I am no minister --
therefore, a self-ordained
preach
I am no tenured philosopher --
therefore, an unlettered teach
Just a poet --
good-bad, and the ugly
just a poet --
happy-sad, and the lonely
Categories:
unlettered, inspirational, introspection, muse, poetry,
Form: Free verse
In unlettered eyes too language there is,
World would read, hope-mixed mirage too there is.
In breath of death breathlessness too there is,
Wish to live by paying wage too there is.
There’s peace when you proceed to read poem,
The buzz and bustle of stage too there is.
True, every age has churned out a villain,
Carriage if, man’s old baggage too there is.
Benign blessings in two eyes, not in third,
In Shiva’s sage, fiery rage too there is.
Welcome O friends and foes at my deathbed,
No more rage at this age in me there is.
If Ghazals enjoy a-not-before edge,
Old styles of pens, their marriage too there is.
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Ghazal |04.09.2023|
Poet’s note: Based on a Gujarati ghazal by Raish Maneear:
Categories:
unlettered, anger, death, irony, language,
Form: Ghazal
You don't need a listener,
let your heart muscles
pound out
a blind-folded poem.
Practice hand to hand combat
with your unlettered soul
until it lays down defeated.
Marshal the words,
articulate their fractured forms.
in the dark, wake up
the light,
it is your next unwritten page,
destroy its blank face.
Categories:
unlettered, poetry,
Form: Free verse
Thou asks how far the wind blows
in fact I cannot tell
Or then how high the heavens
my prayers deep in the well
Thou asks if love comes truly
to one in greatest need
My answer spoken duly
of romance undecreed
Thou asks if truth be spoken
or written timeless down
My speech in patterns broken
unlettered and unfound
Thou asks if time be measured
beyond the last refrain
This moment hides the answer
—of that I can proclaim
(Dreamsleep: September, 2022)
Categories:
unlettered, time,
Form: Rhyme
Do not tell me I am but a clever fool
I have sought truth entirely unfettered,
Finding rules for better living as a tool
Among the educated and the unlettered.
I have used my brain for wondering
Do not tell me I am but a clever fool
For spending time issues pondering,
I learned to think for myself in school.
Some think cogitating is not very cool
But many theorems I have composed,
Do not tell me I am but a clever fool
If you’ve not different ways proposed.
Or thought to reason out a proposition,
But, always accepted another’s rule
To think for you seems an imposition
Do not tell me I am but a clever fool.
Written August 26, 2022
Categories:
unlettered, education, image, perspective, self,
Form: Quatern
I regret having been born
to forlorn in this noxious, wicked world.
I distaste that I was born
in a biased, impovershirished, corrupt society.
I was born to careless; unloving parents.
I am living but unknown,
popular but uncounted.
No birth certificate to certify I am a living human being.
I am invisible to my State,
I am not included when they plan for others.
I regret having been born
in an abusive, malfunctional, disjointed society,
like that in which my mother slept unlettered.
A society where one aims to unnerves one for personal praise.
I curse the day that brought me to this world.
A world where life dictates my lifestyle,
A world where I am a victim of circumstances,
and my wits are buried in oblivion.
Africa is the cradle of mankind
yet her sons and daughters developed foreign lands first,
her children are haunted by these vicious cycles of poverty.
And now leaving Africa has been the African dream!
I wish was not one of these children.
I regret having been born;
To…believe the sky is the limit
when Armstrong’s feet stepped on the moon.
Categories:
unlettered, child, childhood, children, community,
Form: Free verse
Keep me blocked, you cowardly wench,
Provoking but allowing no fair retort
Considering the Soup like killer sport,
Where the star is relegated to the bench.
While you continue to hurl your rude darts
Whenever you want to cause a stir,
Many Soupers see you as merely a blur
As faintly noxious as occasional f**ts
But I refuse to allow you reins unfettered,
Writing whatever you wish without rebuttal
Much of your garbage belongs in a scuttle,
You are obviously ignorant and unlettered.
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Categories:
unlettered, anti bullying, endurance, growing
Form: Rhyme
Pursue joy in itty-bitty thing
A faith like mustard seed
If move the mountain
Little love is indeed a greater love
Wherein a biggest bliss.
Hunt time to acknowledge
You’ll earn the wisdom for pain.
Starving?
poverty stricken?
will just be a story worth speaking
History makes no sense,
if unlettered aren't edited
a heroic deeds if understanding is seek.
Unashamed of the past
because I can't undo time that's gone
yet I can write
I can sing it
A victory that has no supremacy of myself
but the glory I'll wear, when I meet my saviour face to face.
Now the past has no role to play
Yesterday passed just as todays dream would,
and I am aware what's gonna last
With Christ, the only assurance,
I arise today!
Categories:
unlettered, cheer up, courage, recovery
Form: I do not know?
OSAMA
Obdurate Sadistic abductor as Machiavellian now abashed
Senseless Saboteur with Sabre sword,
Ablutions of wickedness as apology from vagrant
Mercy and peace mixed fleetingly against unprovoked America and the innocents
Abomination of true God explained as religion, hatred, wickedness, murders, and Jihad
Bin
Bigots brewing bestial behaviors before innocent kids,
Inoculated ideas of incorrigible iconoclast and unlettered extremist
Namby-pamby in acts of cruelty, yet, not man enough to face the consequence
Laden
Laden, lackluster, laggard, languid, despising better option
Abnormal spiritual schizophrenia and hallucination
Doctrinal heresies and contradictions shaming Islamic scholars
Exposing the fallibility of the questionable renown “Sacred book of blood and wars”
Now convince us again, that you bring Peace, Love or seek the Prince of Peace
Categories:
unlettered, angst, religion, satire, peace,
Form: Burlesque
I look upon the clean white sheet and shed a salty tear
I know not what I seek my mind seems totally out of gear
I envision a beautiful sundrenched day yet see no better day
I look up at the clear blue sky yet feel no better way
Alas my time has come and gone and unlettered I remain
My heart feels numb without this compulsive resounding pain
I etch this scene from my very own troubled way
My sympathies seem to end in constant delay
Woe to this solitude ineffectual as it may
I pray for an impulse, some light to my day
Categories:
unlettered, angst,
Form: Couplet