A tumultuous time came unushered in my beleaguered life
that writhed in the crushing clutch of destructive agony.
My heart broke, bled with desperation in pining pain,
found no arms stretched to be embraced by solace.
At the edge of hope as the helpless mind sorely got
the unmistakable signal of the beginning of the end,
it surrendered to the benevolent power of the almighty,
prayed for the miraculous results of divine intervention.
In the darkness of opaque nights the tormented life found
in the wilderness the winding path illumined by His light.
My soul swam in the sea of infinite faith, the supreme savior,
to know that the creator’s grace protects what He creates.
As the servile senses perceived the ways of providence,
the feeling of getting assured protection in His benign shelter
invigorated the mental strength for the destined rejuvenation,
and the heart responded to the divine healing touch for revival.
Categories:
unushered, spiritual,
Form: Free verse
Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail,
thirst unquenched,
stimulus sensuous,
perpetual.
Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness avid,
imbibed.
Stifling shadow
anguished onyx cloud
creeps remorseless,
dissension darkness drips
opaque desolateness
on listless landscape,
mangled in
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within
hope vortex,
umbrage pervades,
unushered.
Silver spectrum
of lines transient
in acumen cloud,
splits into colors
of radiant reverie
in optimistic prism,
sculpted.
Convoluted canvas,
carapace conjured
for contorted hideous faces,
turning in a trance
into baroque frescos,
flicker of beauty
sparkles sneaky
in conceived smile,
beholder,
the painter.
Categories:
unushered, analogy, introspection,
Form: Free verse
Lure of mirage
in deranged dunes,
dances in
dandelion rhythm
with oasis dream,
illusion inscribed
in sane sands of time,
sliding continuum
with desiccated travail,
thirst unquenched,
stimulus perpetual.
Dormant despair
usurps harps of hope,
vibrato dissipates
unperceived,
wisdom shroud
unfurls crafty chimera
in life of actuality,
awareness imbibed.
Stifling shadow
of ebony anguish cloud
creeps remorseless,
dissension darkness drips
opaque desolateness
on listless landscape,
mangled in
strife maelstrom,
mind sucked within
hope vortex,
umbrage unushered.
Silver spectrum
of lines transient
in acumen cloud,
splits into colors
of radiant reverie
in optimistic prism.
Convoluted canvas,
carapace conjured
for contorted hideous faces,
turning in a trance
into baroque frescos,
flicker of beauty
sparkles sneaky
in conceived smile.
…beholder, the painter.
Categories:
unushered, analogy, beauty, life,
Form: Free verse
A tumultuous time came unushered in my life
Writhing in the crushing clutch of agony
My heart broke and bled in pining pain
Found no embracing arms of solace.
In the tempestuous sea of suffering at night
I tried to sail my wrecked ship to the shore
Someone within told me to endeavor detached
And see hope rises like the sun with a new dawn.
I mended the broken heart, it turned into a bird
Flying away free over the sunburst thicket canopy
To the valley of flowers soaking the sparkle of spring
Under the azure sky emerging from the gloom of grey.
In the ethereal grandeur of resurgence I sensed
The essence of existence opens the petals of bliss
Ornate ecstasy then started to embellish
With flamboyant fervor my resurrected soul.
August 17, 2021
Contest : Broken
Sponsor : Craig Cornish
Categories:
unushered, analogy, angst, heartbreak, hope,
Form: Free verse
"On the waves of your smile my yearning sails
I see my dreamlike tomorrow in your eyes" - by Poet
The night you left leaving me forlorn,
the gloomy sky fell in melancholic shower.
In soft streetlight I saw your surreal silhouette
slowly disappear in obscurity mist, I didn’t forget.
The shadowy scene stuck in the maze of memory
weaved an ethereal tapestry of our untold story,
I thought someday I’d adorn my poem new,
the one I’d dedicate to our time and to you.
Memory has an imaginary habit of making dreams,
unushered they appear, unreal they don’t seem.
One night in dreamlike state I saw you return,
the way you walked away to the illusive oblivion.
In unsure steps as I went out and opened the door
to let you enter my room from the hazy memory lane,
I woke up hit by the torrent of the cold rain,
trancelike spell of sleepwalk melted, I lost you again.
May 26, 2021
Contest : Writing Prompt-Dreamlike
Sponsor : Constance Le France
Categories:
unushered, dream, imagination, memory, sleep,
Form: Free verse
Looking back through the dark corridor of twenty twenty,
I find myself in the maze of unforeseen problems aplenty.
When the pandemic descended unushered out of the blue,
forced the world populace to track lives in a course new.
As the unseen danger menacingly pervaded, looming large,
creeping uncertainty took stealthily everything in its charge,
pushed busy and bustling people into imposed isolation,
the gloomy times dropped a heavy curtain of desolation.
Amidst the extended duration of this dire spell of duress,
hope still survived, didn’t let the frail morale to depress.
I waited with fortitude for the year to end for new sunrise,
the reassuring nascent dawn will reward safety, I’ll prize.
With the blessings of Almighty, surely twenty twenty one
in its turn will return to me the life I lost, before it’s done.
January 2, 2021
Contest : 2020 to 2021
Sponsor : Mohan Chutani
Categories:
unushered, depression, hope, how i
Form: Rhyme
From beneath the patina of the rusted times
on the surface of the marooned mind
I uncover a buried pathway in the dusty memory
on which the tormented thoughts travel backward
to the deserted room, its peeling walls pasted with
pieces of frosted mirror of the shattered past,
still hanging uncared in dust.
The last rays of the setting sun
enters the room through the window I keep open
to the twilight when all the faces I once knew
dissolve in the flushing gleam of the dying day
but for the one that glows like the crimson sun unset,
the descending night hasn’t yet shrouded in oblivion.
I see a pair of pensive eyes with frozen drops of tear
poised unshed on the eyelid petals, looking at me
the forlorn way they did when I left her for good
in the dusk a long time ago.
That time hasn’t yet lost its way
in the meandering memory lane, her fragile face
appears unushered so often on the broken mirror
of my desolate mind that reflects tiny drops of tear
in the deserted corner of her pleading distant eyes
I want to forget.
October 5, 2018
Categories:
unushered, emotions, loneliness, lost love,
Form: Free verse