The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,
......
O Ganga, who doth not take pride in thy arms
The earthly life, scornful, is always proud of thy touch
O Ganga, who doth not take pride in thy divine alms
O thou, let the life be full of joy and happiness much.
Thou, look into our eyes; somewhere thou must be.
Now, our lives today are so uplifted anew by thy privacy
Or, into the core of our lives we seek thy eternity,
Open eyed, to manure lives, or to be heir to thy legacy.
Let us seek beauty in thee, O! let us be free from obscurity.
......
The final destination arrives all too soon.
We're all living our first life.
Some in desperation for a reputation,
Others in preparation for their salvation.
We are taken by the Force unknown,
And unknowledgeable of the force we give when we go.
Sunday 12 March 2023
......
A miracle- I always deemed them to be one,
rising to the peak beyond sight,
from nooks of the world never seen,
to pave a way- a way that lit up
the darkest of the night,
warmed the coldest of time.
On the stone heart I carried for decades,
left by them was an imprint,
never to wear off, never to be buried.
And was not I an ignorant fool,
......
A tapestry of strength, a vibrant hue ,
On women's Day, our hearts sing true.
From dawn's soft blush to twilight's gleam,
A legacy of courage, a powerful dream.
For every hand that guides , and every voice that rings
For wisdom shared, and joy that springs.
Through trials faced, and battles won,
A spirit shines, like morning sun.
......
Dreams of an ethereal estate, a caged aviary.
Ravens flutter among the rhododendrons
Blood red and weeping.
She ruled with iron-willed certainty.
A certainty that seems so alien to me.
The rhododendrons liquify outside my window.
They melt and coalesce, pooling
The Ravens lap hungrily at the brine.
......
A tapestry of strength, a vibrant hue ,
On women's Day, our hearts sing true.
From dawn's soft blush to twilight's gleam,
A legacy of courage, a powerful dream.
For every hand that guides , and every voice that rings
For wisdom shared, and joy that springs.
Through trials faced, and battles won,
A spirit shines, like morning sun.
......
When I die don't force my poem on some poor schoolboy.
Just put it on a shelf where he can reach it.
The damp air around me smell infuriating,
metallic like the roscoe in my palms,
imprinting every edge and crease,
like a tattoo, but straight to my brain.
Its pathetic- I realize as I see myself,
selfishly wallowing in the sorrow,
jealous of the joy the rest hold close,
am I deserving of the self-pity?
The wind howls out to the seven nations,
resonating painfully clear- those battle cries,
......
A miracle- I always deemed them to be one,
rising to the peak beyond sight,
from nooks of the world never seen,
to pave a way- a way that lit up
the darkest of the night,
warmed the coldest of time.
On the stone heart I carried for decades,
left by them was an imprint,
never to wear off, never to be buried.
And was not I an ignorant fool,
......