurious
donned a gown
on a body
wanting for nourishment
but love is nowhere
I find no reason to celebrate life
This was last chance
Dreams of travel
are no more
I know not
where I belong
The future
falls from view
My heart finally
weeps through
faded windows
Hope seeks hope
as this frame
crumbles to naught
I simply am.
My spirit stands
as a robot
awaiting commands.
Maybe this
is finally
my purgatory
for having loved you.
Integrity is such a trudge
Its easier to buy a judge
For Trump, Barr none,
Trump's will be done
Americans love a good fudge
Don't say you're sorry
It will make me worry
I remember what you said before
True - change is a challenging chore
You see me laughing
But, I'm crying in the inside
You see me conquering
But, I'm dying with no pride
You are on my bewildered brain
Still, do you think that I'm insane?
I'm scared to spiral downwards
Into the drain of worthless words
Learning to accept you're not around
Why did you reject me on the ground?
I'm a lost and found sheep in His eyes
I'm looking for His truth beneath the lies
The rain from my eyes pour forth sorrow
Like tears from the clouds of no tomorrow
The grain of the field is drowning in grief,
Wondering when they'd be nourished with relief.
You stole my THOUGHTS, but all for naught, as first i DO --
Ha, ha! Joke's on you
December 26, 2019
A Thief who Steals your Thoughts contest
Sponsor: Bobby May
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When none with me
A night beside,
Biggest naught inside.
Life in threat,
And I fight,
Fight with the fate.
A pen, a poem,
This life is a game.
Who wants to love
Retreats by seeing in me
A folk of hungry humen.
I miss, miss you much,
But I can't give up this den.
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