One Day I’ll Write A Poem

One Day I’ll Write A Poem

One day I’ll write a poem for sure,
a real poem that will take its readers down the rabbit hole,
to the place with no illusion
as the definition of sanity, set and observed
by an overwhelming majority,
no one knows whether wittingly or not!
    

One day I’ll write a poem for sure,
one whose melody will resonate with the vibration
made by the beating of its readers’ hearts
and in tune too with the frequency of their thoughts!
    

All I have and will have written until that piece,
are my humble tries to compose it,
though failing over and over again.
I hope you are keeping your fingers crossed!

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In Present Tense

In Present Tense
Watch and Listen to a Reading of the Poem by me.

 

Justice is a holy grail seldom found,
where the accused one is guilty as charged
until proven otherwise beyond all shreds of doubt!
Power, though, is secured from such vile threats,
as it can seldom be held accountable
for any of its’ words, actions or policies!
   

Affluence is the sole means to positions
where talent is as deep as pockets go,
unaffected by the mass or volume of the mind!
Rooking, though, is held to be as brilliant,
almost as one’s inherited properties,
starting lower but rising faster than the rich!
   

This is not history through a magnifying lens
but the very state of my world in present tense!

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The Entire Universe*

The Entire Universe*

* It was conceived and composed after I read the quote, above!

 

Well, I thought human minds alone could feel
because only human eyes could behold
the beauty of her face, soft and tranquil,
that could shine as brightly as precious gold!
    

And I thought only human beings with hearts
were in love with her just like I have been
but I wonder why then the warm sunlight
grows so luxuriant with her in his sight
or from its crescent to circle why the moon
glows so brightly at the sight of her face
and the beaming wind adorning itself
with a fragrance around her, nights and days!
    

Now I know the truth that not only men
but frankly the entire universe too,
in mild whispers with an invisible pen,  
is courting her by sighing, “I love you!”

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The Irony of Love

The Irony of Love

This is the irony of love for me,
when we are in love with another soul,
unless that soul is free from all the chains
of desire, no soul is worthy enough
to be loved on its own, rather it is
our love that turns a human soul divine
and worthy of love that stems from a human mind!
     

On the other hand if a soul is free
from the manacles of desire, we can
love it forever but can never own,
for true love is not possessed, it belongs!
   

At one end of the spectrum we have all but love,
while at the other, nothing except it
and if we have doubts, it will never be enough!

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A Rebel’s Prayer

A Rebel’s Prayer

With revolution inside I was born,
in my blood, throbbing heart and mind the spark
was pumped, flowed and burst in a combustion
molding me as a rebel at my birth!
  

I never learned a thing from social norms,
nor from any double faced daughters or sons
of Eve and Adam, neither from any
hollow dogmas doctored from history!
   

In the end I have found two principles that hold
all that are there to be known, do unto others
what you want others to do unto you and God
is in you and me waiting to be discovered!
    

I have liberated myself from the sensual realm
to be one with my Creator, the One and Supreme! 

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