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Best Poems Written by Pramod Rastogi

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My Dad, My Fascination

Dad, how much I loved you
You did not give me time to tell;
So quick was your way to depart
That sorrow and grief
That came my way
Are yet to breathe their last.

You knew how to play with me
Whenever I fell short of friends;
You knew how to never impose on me
Anything that I disliked;
You knew to take me out of punishment
The moment I had shed tears.

You knew to make me 
Holy and intelligent
By the examples you did set;
You knew to give me time 
Even if it was in short supply;
You knew to motivate me
By the inspiring deeds you did.

You knew to take interest in things
That were close to my heart;
You knew to show happiness
At each and every success,
That came my way in school.

Humble and generous you were
As none I have ever known;
The more I have dug deep
To unravel you,
With the brushes of my heart,
The higher have you grown
In my love and esteem.

Behind your gentle eyes
There was ever this much warmth
That knew to melt away
All traces of unhappiness
Clinging onto me
In my hours of despair,
And declare the spring of love and friendship
Even with all the ice strewn around.

Yet, you knew not to show me
Your pain and discomfort
As you plunged deep 
Into the woes of health
And breathed your last; 
My head bends to the Almighty
To have had been fathered
By a soul like you.

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Waiting For You, My Baby

Ever since we know
That you are on your way
We have seen appear in our minds
A picture of yours
Which we paint each passing day
With the brushes of our emotions
And with the colors of our imaginations
On the canvases of our hearts,
Where each stroke is eyed 
For its telling details,
In rapturous bliss and 
Lingering mist of our eyes, 
And where the use of color
Seeks to stylize
The intense contours of love
We so ardently pour upon you
As we wait with bated breath
To seize the day
That you are born.

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The First Buds of Love

Attracted to her since my youth
Like the swerve, sovereignly proud
Of an iron filing towards a magnet,
I had left free the reins of my fantasy  
To let it weave a necklace of poems
To glorify the mystery
I had seen hung around her.
Fear, it was not, when we had first met.
Yet, the words failed to emerge from me,
Pointless though they would have been.
Such was the influence
Her presence had on me
That silence was the only edifice
I could rest upon
To feel the intensity of that instant
That catapulted me
Into a state of love and its longings 
That give it wings, I knew not 'til then.

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Silent Volcano

In a world where silence screams
To make hear its voice 
I have come across you
O Volcano Silent, a beauty sublime,
Ungraspable in imagination,
Lazing around in a lagoon blue, 
Interspersed with islets green,
Inside your caldera large,
Cast in the form of a diya
To lighten the world around
As if to make an offering
To the spirituality of this site,
A sight that I breathe
Walk as I on the rim upper
Of your crater green
One sunny summer day.
 
The breeze swept lagoon blue
Standing on the cusp of cooperation,
As if in a state of meditation,
With the winds of ebullition
Blowing through the earth's crust,
Has a message of tolerance wrapped up
For the human race, 
Irrespective the differences 
Separating its communities diverse,
It can find truce
And break boundaries
To together live 
In a space harmonious.

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Bury Me Not So Soon

“I am the master of my fate”
O Time, breathe softly
And caress my wounds
By your wings vagrant
And let the sun rays
Enfold me in their vault
While singing their song
Of eternal peace
As I bemoan the battle lost.

Bury me not so soon,
My companion for life,
A man rich in glory vain
Striving for triumphalism
Through battles galore,
Will, how could he,
To breathe his last
Until his veins have shed
That last straw of the rebel
Burning in his heart. 


"I am the master of my fate" - William Ernest  Henley

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True Love

Lives in every heart
A sense of longing musical  
For an angelic love divine -
To love, be loved; in harmony
With inner feelings and senses -
Which  tuned in unison 
With that of its partner 
In a landscape humanized
Where melodies sung ensemble
Are in precision flawless and selfless,
Where kindness and forgiveness
Are the seeds sown
And where the spring of love eternal 
Has a reap magical
Every instant of their destiny shared 
And lived in serenity embraced, 
Daresay, till death does them part.

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Grief Outlasting the Time

Dad, the pangs of sorrows
Pierced my Mom ceaselessly 
Like arrows in her heart, 
Caring and innocent, 
The day you left, years back, 
On your eternal journey
Leaving us all behind.

So much she loved you
She knew not to overcome
The grief that had laid her siege.
Marked by her mourning
That outlasted the time
I have no words to tell you
The anguish that was hers
All her life after your depart.

The day you left us
Had seen her life come apart;
Torn in shreds and pieces,
She saw the polar winter darkness
Set in the plains of her heart.
The life had caved in,
As the jaws of sorrow opened up
To engulf her alive
In their depthlessness unseen.

The violence of pain and shock 
That shook my mother’s life 
Had struck me dumb 
As she wept over
For days, months and years,
In a soul rending way;
Tears running in cascades
Over her cheeks, day and night, 
She knew not how to stop,
As all the desire to live
Had ebbed out from her.

Forty years have gone by
Since that fateful day;
My mother has also left us
To join you in eternal peace.
Still, my heart bleeds
As I remember 
The day of your depart
And the fountain of agony
Sprung out of my mother's heart,
To come dry
Only at her depart.

Standing alone in my thoughts
And in my grief, I pay homage 
To the true love that was theirs
To have let my mother keep alight
The candle of her love
That outlasting the time
She had lit for my father
Relentlessly all these years.

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Philosophizing

Straitened are the times
And tight is my pocket.
A glass of brandy
Consumed with contemplation
Is a hard bargain
As speculators have poured in
Shouting “buy,” “buy,” “buy.”
 
Since the signal is out
The hoarders have barged in
And have emptied the market
Of all the brandy, inclusive 
Of the liquors that brandished
Even a semblance of flavor
That reminded them of this brand.
 
After the run-on brandy,
Its prices have rocketed sky-high. 
Engulfed by indignation
But still the avid lover 
That I am of this brand,
I emptied my purse
To offer myself a bottle. 
 
Sipping the liquor in a glass
And immersed in happiness 
I sat reinstated to my senses 
And to the art of philosophizing,
And wondered whether the glass
That I held in my hand
Was half-full or half-empty.
 
Misfit to this treacherous art 
But tied to pitfalls in my daily life,
I sat there and gazed contentedly  
Through my half-filled glass
With intent and pride, enthralled
That I did not have to complain
About things I can’t change.

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O Happiness

I wish to embrace you,
Still you keep me a distance apart.
O Happiness, let glory be with you,
Relent you did one day
And walked me past
Whispering in my ears:
For your quest to end
You’d need the sun
To shine in your heart
Until it did stir your soul
And let this experience
Be shared with all.

Inwardly awakened, 
The compassion flowed by
And love gathered storm
Taking me in its fold.
Rain fell wildly all over me
And I bathed in fulfillment,
Dancing with joy
As I saw you glide in 
And settle down
To live with me for long.

Divine gift, you are,
Unstoppable in your flight
To reach us all
In wait for you
With open hearts.
Generous as you are,
You return us back
More of you 
Than what we could 
Ever give away.

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The Essence of the Being

'You are the tea leaves I am the teapot 
I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
This is how the essence of life shuffles 
Forth and past you and me.
I am the head you are the crown
Making me feel the king 
Of our fancy land, in which 
The subjects were but two, you and me,
Who owed allegiance to whom 
Remained still unredeemed.  

Beaming down from the sky 
You are the sunlight, gushing down
Towards the mother earth 
In a flow of transparent bright,
I the rainbow, beset with your rhyme,
Proclaim my adoration for the sky 
Only on days rainy, by embracing 
It tightly in my seven-colored wings
To save it blushes in its dress-up gloomy.

You are the gold I am its ornament
You are the verse which hides in me
To make me glitter and 
Give me a feel angelic.
I am the rose you are its smell
Who's the one who'd 
In its contentment versify
To make the other get its due?

A life that thirsts for the other
Is incomplete in its solitude,
A body and soul enshrined in one
Is a deed that captures the life
In the essence of its being.  
 

‘You are the tea leaves I am the teapot I the tiny snowflake and you the snow’
Ode to Mum by Maria Williams