By Durgesh Verma
Fleeting Time
Fleeting time digs
a grave so deep.
From the spade of pendulum
which does sound like - tick.
Sometimes we throw the pebbles of delusion
into sediments of fate.
Which leaves us speechless
at the final end.
When a foetal takes birth
from mother’s womb by natal.
Its lip is soft like
a rose petal.
Gradually a child comes out
from it’s childish act.
where he has some dreams
which he wishes to turn into fact.
With each step, time throws
a dice of momentum.
Where our life does cross
jubilees of silver, golden and platinum.
After completion of a wish,
our trend is to tilt in the next greed increase.
But travel in the mirage of illusion
is a way to self perish.
Our earthly future preserves
the lap of mother- Nature.
But the irony is that
we become the predator of preserver.
Before taking the next breath
Let’s come out from the mental crease.
Be calm towards the Holy Nature
where one day you shall have to sleep forever with ease.
Your Precious Presence
Inside the complexity of our brains are many thoughts
Our aims, our goals,
Our aspirations, our poetry,
Our desire to see
in the eyes of the Lord.
Confirmation that we are all the same.
Laying blame on others is shameful.
We all have our weaknesses.
In our darkest hours, lit by the tiniest flame
of the flickering candle, hope,
we need to search for those precious
words of wisdom.
Do not waste time -
throwing a dice
in a game of chance -
life is a chess game,
and only you are responsible for
the moves you make.
Gist of Fleeting Memories
A Lotus blooms
on the sediment of memories.
An old man is the real owner
of those golden stories.
By remembering those glimpses
he goes past.
Where -
He laughs.
He weeps.
He plays.
He runs fast.
With each wrinkle
of upcoming waves of time.
We'll too reach there
with melodious rhyme.
But a soreness among inner peace
which we've felt.
A shiver silence
which can't be melt.
A gust of wind
changes the direction of our thought.
Though, the sensibilities among us exist.
Yet, our attitude of viewing the life is rot.
Here, I would like
to stop my muse.
Let's decide, which the path
you need to choose.
Till then, take care
of those soft petals red.
Otherwise,
it may soon fade.
An Insect's Query
I laugh
I dance
I sing
the songs.
On the soft
green branch
I stand firmly
with four legs.
But an unanswered question is
in my head -
Who says -
I am just an insect?
See my hands are
in pose.
Wings are
half spread of course.
My little mind is developing
a new life concept.
Who says -
I am just an insect?
Though, I know
my life is too short.
Yet, I'm filled it
with colorful art.
I live happily
without having any expect.
Who says -
I am just an insect?
I've captured
the flowing sands of time
and mixed it with cement
for a perfect wine.
Wine which may give
a wonderful moment ceaseless.
Who says -
I am just an insect?
Sometimes I'm racing
with the waves
to search the destination
of my self respect.
My existence in this world isn't
by mistake.
Who says -
I am just an insect?
My Little Hands
A drop of elixir
I wish to keep...
To make a sweet home –
provide refuge.
Let me show you how
I construct my home.
Who says, we can't build
in a day, just like Rome?
I have begun construction
on the slate of ground.
With some coloured wax crayons
which nearby I found.
I have placed a chimney
on the roof of the hut,
with a window, a door and
a tree next to it; but
do you see the baby doll
happily staring at me?
She is safe from all dangers and
now feeling carefree.
If you ask me for how long
I'll make shelters like this
I'd answer –‘for as long
as my humanity exists’.
My Lost Selfhood
While,
I was busy in thinking
over in the cozy chair.
I found
my inner soul missing
in intoxicating air.
Then,
the dense darkness
of fog arose.
In fear,
I kept my eyelids
fully closed.
Somewhere,
the lamps of hope
were yet to shine.
At dawn,
I found my lost soul
who scolded & said -
'Why had you taken
in so much quantity
of illusory wine?
Dedicating to my entire Poet friends
Though, my words’ expressions are
not so poetic.
I'm proceeding, little steps
to refine my confined thoughts.
Muses of my mind are made for
the sake of mankind.
My fingers are defining their destination
through keyboard snapshots.
Sometimes I travel
in the aroma of the violet shade of tales.
Sometimes my path is covered with
the imaginative crystals of frost.
Sometimes the wilderness
dislocates my destination.
Sometimes my immense courage finds
lost ways in the dirt of past.
Hindrance never stops me
to freely act.
Intentions of intense feelings are
my tacit pact.
Be a Poet
before becoming a man.
To Ignite rhythmic & peaceable tunes
like a Saint.
The Reverie
I flow in the reverie and
collide with ashore.
I scatter in infinitive drops and
connecting myself for flow.
I vaporize myself
to touch the cosmic heights.
With a huge discharge of lighting
I create thundering clouds.
I'm from the womb
of mother Earth.
Who always convenes me
to come onto her lap.
I'm grateful to get her
great affection.
So, with the drops of rain
I come back to make her evergreen again.
An Endless Happiness
Preserve your past
and live in the present.
Believe in your presence
and never remain in absence.
Be alive in those moments
which make you laugh.
See the innocent nature
of a softy calf –
It shakes tail
to and fro.
At the time of drinking milk
from the mother- cow.
See the eagerness
of a baby chirp -
As it welcomes dawn
by flapping its wings.
The Moon appears
in the foggy night
by wearing the dress
of silvery white.
Twinkling stars
of surmise suddenly vanish.
We can hear morning prayers
in Hindi, English and Danish.
In the joy of filling nectar
in bee-hives.
I'm sowing flowering seeds
which can rise high in the sky.
Spiritual Dance
Our dancing steps
are giving mystic reasons
to rhyme.
An inner faith in self
gives a clear direction
to illumine.
Though,
it's merely a photograph
for viewers.
Yet, for the peace seekers -
'A clue
to meet with the divine.'
Where each soul seems too busy
to take a spiritual sip
of the cosmic elixir of life.
See, the closed windows
of inner walls are
unfamiliar from chime.
Search a catalyst
with bending head and
raising hands.
Quench your thirst
with sweet water of wisdom and
let's leave the false mirage of wine.
(Durgesh Verma is a Social Worker in Uttar Pradesh, India. He is working as a President with the NGO 'SPARSH: TOUCHING LIVES SOCIETY' at Varanasi. A University post graduate, Durgesh in his spare time enjoys listening to all genres of music, swimming, writing poems in Hindi, Urdu & English which may help lead to global peace and harmony.)
June 06 2023
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