As my soul floats in tensed darkness,
My heart beats in lifeless starkness,
A faint hope pierces my despair,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
I soared with sour taste of my sores,
My favours, all burned to vapours,
Poverty beckoned with stern stare,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
Friends stayed far to gloat my sorrow,
Night stretched long, no hope for morrow,
Sadness comes with relentless scare,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
My spirit cried for God's favour,
His grace became my sole saviour,
Right from then I enjoyed his care,
As my knees glued firm to prayer.
Categories:
tensed, dark, fear, poverty, prayer,
Form: Kyrielle
THE TENSED ENVIRONMENT.
Hurdles come in between
My teaching and preaching
About keeping and maintaining
The beauty of my horizon.
Little did I know
That my thoughts were unknown
To my users whom I bestowed
My body and soul.
I have been trying everything within me
To make them understand what I mean
But they all seem to be numbs and indeed
A caricature of failure and mischief.
Only if they could feel
All that I experience and see
Due to their impelling deeds
Destroying the span of my fit.
My eyes bleeds tears
My mouth murmurs fear
That I might lose the care
My users promised to share.
All they think of is to struggle
To gain all what they can handle
Forgetting I am facing the hurdles
Which is entangled in their struggle.
I just wish the next generation
Will for the sake of affiliation
Use my already grotesques condition
In a way I will be full of admiration.
Categories:
tensed, analogy,
Form: Rhyme
Why did that lamp lose its light?
Your thoughts taking fancy flight,
I kept it burning all night….
Why should a fresh flower die?
Pressed close to my bosom nigh,
Bare could it breathe, nor yet sigh….
What made such a river dead?
Selfish need, growing greed led
Men to build bunds on its bed.…
What snapped the string of sitar?
Tuning tight to my tune’s par,
I tensed it far oh too far….
The extreme ends oh of life,
Yon at excess dwells all strife,
Life’s to walk on edge of knife.
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Musings |12.08.2021|
Poet’s Note: Based on lyricist Gulzar’s Hindi version, Which, I understand was inspired by Rabindranath Tagore’s Bengali poem. Life sometimes poses very delicate questions. It cries out for freedom and fresh air, which often we fail to let it. We constrict it, stretch it too much. Naturally, the string of life snaps, and its delicate melodious tune gets lost.
Categories:
tensed, life, philosophy,
Form: Terza Rima
Tensed Up With Trump
What happened was we sure sensed,
Things we had been always against,
Would there be,
A way to agree;
At things Trump said up we tensed.
Jim Horn
Categories:
tensed, allegory, analogy,
Form: Limerick
Tensed and alone, In may
Envying the raucous day
Not a thing on the bay
Sullun and silently, I lay
Engulfed to the say
Dilirium, a knights, to slay.
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Categories:
tensed, blue, confusion, depression, emotions,
Form: Acrostic