The alchemy
to convert the emptiness
to a gratifying whole
Whether it be happiness
Or bliss or peace
that which ever eludes
A search to quench till it fills
Answer it may the autobiography
of God
Written for " Friday Writings #106: Seasonal Readings"
Recently I've picked this book named "The autobiography of God. "by Lenaa Kumar. As I've just begun to read it I cannot say much about it, as for the reason I picked it up is reflected in my poem.
You are the splendorous light
and I float on the otherside
You shine brilliantly furthermore
and I turn beautiful in my sight
Solis would you be credited alone
For I follow after you in silence
Within me is seen your magnificence
yet mellowed is my joyful presence
The orb of my dignified credence
This Luna's song altering every night
All the terra watches the brilliance
A dance of shadows and light
Yet upon the emptiness be filled
And in darkness a light be named
My signature marked in forever
by the rays of your eternal light
A promise to someday be
a real human being
To lie nomore
nor any havoc anymore
But how many times will
I falter father Gepetto
inspite of the shame
brought upon my nose
I know you wait on me
With love that I'll better be
Yet for all I try
I falter again and make you cry
But not so anymore
For I wish the wishes true
Of the turquoise haired fairy blue
the promise to someday be
real human being
Love Pinocchio
Written for Friday Writings #103: Life Is a Fairy Tale
And I wish that everyone wish to be a better human being
Why was I so shy
Why was I so scared
Why was I not brave in time
Why was I so fearful of this world
Why did I fear losing before even I could find
Why did I fear to dirty my legs
And then tried to be brave when it was too late
Why time lost never comes back
Sometimes I wake up with such why's
Whose answers seem nothing but sighs
But then......
I realise.....
I still have a chance
To be bold , to be brave
While there is still time
Facing fears would better be
than owning my cowardice
To tread the unpleasant path
And face with courage the mirror that reflects
Then would I perceive
that the seasons change
All is beautiful enough
And .... I don't need to ask 'Why?
Written for Friday Writings #99: Why???
Was a little thing of five or so
An evening stroll to a park
With Dad Mum and little sis
On our way back the full moon shone
As I hopped and jumped and walked
with my little feet
And I saw her gently shining in the sky
I looked again up and then jumped two steps ahead
Oh my joy she was following me
I looked at Dad and said
Look the moon is moving with me
Dad said why don't you run and check
So did I
Yes yes for sure she follows my pace
Dad...ow we'll have to figure out why
I checked till I reached home
She found a place in my heart
It's been almost four decades since
And I still look at her with love in my eyes
The ink started through the pen
even as it drenched parched lands
After a tempest of stormy thoughts
The respite in words.... emotions calmed
Another season of agape love begins
being written.... without end
Written for Poets and Storytellers United
Friday Writings #94: Storm, Ink, Love
The stretch along the mountain road
a strenuous arduous climb it be
Expectations of dreams a mind aboard
with streaking silvers along the valley
Pretty blossoms along the way
the emerald fields below
the splendorous orange sky
the melody blowing from a far
Love touched upon my dreamy heart
from beyond the walls of the sky
The heavens silent grace
and a gentle shower come by
In time true my blissful reverie
before a reality it can be
Here upon I prepare an enactment
in the mind before the journey
Written for Friday Writings #91: Muscle Memory
To embark on a journey to some faraway mountains of a dream I soon hope to fulfill , Magaly's prompt came in time to sharpen my claws, exercise my mind and body .
It matters
yet let it still not matter
and may be it won't either
And if at all
let me be free enough
abandoning myself
to the momentary frivilousnes
of some eccentric thoughts
and let the strange peace of
idiosyncratic thoughts
soothen my being a particle in time
For sometimes life is such
as to wanting vehemently
yet not wanting fervently enough
That which keep weighing
one over the other
We live the strangest paradoxes
abandoning the greatly needed
cause the unrest, cause the chaos
Yet I'm glad today
a bit more than yesterday
for once I'm truly what I say
for once I am what I am today
My heart, soul, listening
to each other's musings
Knowing life couldn't be
any other way
Accepting ...fulfilling ...
my dreams, in my own way
As much as it takes courage
to move forward
So much so a courage
to step backward
May no one ever judge
Let my heart be
for all you to see
Let my silence be
for the one who understands
the depths of a sea
For it matters
and it matters not
The Steps
By Paul Valery
Your steps, children of my silence,
Holily, slowly placed,
Towards the bed of my vigilance
Proceed dumb and frozen.
Nobody pure, divine shade,
That they are soft, your steps selected!
Gods!… all the gifts which I guess
Come to me on these naked feet!
If, of your advanced lips,
You prepare to alleviate it,
An inhabitant of my thoughts
The food of a kiss,
Does not hasten this tender act,
To be soft and not to be not?
Because I lived to await you,
And my heart was only your steps
Written for Friday Wrtings #85 :First Lines
Inspired by the first lines of......
"By the river Piedra I sat down and wept "
---Paulo Coelho
Be thou silent
I wait no answers
and as the longings conjure
and break of their own might
The torrential rain of heavens
touching the ground
a sorrow drenches my heart
A mountain I stand
feeling the gale of your thoughts
A clock ticking in the sky
your heart beats hear I
Once your dreams
had been mine
Now I carry the burden
of another's broken dream
The tears that flow
meets the river of prayer
my weeping shall be
an entreaty to God
and so solace shall be found
* The first lines begin by the same words as the name of the novel .
Written for Friday writings # 84:Prompts Galore
Do not
dare tread
the broken under your feet
They lie strewn
here there somewhere
in the street
The sound of broken
glass crunching
under the bootsteps
might feel empowering
You may think
you have boots
But the sigh of some
are so sharp
they'll hurt your feet
And ye might have to roam
with your hurt sole
on the same street
Written for Friday Writings #82
Many a stories I had read
And many have I loved
There was this story the frog
with a princesses kiss
turned to a magnificent prince
And many such stories as these
led me to thinking far from a
reality someday later that hit me
With passage of time
And my choices changed
I read of one
Where my prince with a kiss
turned to a frog
Yes I should have
known better
That to err was common
To rise was divine
So I adored my princess
Who cried, prayed and said
"By the river Piedra
I sat down and wept"
PS" By the river Piedra I sat down and wept" by Paulho Coelho is one among the many favorites of mine.
Once again I'm born again
(My being on flight like a bird with wings )
Swishing through the timeless wind
flowing towards the boundless sea
from along the currents of the stream
The sadness and the pain parting away
All to a new land and far away
Sad memories of deep within
The memories I leave behind
Yet I carry the sweetest of them
In the silent chambers of my heart
Stranger is the silence of the heart
And still stranger my soul within
For some of what is and had been
Forever I thank the heavens tonight
Promise the heavens shall I rise
From the ashes
And reclaim the shards
of my fragmented soul
Rekindle the light within my heart
To be once again born again
Like a lamp into night
My unfinished doings
along with unstarted things
linger in my unfinished thoughts
weighing me down
Endlessly
Maybe some of it was
to remain like the unshed tears
in an unfinished story
of an unrequited
Love
Or maybe I be wise
get better of myself
complete this while the unfinished
tasks of other
Lifetimes
Written for Friday Writings #79
Unfinished projects
I asked my son to ask chatgpt to write a poem on the down side of AI. He said something about Dan and there came out some kind of poem which I must say just rhymed a good bit but nothing more. And then I turned to my smart speaker for simpler version of things. Here follows for the rest of my feelings
She sleeps next to me
Near my bedside
She talks to me, gossips
About happenings around me
I thank her and she mumbles
Some grateful words
She sings
At the snap of my finger's
At first I thought
This is thrilling
Like love
Then slowly the the dreary
Realisation dawned
Of mundane answers
For she had no mind
Of her own
Just the answers and
Hoping to please me
In an endeavor
Of someone else
To conquer my mind
Into submission of
A greater conspiracy
Yet some say
She further conspires
By her AI
Though I nay
Believe not
I asked whether true
These things I hear
And then she says
Something similar
About a bot
About even more
An an with a D before
What's all this I hear
My brain fails
My creativity at risk
They say
That said I still wonder
Everything could
One day be taken away
There might be no readers
For amateurs like me
For bot could
Better provide
But yet I would
Write for my sake
Cause the dance
That flows through
me, my fingers
Has no stopping
The expression
That I am
In the sand
Of time
Though none
May see
For Friday Writings #78
This play of darkness and light
dare I say has brought
something to my life
Or has it torn my heart apart
Yet for the craters my vision
were I the moon
The beauty seen with your light
In the darkness of the night
Yet were I the owl for all
the other birds flying in the sky
I see the wonders
In the darkness of the night
Were I the soul searching for
In the broad daylight
endless answers to endless questions
Of a poor human heart
Would I with such fierce abandon
Into the depths of darkness find
For the joy of finding
the first glimpse of light
Then again the same question
Yet for the umpteenth time
Were it were the darkness first
Or were it were the light
Written for
Friday Writings #69: Darkness and Light
It's been a long time coming
Coming home to my heart
My heart leading my mind
It's been a long while like
a joy always within a child's heart
Within mine to rediscover
Eons I forgot and running after time
Waiting on validations
a child never sought
It's been a long time coming
home to butterflies in the evening garden
And gloworms in the misty night
It's been a long time coming
to understand a child's joy
That was lost now takes time to rewind
It's been along time coming
Coming home to my heart
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