"howsoever" poems
This world, that we live in,
Is not at all less.
It is full of lies
And a lot of mess.
The innocent being abducted,
The honest being convicted,
There’s no ray of hope,
In this world,
Of untruthful, slimy slope.
It is so not possible,
To climb back up,
Because the world,
Is constantly trying,
To pull you back down,
In this ditch,
So that alone they do not drown.
This is what
You have to watch out for.
Everybody is selfish;
Nobody is yours,
Except your family.
Who is always there;
Even in wars.
People are bad,
And will always be,
You have to survive,
With dear ones to your support,
You have to thrive.
Go on, who stops you?
But watch out for these traitors:
That will always be near you.
Looking for a potential prey,
Every single day.
They will treat you nicely at first,
On cloud nine,
They will make you fly,
But what comes later,
Is something impalpable.
Falling through a canopy,
Into a trench that is
Unfathomable.
Come on! You have to get up:
Be strong,
You have to catch up!
This not the end,
But the beginning,
Of your story.
A story,
That will one day be exemplary,
For all,
In this howsoever bad world.
Success will follow you,
If you follow struggle;
This struggle will become obsession;
Obsession, your passion.
And passion is unstoppable.
That very day,
When you know your goal very evidently,
And the journey is your pal,
Nobody can stop you,
From being on top of the world.
And this time,
Nobody’s going to push you
Because on top,
You will be
All alone.
Dec 27, 2015
Dec 27, 2015 at 12:21 PM UTC
when in the wilderness, then the portal seems so long and wide
no matter how heavy the distance is, let go of your deepest sigh ...
at the signal of the time, the wounded mind will exhile in the heart and heal any sore!
because for every success is worth the celebration!
no matter how big or small
even when the lines are not rhyming anymore!
do not be afraid, do not be discouraged, do not let your words slip,
express how you feel by looking up or kneeling.
and when you hold your pen and its loose ink ...
kindly convey your thoughts to a lifetime place that can grow around different corners!
someday,
howsoever ...
selfishness can correct the colorless mixture of fire and water
covered by heaven and Earth
and made thru the collision of Love and hatred
until a massive light fades, and obscures the limit of fading views
Oct 23, 2020
Oct 23, 2020 at 2:14 AM UTC
I survived a life-threatening,
Coma-inducing & memory-debilating
High-speed road accident in May ‘10.
I survived COVID12,
The SARS-COV12.
Now I even survived COVID19.
I, howsoever, know what I am.
I am a mortal. Perishable.
May 14, 2021
May 14, 2021 at 8:44 AM UTC
Look no further than yourself,
be your own lamp
your own refuge*.
The rain washed sky found a mirror in his eyes.
Yet for some time as the end neared
he was hearing an echo
from the deep well of nirvana
urging his weary feet toward a home
his aeons ago.
The frail bones feeling the pull
drove his weary feet through rains
to be on that land one last time.
*Look no further
for howsoever long is the journey
must come to an end at home*.
That night as he lay under the śāl tree
they strained to hear him whisper
*All composite things decay,
strive diligently.
Oct 12, 2017
Oct 12, 2017 at 10:31 AM UTC
Where would you go,
Stopping I am not,
Go if you want to go,
Remembering me you are not,
As I'm not interested,
Wishing you quicker recovery,
Wherever you'll fall,
Caring I am not,
Just go if you wanna go.
Because lonelier you left me here,
You better need not to come ever,
I have earlier survived alone as well,
You weren't here near my deathlike bed,
There had been both of my parents,
Only expecting me as a robot in return,
And I found you absent when I needed,
Oh this is only the revelation of my life,
Such a fool I expected you to be my wife.
Now I can imagine what I was spared from,
I was spared from the splitter-splatter stuff,
And of course the kitchen's blitter-blatter bluff,
Because I am sure that I can prepare better food,
Much better than your fickle-minded self could,
Lovelier is my hand's company to my big head,
I imagine stuff and fantasize howsoever it feels fit,
And of course, I don't need your help for that,
I just go fap-fap, splitter-splatter & blitter-blatter.
Oct 24, 2016
Oct 24, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
As you lie on the creaky hospital cot,
there is a lot that can be thought
by listening to the uneven, rapid wheeze
and by looking at the hitherto unseen pallor
of your otherwise ruddy cheeks......
Many (im)possibilities can be perceived;
that a father I may never be;
that my father may never be
the same with me;
that you may well have entered
the last lap
in your race for that ever elusive
qualifying tag;
that come what may, one day
you shall really be a non-entity
and there may be only me
to see you lying limp and lifeless
just as you now seem to be......
Perceptions may not be real.
The only reality, is a single soul searching query:
Does any materialist passion
or for that matter, a self-effacing spiritualism,
allow anyone to cause the demise of the one
still huddled up in that warm,
allegedly safe darkness of anonymity?
Isn't a human life, howsoever insignificant it be might,
too much a price to pay
for even the rarest gain...
in this provisional little world
of putty clay?
Nov 21, 2019
Nov 21, 2019 at 9:51 AM UTC
Devi is an ocean.
standing on the beach,
ocean does not affect me,
is completely indifferent ,
howsoever deeply I love being there,
the wetness has not touched me!
To truly know the ocean
enjoy it I need to immerse myself,
and go deep diving so see its true beauty.
Ocean will still not care who I am,
but know I will be a changed person.
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 2:14 AM UTC
Whatever trial and tribulation would breathe upon my neck,
However difficult the path ahead may be,
Whichever hurdles attempt to arrest me,
Howsoever the riddles of life befuddle me,
All these challenges,
All the laws of men,
Will never cease away the moments of happiness you have given me,
Will never dull the figments of blissful memories you have created with me,
Forever within me shall they remain,
Till the tides, and the winds, favour me no longer.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 2:21 AM UTC
Whether you come,
Or you do not,
I will survive,
Yes I will thrive.
Howsoever be the measure,
There won't be any pressure.
As you are connected to me,
And I am committed to you.
Whether you come,
Or you do not,
I will survive,
Would I thrive?
What fun will be my life,
Without you as my wife,
What life will be my life,
Each moment punishes.
So you should come,
Now you do,
I will survive,
Then I'll thrive.
Feb 4, 2017
Feb 4, 2017 at 7:07 AM UTC
Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!
Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.
Carry the memories along,
To the umpteenth furlong.
May them be good or bad,
Just prize it what you had.
Oh, I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.
Howsoever may be the day,
You have to move on today.
What you'll get in your life,
You'll play the relaxed fife.
Oh I swear by myself,
And I do not utter lies.
Whatever may cometh,
You carry on, oh sailor!
Whatever you may lose,
Move on, oh dear sailor!
Apr 15, 2017
Apr 15, 2017 at 1:22 PM UTC
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya
My world has separated me
If you see,o see priya!
On every road
Every crossing
Your memories
Stop me
Everywhere
Is your touch
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya
I was alone a lonely bird
You extended your hand
Called and brought me
O you taught me
Such giving
O howsoever I try
Can't forget you,can't ,O priya!
O my mind is today
So unstable
Without you
Am I empty
O in my chest
Smoke unknown
Fills up!
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya
O the path doesn't end
The feet move on
I feel really
I have lost
The address
O the night doesn't end
Dreams don't come
O I doesn't know
How many moons
Of tears
O yesterday
Was my love
Today it
Feels so far
O the touch
Of memories
Unending !
Loved have I you more than me
If you get it,o get it priya!
Feb 7, 2018
Feb 7, 2018 at 7:02 AM UTC
We have to defeat our grief,
And we have to make love,
Howsoever it may be brief.
I want you to feel free,
Right now and whenever,
Especially when you are with me.
I can see your beautiful potential,
I see your ***** and am turned on,
I feel that between us not these feelings but love is preferential.
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 8:23 AM UTC
Those outstretched arms upon the Cross
beckon to you their embrace;
not as a thrall loth to return to cruel master,
but as a child fain towards his father!
Howsoever far we fall from the path,
the yearning of nail-pierced hands calls.
Amidst hateful sin and wrothfulness,
we comprehend not such unwarranted mercy.
Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 5:44 PM UTC
Salty sweat gets into them
My eyeballs cry
They aren’t enjoying this game
Howsoever they try.
It’s so mean
I mean the heat
Outside and within
It burns like ****
The sky bears no blue
And it has no clue
When rain will come
The cloud-pressed balm
To turn this hell’s hearth
Once more a soothing earth!
With my thoughts a seething mess
My mind in clumsy distress
I’ve no way but to hold on
My breath in the boiling cauldron!
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
1857 was some years older,
Bhaaratvarsh was still a slave.
No Hïnđū king after Śïvājī had been bolder,
None dared guerrilla attacks from a mountain cave.
No Hïnđū queen after Läkšmībāī was braver,
None consumed the patriotism wine agave.
Mughal or howsoever other tyrannical kings were,
The Colonial Age was worse and it was a blur.
Bhāräŧ knows how to make things better,
And I am sure about this administrator.
Mōđī Jī is as focused as a recluse,
And Yōgī Jī tolerates not a traitor.
Shāh Jī is the best strategist,
And the team is just perfect.
Smřŧï auntie is the best counsellor,
An example she is of the pink power.
Rājnāŧh Jī is the best caretaker,
Wise old man for the nation.
Doctor Härśvärđhän is now elevated,
He heads the World Health Organization.
Coronavirus and its disease, COVID19,
Originated in MainlandChina.
Extinction, it is threatening,
Now we all turn to Hïnđū values.
Sänāŧän Đhärmä is very scientific,
The blind faith belongs to aggressors.
The oldest **** sapiens sapiens,***
In Jharkhand state, you will find its remains.
They say that history repeats itself,
Rām Rājyä beckons once again.
Jul 9, 2020
Jul 9, 2020 at 7:45 PM UTC
'Pon this grand Stage we call "Life,"
t'is up to you, and only you,
to be a Character,
or to otherwise sink
into a stagnant state,
being just another Extra.
Which will you choose?
I know I've chosen:
seize what days I have.
You can be banal,
it's easy and unrewarding;
set up for yourself
a mundane Life;
letting each day
pass evermore begrudgingly
as redundant iterations and projections
of your own uninteresting Mind,
or,
you can defy that lull of Life,
you can deviate from the herd
you can be an exquisite piece of Art-
created by the very act of existing,
moderately uncompromisingly,
howsoever that happens to be
that you, alone, desire.
(Anyone seeking so much as to try
to stop, limit or discourage you
is unhealthy for your potential)
Will you find yourself
on the long list
of names so long forgotten,
or will you be
remembered, forevermore,
by thy peers?
Tell me, Self,
I'm curious:
which shall be thy choice:
a Path of a Character,
or that of a mere Extra?
Better still,
because talk is so cheap,
so superfluous:
show me.
Show me.
Show me who you truly are.
I want to be unable to disbelieve.
I refuse to be an Extra
in the story of my own Life.
I refuse to be an Extra
if I have any say in the matter.
Would you?
Do you?
Are you?
Well, show me:
we shall see.
Mar 9, 2014
Mar 9, 2014 at 2:20 PM UTC
Howsoever it may look,
it may sound,
But no other way till date,
I have found.
For tasting the heaven,
the God's domain,
Give up the counting ,
what loss or Gain.
For God is not loss and
benifit you count,
Nor he can be bought
what be the amount.
You hear the sound ,
the whistle of train,
But never you find,
the whistle of train.
If candle will try,
for catching the heat ,
And music will try for,
catching drum beat.
Can cloud get success,
in catching the rain?
And can a bird find,
sky the empty terrain.?
Like fish never fathom,
what water what sea,
And fruit seldom find,
the bud and the tree.
For a Fish is in water,
and a bird in sky,
Sea cannot be found ,
whatever fish try.
As breathing not separate
from body from life,
And family just dependent
on part of a wife.
God' business is different,
and different his way,
He is closest of the closest,
and still far away.
A man is not separate,
nor different from God,
No question disecting ,
the source with a sword.
The Proof of heaven is ,
within you my friend,
Just venture your search,
in your heart's terrain.
Ajay Amitabh Suman
Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:53 AM UTC
Seek not to be the best
because thy technique is kept secret.
Rather, seek to be the best
by applying it howsoever is seen fit.
Seek but thy own technique.
It shall be the best for thee.
Yes,
that means
being self-aware and creative.
Yes,
that means
teaching thyself
at each and every opportunity.
Yes,
temporary failure is inevitable,
but welcome such opportunities:
they are only what are made of them.
For:
with perseverance,
what abundance may be found
forewent by others.
One who finds One's self
transcends much inner struggle,
and is free to be.
Learn, copy, study,
do whatsoever it takes;
just, please, say ye will
walk away from everything
with anything,
rather than
as something.
Read between the lines.
Seek to do so all the time,
because I think that One shall find
elusory, seductive peace of mind
awaits us all so patiently there.
Fear not
to dream on:
be thyself,
wheresoever it may take thee.
All else be naught shy of Cowardice, I daresay!
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 3:16 AM UTC
Beyond life and death,
Away from the concept of right and wrong,
In the field of unknown,
Amidst the feelings I get in loneliness,
Running away from suicidal thoughts,
Memories of lost love haunt me hard,
Death seems like the perfect option.
I know that I can't give up until they are there,
Howsoever short may be life.
Sep 12, 2016
Sep 12, 2016 at 4:04 AM UTC
*
*In the tempest,
praying for the best
the hopes float
on a small boat
steered by the trust and patience
love and acceptance...
Time and distance hardly matter
hope the things get better
the normalcy gets the track
the happy times will surely come back,
till then the finger are crossed
praying the lord
to let me remind that
Temperory is this helplessness
Howsoever I miss "us"
"this too shall pass!"
Yes
"This too shall pass!!"*
*
Aug 16, 2019
Aug 16, 2019 at 3:57 PM UTC
Seek always to leave the World a better place than you found it,
howsoever it so happens that you go about it;
all else is Sin.
Jul 19, 2013
Jul 19, 2013 at 12:13 PM UTC