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Ajith Fredjeev Poem
Watching from the shore for long,
tides and waves roll with a rhythmic beat all foretold.
New blossoms of temple flowers bloom,
As some did fall face first to the ground in sweet surrender.
“Oh dancing leaves on this rainy day!
Dance how you may lest you sway.”
At the sea’s edge, a rush of wind parts memories left far behind...
With remorse stood I conjuring the self-imposed torture;
with pain that soared with the cross I bear.
Like the dancing dew drop that rolleth from the blade of the staggering leaf on a
withering tree,
like a merry soldier whistling his final tune to the tip of the guillotine,
looking skyward stood I dripping in complete surrender.
The zenith had no bounds and the nadir inched too deep;
wanting to dissolve in the hastened fury, complacency the soul rendered;
knowing for sure that certain dreams are better gone when awake.
The wine rolleth well, piercing those buds screaming for more.
Till the blood-red wine knoweth not if its the blood or the wine
that tasteth so well in the mouth it rolls.
"My poisonous mushrooms! Left behind with the serpent's kiss,
knowing too well and none better than he will know what he knows best…
that he desires to be plucked undeserving to be tasted;
unless death beckons the soul from deep for the one who plucketh."
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Ajith Fredjeev Poem
A drop of tear like dew drop did fall,
with pain in the heart like a sinking star.
Like eyeless moths on the dark horizon,
the looming image of sorrow drifts.
The bridges move as I in stillness stand;
time flies by and so doth the distance.
Scramming like a ruthless vagabond,
bonds of restraint seem to have no bounds.
The world rests well and so must I
knowing that tides roll past as destiny moves by.
Birth, life or death, we are just puppets on loose strings;
held by a power above.
Till fate moves on, let us dance our dance,
like the last standing dew drops on the blade of grass.
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Ajith Fredjeev Poem
The lynching mind in fine foray,
witnessed the whispers of a crying angel.
The withered soul in depths did lie,
with wings burnt and fragile
The touch of the finger sends streaming waves
beneath her trembling skin…
And with tender morsels fit for a stray,
a whim of enchanting ecstasy grasps her.
The shiver that shudders the blooming petals,
with strokes of thorns like guilt pierce.
What a subtle display of a gentle melody!
Vulnerable and tender with sweet surrender,
all to be understood, only by him...
on her lover’s arms she lay.
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Ajith Fredjeev Poem
The voice is cut,
the noises still prevail.
The noises cut,
I listen voices again!
Behind walls of silence,
switching gear to gear,
my journey begins into the wilderness,
across pathless paths I take
as I transcend deeper and deeper into the self...
humbly I surrender to the unseen, the unknown.
No pleasure nor pain,
still in motion, so lies all emotions, thus I stay...
Waiting for the breath to subside.
What am I?
Nothing!
From nothing I came
and to nothing I go
and to realize that nothing I am
feels like there is nothing to worry no more.
'Thathuvumasi'-they say,
To experience a feeling as this.
Hard to explain and hardly explained.
Can't say this is bliss
and can't say that there is anything I missed.
A thought becomes everything
and everything becomes a thought.
Nothing wasted reigns,
nothing wasted remains.
Life is thus and thus remain...
a potpourri of thoughtless thoughts during meditation.
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Ajith Fredjeev Poem
Long withstanding and quite understanding;
Remorse replaced with resilience, stood I with someone not too new.
“Pain! What doth thou bring!
Is it in vain that we suffer thee?
Pleasure found none who cast their minds to sway from thee.
Contrary doth my mind think today.
And quite complacent my soul doth feel.
Coming in terms with the sequence of events that offer thee.
The ridiculed mandatory impression of thy vast foray.
That calls for compassion to scrub the scar thy reminiscence leaves behind.
Pain, how art thou?
Miniscule or in magnitude great?!
Prayeth I now, casteth thou not thy shadow on the ones I love.
Pain, thy image might scare the breath out of some.
Having been thy favourite and chosen one oft, I know thee.
Today, I laugh at thee. Sans fear, I mock thee.
If thy mandatory services are to be rendered, shower it on me; set my people free.
Spare them all you kill and give me all if thy will…
On bended knees I ask thee…”
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Ajith Fredjeev Poem
From amidst the raging storm of thoughts a cry shattering the sky…
“When wilt thou return from the dew-topped mountains?
From those high peaks that rub my imagination through.
Where oft doth thou disappear into a fragile trail of foot prints that mystically
reappear?
from where I hear a heart’s lonely cry; from where the frantic cries of the reaper
submerge dies.
Is it true or is it just I?
What hath thou so wonderfully witnessed from a town so tinsel lies?
From where such ruthless condemnation forked displayed…
From where ever, tell me now, tell me how and tell me why?
When thou art gone for what must I still low lie?”
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Whirlwinds of magnitude great swirled like wildfire rising.
Far above the celestial skies,
a whisper among the Gods-About her beauty.
That widening smile, her twinkling eyes!
The words just broke and the worlds just stopped to watch
as she jumped to sway her flowing frock.
The winds of mischief with growing lust gasped for a moment and grew stronger,
Watching her honey-drenched lips shine with the sun’s blinding rays.
The rays so sharp, cleverly did try to hide her skin, brazing those watchful eyes.
She jumped to reach…
to reach for something above the skies.
The splendid horizon, the mooring moon,
the soaring eagle, the thumping beagle…
something much above what the eyes could see.
The mind full of vanishing struggle oft tried in vain,
to contain her within limits of boundaries and pensive solace.
The fragile leaves swayed in the field
with tender understanding as they soothed her glowing skin.
“Even the free-sailing tempest dareth not stop her now.
This time is for her to fly and touch the skies.”
Said he standing invisible somewhere nearby.
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“Hence when did thy breasts hate to feed me?
Hence then haven’t they heaved to need me?
Oh Mother! Why art thou so silent?
Those bombs and those ammos from the machine guns, they bother me no more.
They sound like a lullaby to me.
Wasn’t it you who reassured me that ‘this is life’ even before I was born?
Now why do you still lie?
I heard Papa’s plea to let you go before they shot that merciless bullet into his head.
I saw it Ma, I saw it all...
ripped, stripped and writhing in pain,
I heard your final beg to let me go.
I cried then Ma, I cried aloud, I cried my best with all I could;
thought that hearing me cry they would let you go.
They never stopped and choked I lay.
My eyes still won’t open full and I only see darkness around.
Tears mixed with trickling blood have dried
and my voice too fragile to rise above the noise outside me.
Oh Mom! Why don’t you shout for me now?
Was it wrong that I was born to thee?!
Why have they taken it all even before I can understand
in a life time or more what war and hatred is all for?
Tell me Mom, tell me now from up above
Why won’t a bullet silence me too?”
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This is a dream of long ago...
Of a wanderer, an occasional sage and an often hermit;
who oft as life relies upon, took steps too bold
into the cowardice path of loneliness for sanity's sake alone.
Oh! pathless paths they were.
The truth better left unsaid of the dark alleys
and those mystery miles some roads carried him through.
Why the journey?
Why the pain?
How the endurance to carry on?
No one knows yet! Not even he...
Seeker of the Trinity-'Love, Truth and Simplicity',
the journey still continues, across barbed wires and fences
and through doubts and hurdles come what may.
Like the others who took this path and disappeared
into the mists on the rivers they tread, leaving no trails whatsoever,
so will he and knows that too... yet,
he makes his own path step by step.
Knowing well that a man who has chosen to walk into the dark
must not be surprised to see the light within.
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Ajith Fredjeev Poem
“Hence when did thy breasts hate to feed me?
Hence then haven’t they heaved to need me?
Oh Mother! Why art thou so silent?
Those bombs and those ammos from the machine guns, they bother me no more.
They sound like a lullaby to me.
Wasn’t it you who reassured me that ‘this is life’ even before I was born?
Now why do you still lie?
I heard Papa’s plea to let you go before they shot that merciless bullet into his head.
I saw it Ma, I saw it all...
ripped, stripped and writhing in pain,
I heard your final beg to let me go.
I cried then Ma, I cried aloud, I cried my best with all I could;
thought that hearing me cry they would let you go.
They never stopped and choked I lay.
My eyes still won’t open full and I only see darkness around.
Tears mixed with trickling blood have dried
and my voice too fragile to rise above the noise outside me.
Oh Mom! Why don’t you shout for me now?
Was it wrong that I was born to thee?!
Why have they taken it all even before I can understand
in a life time or more what war and hatred is all for?
Tell me Mom, tell me now from up above
Why won’t a bullet silence me too?”
Note: This is a poem that I wrote disturbed by what I saw while visiting a war zone
in an island nation...
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