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Ancient love


I groped through cluttered lanes
Dark and dismal
I couldn’t rally
Around or be calm or stall
My claustrophobia and fears.

I peeped through window panes
I stumbled and fell
Stuck in the blind alley
Where I could see vermin crawl;
There was no stopping my tears.

Was this the hell they spoke of?
The fire and torment
That took over the mind?
The obvious consequences
Of it’s own disarray?

Exit was close enough
But I had ignorantly spent
A lifetime to find
The signposts with directions
That would show me the way.

Now beyond the past
Out of the murky bylanes
Of ego and desire
I rest my heart and feet
I am one with the throng

The valley is green and vast
I feel lie a child again
I fill my lungs with air
My life a fluttering sheet
Of Life’s all pervading song.

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Like lamps being lit at dusk
Like homing birds in the sky
Like a stroll in the woods
Like a rivulet flowing by.
Like a patch of wildflowers
Swaying in the breeze
Like a lonely rustic path
Winding through the trees.
Like raindrops falling
On fields rich with grain
Like a nightbird sharing
It’s silent , secret pain.
Like a thirsty soul yearning
For a few drops
Like heartbeats slowing
Till they finally stop

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Posted by on October 9, 2013 in Poetry

 

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Let’s merge our voices


This is response to the following link:
http://intothebardo.wordpress.com/2013/10/01/poets-against-war-2-peace-would-be-radical-by-jamie-dedes/

Here in India, we had a king
Ashoka, who gave up war
After hundreds had bled
To gory deaths and hundreds
Had been injured.

It’s way beyond depressing
To know that we’ve come this far
Learning nothing and instead
We still live with hatred
And to violence inured.

It’s those politicians , we say
And feel absolved of our guilt
As if we were deaf and blind
As if we didn’t know
That our silence would us indict

Ceaselessly and remorselessly we slay
Compassion and regret
We search and cannot find
A reason to restore
Our unfettered insights.

War will stay, we repeat
It always was there and will be
And we pretend to be convinced
Of its inevitability and our lack of choices
And the compulsions of history.

Dare we tackle and defeat
Dare we mock at the fallacy
Of believing our future is jinxed
Shall we merge our singular voices
To beckon our sanity?

 
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Posted by on October 1, 2013 in Poetry

 

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