To Dear Simar on her birthday
Adorable, charming,
sweet mesmerising smile,
Familiar grace,
twinkle in dreamy eyes;
Essence of wisdom,
unfolding humour,
You subtly touched
our longing heart;
Our son’s cherished soul,
You became our daughter
from the very start.
Watching you together
brings us joy,
For in your happiness
our hearts abide.
O’ dear Simar…
Treasure our love
endless unseen, crystal pure,
Feel in inner sanctum,
realm of myriad realisms;
Soft as mist of rain,
tranquil as moonshine,
Heavens will fall
as you requite.
On this special day,
beneath the birthday skies,
May the eloquent elixir
flow deep to marrow,
Abundance embrace
through dusk and dawn,
Wherever life may take
you both to roam,
May love and laughter
always lead you home.
We raise a toast
to this beautiful day,
To the lovely soul
who lights our way;
May your every dream
each wish come true,
How blessed we are
that life brought us you.
September 1, 2026
© Dr Upma A. Sharma
My home, my quiet refuge, kept in perpetual watch
On the outside pristine walls
Immaculate surface reflecting sky’s light
Misery coloured by blue and white
A little porch with a bench feels almost amicable
Please have a seat, but don’t make yourself too comfortable
Quiet as it kept, in my own lone familiar way I’m hiding what’s vulnerable. What if they see…?
Plants that shrivelled and died, under-watered or perchance overwatered, flooded with choices
Stairs that requite every misstep with a chorus of plaintive voices
A gash on the ceiling, arousing tension between two puzzles, both equally appealing
To fill the vacant spaces or keep them sealed
That one room where everything meets and at times, startlingly enough, disappear without a trace
Unspoken fears that pressed against the walls left peeled paint in its place
And askew bedside lamp, a night time witness to my despair
I could have possibly taken joy in owning it. That seems about right. But instead, I’ll just give them blue and white
Last Chance
In between the shadows
of forgotten yesterdays
Light’s glimmer calling out to me
on bended knee I pray
— Two angels appear before me —
their arms are open wide
A glimpse of all eternity
— alive within their eyes —
Last chance to heed the Caller
last memory to ordain
Last chance to heed the Caller
— my destiny proclaimed
***
Your Servant
If I was granted one star
from the heavens
To illumine the very blackest
of days
In debt to the universe
but free of the dark
A servant I’d kneel
— celestial to pray
***
Lettered In Sound
Creating new music
inside of each word
Harmonic inscription
— to read and be heard
***
What Imagery Proffers
The deception of reality
lost in plain sight
What the eye often swears to
a mirage will requite
Sentience teases
with each sound and each smell
What imagery proffers
— and vision compels
(The New Room: May, 2026)
To what do I owe this fear
The feeling of God coming too near
No shadows or footsteps or voices appear
Just little places and thoughts made clear
Yet day after day looking to find
What I find everyday that little sign
Sometimes I surrender to that I pine
Jumping with glory after His being kind
But still I fear hearing that voice
Knowing what I know now is it my choice
It's undiscovered if I would fear or rejoice
Sometimes I wonder if His mischief is boist
I see the world around me crumbling fast
Yet my Bible says This is'nt the last
I never think of the economy or if it crash
My interest lye in history to some the ancient past
Scriptures have a way of coming to life
Predicting the future was a Prophets way of strife
God has His chosen, The Groom has a Wife
Is the wedding over was there any requite
Or could God be thinking over
What to do with my life
Are little signs a calling To God and his might
When does seeing God beholding a Holy Light
Or asking His request with in reach of your sight
When will I finally see It's the best thing in my life
When will i ever find that Gods voice is His right
Blasted by these days and hours?
Know thee not alone!
Cursed dog, how ye devours!
Build thy throne of bone!
Dark fire, whistle through each vein!
I am God and Death!
Coming wrath, art thou insane?
Dragon, fire thy breath!
Vampire, hide thy coffin well.
Witch, thy favorite spell.
O for Heaven without Hell!
Hear me, wedding bell!
Thought-spark, sing in me! Bright bold!
I must find more gold!
What to have and when to hold?
How it's getting cold...
Rabid is the ravine? When?
Does it need to be?
Sacred vision, then again!
Prophet, poet. Mead!
Doom and Death, thy coworker.
How I must requite!
Cast, enchantment! Slick and sure!
Erebus means Night!
Volcano above me?
Well, Capacocha's dark.
Say a word for fancy-free!
Covenant, Boy, and Ark!
Written: May 11, 2025, for contest by Joseph May
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A crimson sky breaks the distant shore,
Whispers of dawn amidst a quiet uproar.
The sea exhales a deep-seated hope,
Awakening dreams where echoes cope.
Sailing through the waves, the sails expand,
Symbols of bravery, a gently twirling strand.
The horizon promise shines as a bright guide,
Leading my spirit beyond the dimming side.
From the shadows, the wings of time ascend,
Caressing sunlight with lofty dreams, transcend.
On paths yet to be discovered, hearts reignite;
Every step becomes a life that is requite.
Raw? Depends on what you saw.
Disaster? From jaw.
Who's the master? Real or raw?
Melee, mighty, maw...
Peoples of the ocean blue?
Vehicles to ride?
What exactly do we do?
Heaven and Hell, hide?
Tide of all tomorrows!
I requite you each!
Surcease of our sorrows?
It must be in our reach!
Peaches grow in gardens?
An orchard is the place.
Wolverines dwell deep in dens!
Rage lurks on the face!
Tyrant of the desert storm?
He's been keeping warm?
Hornets, scorpions, on swarm!
Foment, O my form!
Charm around the ruler's neck?
This will keep safe lords?
Sullen summertime, thy speck.
Light of Sin, fill gourds.
Judgement? For a prophet?
By what right, sir, and when?
Now? Well, this is, Tophet.
O dragons, from thy den...
Unnumbered army etheric;
Dost thou oppose his rule?
Prefer then the nerves a-prick!
Utmost, adverse, school!
Dubious battle on those plains?
Heaven, must ye fall?
Throne afire? Wait for the rains!
Field, get rid of all!
All is lost? Nowhere I've seen.
Unconquerable will.
Only in a dream, machine!
Immortals, pay bill.
Vengeance study? Thus requite.
Courage, doth submit?
Hatred, sing in me and fight!
Enemies to quit.
Nine full days and nights ahead?
Tartarean gloom.
Tonight we dine with the dead.
Red lighthouse a-tomb.
Abashed, devil? But you stood!
Awful, history? Good!
Naga tomb, thy neighborhood.
Nether regions, brood.
April 8 Praises to God Bible Meditations Based on 2Samuel 16-18
Key Verse – 2Samuel 16:12 It may be that the LORD will look on mine affliction, and that the LORD will requite me good for his cursing this day.
PRAISE BE TO GOD WHO LOOKS ON OUR AFFLICTION
Praise be to God for looking on our affliction by His:
Leadership and protection along His guidance
Life-propping principles toward our gearing
Loving pardon midst His graciousness
Lifting-up peace against gloom
Light to propel our gratitude
2Samuel 17:7 Praise be to the Lord Who gives us
good counsel that is always:
Timely during trials
True and trustworthy
Teaching us to triumph
Tested for our testimony
Tenacious against traitors
2Samuel 18:27-28 Praise be to the Saviour for
good tidings of His:
Biblical salvation of eternal best
Blissful character trait-building
Beneficial ministry business
Beautiful legacy-brand
Bountiful blessings. Amen!
April 8, 2024
He mistook her kindness for weakness.
That was when she rose
with eyes full of fire
a song full of mirth
and a heart infused with love.
This same compassion that
she showed others,
she had learned to show herself.
He hesitated...
he hadn't known
she was a different kind of fire...
she was a different kind of love..
she was a different kind of song.
The way she fought for others,
she had finally learned
to requite in love for herself,
And that was a force
to be reckoned with.
You want to requite my love;
You already have with a ring
And many years of life
So this I command you to bring:
A bouquet of chocolate flowers -
Each with a nice, dark button
Comparable to your eyes -
And a fragrance as divine.
Put it together with care -
Tape it inconspicuously -
Present it when I’m caught unawares
And you have hours to give me.
Such a bouquet - bright and simple -
As native as the mourning dove -
Would be a challenge worthwhile
Your time and your love.
The fires they breach far and wide
yet leaving no nest not low or high
the closer it gets the farther we fly
wind swept smoke clouding the eyes
distance by distance higher the height
homes all gone as we struggle for life
sometimes surrounded, safety in flight
leaving those behind who could not fight
Land for a moment till heats comes nigh
then keep going or else die
no creature is spared behind in sight
a burning retreat required requite
in the darkness of night fleeing the light
that consumes all in it's way
the closer it gets panic and fits
it causes without delay
through it all that endless request
we make from day to day
grant us life a way to live
and a way to get away
It cannot burn the ocean
and it cannot burn the sand
a wall of safety so secure
till fuel is turned to ashes
the terror is past and we've been asked
is there anything left behind
then and there at that moment
I knew when doves cry
What a beautiful woman I have the pleasure to know
And to give all my love to, although I can't show
It outwardly, maybe one day
The chance will come and to her face I can say
That I love her, that she means the world to me
And she would hug me and kiss me and I would then be
Floating on petals, living my dream
If you looked in my eyes you'd notice a gleam
And the birds would be singing and my world would be right
For I found my companion now who can requite
The times are few and far between
When I just play and you just sing
And in those times, at least for me
Exist tacit moments of pure esprit
Did you ever have the perfect day,
One that you didn't want to fade away?
If I could freeze a moment there
I'd save it for my future fare
Recalling to my heart's delight
While never having to requite
Memories contain my mind's candlelight
As death will come like a setting sun
My life's final breath becomes a long night
In its dim-lit shades, I'll find what was right
The years I know have already begun
Memories contain my mind's candlelight
All that is left are the poems I will write
that show a life lived I could not outrun
My life's final breath becomes a long night
My days and nights turn before they take flight
With my written words of passion undone
My memories contain my mind's candlelight
When I die, they'll find poems to recite
even if they are read-only for fun
My life's final breath becomes a long night
To those I love, I will leave my requite
As I've shared my years, life's circle has spun
Memories contain my mind's candlelight
My life's final breath becomes a long night
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