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Krishnanand Guptar Poem
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A Sacred Lake
In the midst of a tropical forest
The mouth of a long extinct volcano
Surrounded by hills not so high
Bordered by lush trees and bushes
Is the seat of sparkling waters
That undulate in little waves
In direction of the prevailing winds,
Reflect the azure blue of the clear sky
The bright rays of the sun during the day
And white shines of stars and the moon at night.
Before men had set their eyes on the lake
Angels danced on the shore of the waters
To the tunes of the breeze on moonlight nights;
When a dream revealed the sight to a soul
And slim pathways were threaded to the lake
Angels no more plied to the sacred site,
But thousands of men flocked to the spot for prayers
And on the eve of Maha Shivratri
Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims tread to the lake
To source sacred water to pour on Lord Shiva.
All year round, tourists converge to the lake
To stroll around this sacred site
Charm their eyes with its unique tapestry
And snap shots of its picturesque beauty
To relish as memento of their trip
And cherish as a divine work of art
Legated to this tropical island
By the graceful divinity
Who dropped a piece of paradise
In midst of the Indian Ocean.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2024
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“The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience”. Tom McCallum
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Like Stars a Mystery
Gazing at stars on a clear moonless night
Is to the eye and the mind a delight
So unique and so singular they are,
So mysterious, many miles afar;
Like stars, each man remains a mystery
Despite all strides in human history.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2025
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The Sands of Time
The sands of time moves on without respite,
whether monarchs or humble vassals
have to bow at its moving shrine,
it drips on without kindness
without grains of solace
for souls great or small
and does not wait
for a while
as it
is
a
precious
gift of God
bestowed to man
to apply with thrift
not to waste it in vain
as moments frittered away
can never, never be regained
despite all efforts to retrieve them
despite all will to halt its silent march.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2025
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“Let`s greet everybody with love,
We know not when and in what shape
We may meet the Almighty Lord.”-By Author
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The Door of Uncertainty
Midnight hours have just chimed on my wall clock
Woeful wild winds are whirling on roof tops
The sky shrouded with seams of darkish frocks
Does not cease to cascade torrential drops;
Often times roaring thunders dull my ears
Lightning flashes dazzle the window panes
Spreading splashes of simmering dark fears
Down the frail aisle of my senile veins.
Slashed with sharp stinging pains I lie abed
In the languid loneliness of my room
With my life tacitly tied to a thread
Awaiting to be lured by ghosts of doom;
Soon I sense hearing three knocks at the door,
Who can this be at this untimely time!
I wonder, such sounds never heard before,
These could, I deem, just be some distant chimes.
The knocks on the door reach my ears once more,
Hardly I can move with back sore with pain,
Yet pulling up my spirit to the core
I try to reach for the door with much strain.
Leaning against walls of the corridor
I trudge to the door of the living room
Where is lighted a little lamp of yore
That lightly tampers darkness of the gloom.
Is anyone at the door, I murmur,
One, twice, thrice I enquire, but in vain,
No reply, but the winds` woeful whispers
On the gutters and the neighbouring plains.
Wild waves of uncertainty gnaw my mind,
Can it be a thief, come to steal my worth
Can it be Hades` herald, I need to find
As bells can knell soon for me to quit earth.
With a sigh of fear, I unlock the door
But can notice no soul on the terrace,
Soon a suffering sparrow greets the floor
From the door head seeking care and solace.
Despite my frail health I admit the bird
Through the failing door of uncertainty
Dispense care until it can join its herd
Extend to it my humble courtesy.
Oft and anon, the bird roosts on the door
To sing its sweetish song of gratitude,
The splash of human gesture to adore
And bestow on me its beatitude.
The door of wavering uncertainty
Has proved for me to be the gate of bliss
That with steadfast, unswerving certainty
Just for a day I shall not like to miss.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2025
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Written 16 August 2023:
Placed First in "Why Are We Here Poetry contest",
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Why are We here?
Let`s ask ourselves why are we here
And delve down the depth of our soul,
Let us down our self strive to peer
And find in life our real goal.
A soft voice from within murmurs:
We`re here the human kind to raise,
To bring our bricks to build shelters
For those in need, looking not for praise.
We`re here to bring a helping hand
To those in want of a loaf for the day,
And to those in distress be a true friend
Or bring to them hope on their way.
We are here as instruments of the Lord
To implement His grace and compassion
That no man on the earthly abode
Is ignorant of His lofty mission.
We are here to mark our footprint
In the roll of the human race
That will resonate in bold print
For ever across time and space.
We are here not to harp on I and me,
But to serve the Almighty Lord,
Not to gratify the human body
To the utmost we can afford.
First and foremost, and above all
As temporary travellers
We are here to distil our soul
And to discern the Lord`s marvel.
We are here for lives after lives
Our soul to clear and purify
Until no more we are at strife,
Until our body and soul are allies.
We are here on earth until we are fit
The cycle of birth and death to shatter,
This world without remorse to quit
At the Lord`s shrine to seek shelter,
To seek bliss and liberation
Free from the earthly web of illusion
In search of divine unification*.
*"But he who unites himself with the Lord is is one who with in spirit"
6.17 Corinthians (Majority Standard Bible)
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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At a Crossroad **
Treading down the I I journey of life
Through thickets, I I thorns and tortuous lanes,
I reached a I ~ I critical crossroad
Where three roads I ~ I defied my tender brain
To impact on I~ ~ I my future load.
I ~ I
The west- bound I ~ I road was large and even,
With skyscrapers I~ I all along its height,
Musical sounds I ~ I that could deafen
The ears and sheer I ~ I glittering wealth
That often turned I ~ I to a burden.
I ~ I
The second road I ~ I quite eastward bound,
Rather rough, I ~ I rugged and narrow
Smelt of sweet I ~ I incense all around
And echoed I ~ I devotional songs
With chanting of I ~ ~ I hymns on the ground.
I I
The third road, I ~ I just sprawling ahead,
Was chilly, startling I ~ I and daunting
And offered no I ~ ~ I glimpse going forward;
Moving ahead I ~ ~ I was like making
A bounce in the I ~ ~ I immense unknown.
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At the crucial / ^ / crossroad of life
Knowing not along / ^ / which road to strive
I closed my eyes \ ! \ to the surrounds
And delved deep \ ! \ down my inner self
To guide me on \ ! \ my way around.
/ ! /
Soon a clearly / ! / visible light
From within, / ! / from my inner self,
A self-sufficing \ ! \ light, deep bright,
Drawing its fuel \ ! \ from my faith
And my trust in / ! \ the Supreme Lord
Beckoned me to / ! / follow its trace.
/ ! /
In the midst of / ! / sheer solitude,
I trailed after / ! / the divine light
Braced with the \ ! \ shield of fortitude
Through a maze of \ ! \ deep frost and mist
Along a path \ ! \ buried in quietude
And travelled / ! / only by a few.
/ ! /
I stalked the light / ! / for miles and miles,
For days and days, / ! / for years and years
When it dawned \ ! \ upon me with smiles
Towards the end \ \ of my journey
That the light led \ ! \ me to the road,
Glittering with / ! / brightness and sunny,
Beyond the bounds / ! / of spirituality
To the divine / ! / sphere of eternity.
**Jeremiah 6:16
This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls..."
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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The Unfathomable Depth
The lunar orb has shed its mystery,
The Martian tract is now the goal of man,
No more distance is a word of glory
And no more is space beyond human ken.
Yet the chasm between man and man
Grows with every gust and every breath,
Down and down the solitary den
Man sinks and builds his lonely nest.
Man has fathomed the earthly planes,
Man has scanned the the atomic lanes,
Nature has he tied to his own needs,
He can boast of unlimited deeds.
Yet man is to himself a mystery,
His own heart is a boundless sea,
Where conflicting waves rest and roll
And reflects the the light of the soul.
His soul is an unfathomable depth,
Where neither winds nor tempests ever blow,
His soul is of such an immense breadth
That no learned bard can ever know.
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Moving up one's journey uphill,
Though for many a soul a thrill,
Is a scary endless struggle
Verging on a daily battle.
One may expect thorns on the way
And a scorching sun through the day,
One may witness wild winds uphill
With not a spot oneself to shield;
One may expect rough, rugged roads
With no single voice one to goad,
One may expect to face a cliff
Or down a precipice to slip;
One may expect blows from vile men
Or a stab on the back from friends,
Envious of one's seat to take
Or eager to snarl at one's fate.
Moving alone up a steep hill
Calls for zeal, power of the will
Courage coupled with bravery
And the gem of divine mercy.
When our path is shrouded with doubt
Let us give a positive shout
To clear away any dark cloud
That of ourselves we may be proud;
When along a road we do fall,
Let us surely rise after all,
Pursue our journey till the end
With spirit of a real man.
When the top of the hill seems far
Let us think of the distant star
Some billions of light years' away
Shedding light to brighten our way;
Let our end goal be the hilltop,
Instead of a slippery slope,
Gaze at the distant horizon
Where emerges the rising sun.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2024
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Written 24 November 2023
Some Musings on the Inner self
If in the stillness of our room
We gently close our eyes,
From the very depth of the gloom
We may sense some far ties.
If in the midst of the silence
We deep open our ears
And ponder on our existence
We may a thin voice hear.
If with a calm serenity
We muse with peering sense,
With mindful serenity
We may learn life`s essence.
If in the pitch of solitude
We peer at our own soul,
We may feel a deep quietude
In our mind as a whole.
If in the peak of stern stillness
We scan the inner self,
We may view a gleam of brightness
That longs to guide ourselves.
In the depth of the inner self
Lies some gentle brethren
Very much akin to ourselves
And a tender human.
The inner self is like a pond
Reflecting man`s image,
Cherishing human love and bond.
All throughout the ages.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023
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In the voyage of life when we set sail
Let patience allied with perseverance
Be the bacon light for us to avail
In the warm summer of exuberance
As in the wild, wobbling winter of gloom
When wilful wintry winds whirl us to doom;
When whooping waves waft the frame of our boat
Let's not give way to shadows of despair,
But hold on steadfast and keep on afloat;
When stormy gusts try our sails to lay bare
Let's brace ourselves with power of the will
And determination as a firm shield.
Let's not try to touch the sky at a stretch
As we may never meet the horizon,
Let's not try heaven to reach at a breath
As we may tumble in the ocean,
Let's move on step by step as the clock's chime,
Sail on steadily, a knot at a time.
Patience is a gift bestowed by the Lord
A balm that soothes the soreness of stress
A precious jewel seemly to afford,
And perseverance the key to success
The spirit that drives man to sail ahead,
The essence of efforts that are sacred.
When setting sail on an unknown voyage
It's fitting to have faith in the dIvine,
Who escorts our steps at every life's stage
Ever guides our path across space and time
With patience to earn the Lord's sublime grace
And with perseverance to win the race.
Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2024
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