Smoothen Poems | Examples

Art Of Endurance

In desolate wasteland of deprivation,  
sauntering languidly with my indigent life, 
I tried tolerantly for so long 
to smoothen the angularities 
of our beleaguered bond. 

Swirling in the egregious whirlpool 
of searing indignation, 
sucked into the chasm
of despondent desertion,
I searched in vain 
for the pathway to your heart.
The feeling of dismal denial 
made me abandon the pursuit. 
 
But had I cultivated 
the art of endurance 
and stayed on resolute, 
I’d have seen the butterfly 
of yearning return reticent,  
flitter in the air of changed time 
on its wings of dream
in my sensuous sky 
with the lattice of your charisma. 

With the whispering wind 
it’d have created the music, 
harmonized with the rhythm of my heart, 
where longing would have danced 
with the ripples of rhapsody, 
roll between you and me, 
entwine us forever. 

Purifying the renascent craving called love, 
I’d have weaved the novel design of desire  
in the tapestry of heavenly togetherness, 
that wouldn’t have frayed
till the end of time.

The Poets

I envy the poets

The ones who can disentangle the threads of their thoughts 

And smoothen them out on paper

Each word, each letter, each curve of their quill laden with meaning, passion and emotion

These innocuous traces of ink

Do not mask the fervour in the minds of the poets 

I balk at their audacity 

And admire their ability 

I wonder, do their words ever choke them, as mine do?

Has their voice ever been swallowed by fear?

Do their ink-stained hands ever shake and their eyes well up with ardour as they put pen to paper?

Meanwhile, I yearn for the identity of 'This Sublime Poet'

I ask myself: Am I a poet yet? Or simply a writer? Or am I just someone who uses words to emote? 

Do my poems have an essence? A hidden interpretation derived by reading in between the lines? Or am I just one among countless others who hide behind the artificialities of language?

Do I possess any substance or do I lack it?

Am I the seed? Or the husk?

Or am I the fruit? Albeit the one that falls to the ground, wasted?

Lets Tango

The desolate wasteland of trepidation traversed 
by my jagged life that strived relentless for so long   
to smoothen the innate angularities of serrated mind, 
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of sucking indignation. 

Siphoned into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a pathway of passion within, 
leading through the pulsating portal to my affable heart, 
not yet frozen passive in the prolonged winter of desolation. 

The spring of longing came with fragrance of fervor, 
floated on the dreamful wings of fleeting emotive time
across the flush of my floral heart where you had flittered
like a butterfly creating the cadence of chromatic symphony. 

The concert of the mesmeric music of my yearning, 
refrained the rhythm of concealed current called love,
that rolled between you and me to interweave us forever, 
as engrossed emotions danced with the ripples of rhapsody.

Seek the Valley of Bliss

I will move the mountains,
From your shoulders to mine.
Show me your beautiful smile,
And let your uniqueness shine.

No mountain that I move will tire me,
As long as you're always around.
So you can walk a long, easy path,
Without any rocky grounds.

I'll push aside the mountain of doubt,
For you to see you beauty.
I won't stop until your smile lights the world,
I'll make that my biggest duty.

I'll split apart the mountains,
And let the vibrant rays shine in.
I'll smoothen all of the bumpy roads,
A relish in your grin.

I'll move mountains for you,
To show you the glistening sun.
Watch it set and gaze at the moon,
To remind you're number one.

I can move any mountains,
I will guide you through the path.
When things get rocky, I'll lead you through,
And you'll feel my cozy wrath.

Everest is nothing on me,
And your struggles won't climb through.
I will take you on a life-long journey,
And show my empathy towards you.

You help me in my trials,
You help me with my heart.
You help me with my inspiration,
You helped my laugh start.

Click, Click, Next

"It's been weeks now I've not heard from you

It's hard not to think that you avoiding me

I've tried to shake the feeling but I can't cause it's just that you,

showed me the other side of life, you were so good to me" 



I've been going through a phase and I'm off all pages

It's just me and the country roaming around

Trying to smoothen the edges

Cause I've been snapping a lot, I needed to get my head around 



For I've been putting it off for too long

That now it's putting me off

And I slowly not feeling so so strong

I feel like slowly I'm shutting off 



While I don't want to break down on the road

So I took a turn for the next exit

And found myself on the road to home

So that I can tow myself to get fixed 



I was done with the click click next attitude 

Going to next page without fixing the bug on the previous 

While I don't have the depth in fortitude

And just keeping up a strong self is getting tedious 



"It's been weeks now I hope you fine

Let me hope you just taking your time

To unwind and the minute you'll be fine

You'll reach out to me once you make the time" 



The PO£T

How I Wish

How I wish I can reach the sky
Bringing down the clouds to shield you from storms up high

How I wish I can reach the stars at night
Bringing light in your darkest night

How I wish I can bring a torch in every site
Litting the lives of those who need might...

If I can smoothen the coarse and dusty grounds
I will pave them all with my rough, dirty hands

If I can flatten each and every mountain
I will dig a hole to bring out a love fountain
From there all people can drink and wish
All good things... no hate, no leash

How I wish I can send a note
To everyone in this world without a hote
Thanking all of you for your warm thoughts that whish
You'll always be remembered in my  dreamed swish

How I wish...

St Kabeer Couplets 13: Clay To Potter Man

Clay clamours to potter man:
Too proud, today ye pound me,
A day will one day dawn, when
I’d smother the mortal thee.
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mati kahe kumhar se, tu kya raunde moye,
ek din aisa ayega mein raundungi toye.

The wheel of life turns round and round. One day it goes upward and then downward turns. Good and bad tidings alternate. It helps if one bears this in mind. A potter man was preparing his clay for his wheel by crushing it under his feet to smoothen it into a uniform lump. The clay seems to tell him: Today you are stomping me under your feet, but wait, a day is going to come when you would die and get buried under soil. Then, you too would be treated the same way.

The Art of Patience

In the desolate wasteland of deprivation  
Traversed listlessly by my indigent life 
I tried so very hard for so long  
To smoothen the angularities of our bond. 

Swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation 
Sucked into the abyss of despondent neglect
I searched in vain for the path to your heart
The feeling of dismal denial made me run away. 
 
But had I cultivated the art of patience and stayed on
I would have seen the butterfly of yearning return  
Flitting in the changed time on its dreaming wings 
In my sensuous sky with the lattice of your charisma. 

With the whispering wind it would have created the music 
Harmonized with the rhythm of my heart 
Where longing would have danced with ripples of rhapsody 
Roll between you and me to entwine us forever. 

Consecrating the renascent craving called love 
You would have weaved the design of desire  
On the tapestry of heavenly togetherness 
That would have stayed unfurled till the end of time.

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October 31, 2022
Contest : I Chose To Run, But Had I Stayed, Things 
               Would Have Been Like
Sponsored by : Anoucheka Gangabissoon

Entwining Ripples of Rhapsody

The desolate wasteland of deprivation traversed 
by my jagged life that tried so long so very hard  
to smoothen the angularities of the serrated mind, 
swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation. 

Sucked into sordid abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a path of passion within, 
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart, 
not yet frozen in the prolonged winter of despair. 

The spring of yearning came with fragrance of fervor, 
drifting on the dreamful wings of the sensuous time,  
from the flowers of my blooming heart where you flew 
like a butterfly creating cadence of surreal symphony. 

Harmonized with the mesmeric music of my longing, 
enthralled emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody 
that rolled between you and me to entwine us forever, 
consecrated the concept of concealed craving called love. 

You let it bloom with the floral design of fervent desire,
the patina of silky petals would shine till the end of time. 

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September 3, 2022
For A Brian Strand Premiere Choice Contest

Spare Them Too O Lord

Save blades of grass with giant trees,
Along with trees protect cool breeze.

Spare green with grey, wet with the dry,
Birds and beasts with smallest of bees;

And dear Lord, spare thou cow with calf,
Care too if a wolf hungry is.

Dreams in each eye, in heart wishes
By thee willed, O spare them all please.

Save rhythm with the dancing feet
Ere saving the anklets of his;

As so far spared, sheltered this earth,
Smoothen up now man’s forehead crease.

Fine, they’ve not dressed thy hurt finger,
Do spare them still, let their pains cease.
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Inspired by a Gujarati Ghazal by Pranav Pandya
Ghazal |05.11.2021|

Lattice of Desire

The desolate wasteland of deprivation traversed 
by my indigent life that tried so long so very hard  
to smoothen the angularities of the obtuse mind. 
Swirling in the egregious whirlpool of indignation, 
sucked into the dark abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for myself a path of passion within, 
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart, 
not yet frosted in the perennial winter of despair. 

The spring of yearning came in hour of awakening, 
soaring on the dreaming wings of the silenced time, 
stalled in my satin sky where you flew like a butterfly, 
its fluttering cadence created a surreal symphony, 
harmonized with the rhythm of music of my heart, 
where emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody 
that rolled between you and me to entwine us forever, 
consecrating concealed concept of craving called love. 
You made it diaphanous weaving the lattice of desire
on tapestry of longing to stay unfurled till end of time.

August 9, 2020
Contest : Strand Completely New (19)
Sponsor : Brian Strand

Quest For Self

The road was moving

Fast on the bay

With no compromise

Coming on the way.



Developing the hurdles

Didn't bother the path

To smoothen the travel

Was the job of the smart.



Destination was far to reach

From one point to another

The journey to finish

The quest to know the self so far.

Rohan Dhabade

Tapestry of Belonging

The forlorn wasteland of deprivation traversed
by my indigent life that tried long so very hard  
to smoothen the angularities of the obtuse mind.
Swirling in egregious whirlpool of indignation,
sucked into the abyss of despondent delirium,
I searched out for me a path of passion within,
leading through the pulsating portal to my heart,
not yet frosted in the bare winter of desolation.

The spring of desire came with hour of awakening,
soaring on the dreaming wings of the flying time.
In my sky you flittered like an beguiled butterfly,
its fluttering cadence created a silent symphony,
synchronized with the rhythm of my revived heart,
where emotions danced on the ripples of rhapsody 
that rolled endlessly between two of us to entice me,
and to consecrate the divine institution called love,
make it diaphanous weaving the delicate tapestry
with motif of belonging for us to unfurl in eternity.

August 28, 2019
Brian Strand's Contest A Brian Strand July 14

One Last Tear

Squeezed and bequeathed from the schisms of fear

A shibboleth opened as the ground swallowed her void

Final farewells in blood ink cracking inferno and soul

One step from the abyss and the lure of canyon below


Jasmine stumbled to an exquisite conclusion her eyes

Cast lacrimal torrents in wet wild withering streams

Aghast in terminal turmoil and hooked to the cliff face

One bare string attached threadbare shreds by a tether


Currents had run dry but she managed an ultimate drop

To smoothen the voyage and slip into teasing caress


She let go on passionate falls and slipped on what remained

Of one last tear oozing into torn halves of unknown suspense

Jasmin licked her scarred wounds in taste of scary freedom and

Promised herself that holding on was simply not good enough


03rd February 2019

Ripples

She ‘wanders’ with ‘intent’ that way
Her inside seems to be in turmoil-
Regrets, disappointments, griefs and complaints
Life apparently quite unjust to her
Eyes the still waters of the pond-
Cool, calm and confident
Her very antithesis
Her leisurely pace undisturbed
Picks up some pebbles ‘just like that’
One, two, three----
They fall
Every time with a soft plonk
Trying to unravel
Hidden mysteries of the still waters
While she lets go of
Her pent up feelings
And with every hit
Pond’s unease comes onto the surface
Ripples frantically racing shorewards
One, two, three-----
Trying to find the person
Perhaps to kiss and smoothen the ruffled nerves
But a ‘safe distance’ lies in between
As her uninterrupted walk
Biding the time
Has taken her away
Beyond reach.

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