"siddartha" poems
His hands stretched out as if in the
Shavasana pose, only he was
Wearing his old jeans, chequered shirt
Black laceless converse shoes
His head on the lush green grass
With Hesse’s Siddartha in his left hand
and a magical airbrush in his right hand
He gazed at the cloudless blue sky
Like an artist in front of a canvas
he drew the people he wanted in it,
The boy with the inquisitive big brown eyes
The girl at the bus stop carrying a tote bag
the things he wanted to do,
Climb the highest mountain peak
Do the tango in Buenos Aires
Vagabond across South America
the sunsets and the full moons he wanted to see
the reasons he was willing to suffer for
the smiles he wanted to have.
A masterpiece in the making
the outline took no more than a few minutes
but the finished piece took a lifetime to create.
Dec 13, 2016
Dec 13, 2016 at 5:25 AM UTC
go to sleep
godless heap -
goddess leap
...gotta sleep
It's 2am,
for Siddartha's sake,
you ain't gonna find zen
at the other end of this computer screen.
****** I mean -
No creative dam is gonna break open tonight
(this morning)
you're all stopped up, or drained
so just stop drying.
Seriously, quit diddling with your self
doing that horrid poemry
(po-mory? poor-merry? potpourri? poopoory?)
just *******
go
to *******
sleep.
Dec 31, 2013
Dec 31, 2013 at 2:39 AM UTC
seems like I am getting drawn to
the beauty of barren lands and the deserts,
as fiercely as I go in my best efforts
to dry-up every drop of love that never quenches my thirst!
the pain is getting so dry,
I am getting in love with the dryness!
eagerly waiting for a sharp and cold knife
to rip me off..still standing there to fight it off,
so that it just melts down
and then dries-up.. then find my dryness to go ahead! !
coldness is enough.. this coldness
is so enough.. I got so frozen-up,
as much as my wishes and pleads for love!
find no warmth in these
cold hearts.., no warmth,
all good now to go find my place
in the scorching heats,
get burned and be happy
spreading the warmth like Sun,
to every coldest of the hearts,
that might freeze another heart, otherwise!
May 6, 2017
May 6, 2017 at 6:46 AM UTC
I've studied
the ancient
pages
learned
from sacred
sages
loved with
a heart
that's tainted
and
resurrected
a dead
language
I
inhabit
the realm
of gods
can decipher
their
dialogue
see through
the lies
of demagogues
and write
with the hand
that appeared
in Babylon
I've traveled
with
Prince Siddartha
unveiled
Hamunaptra
and revealed
a holy
mantra
that's spoken
by the
Dalai Lama
while
the world's
in her
death throes
i've witnessed
a seed
grow
as I reform
and reshape
every
9,000 years
we're reborn
in space...
now let us create
Sep 20, 2019
Sep 20, 2019 at 7:03 PM UTC
Oh Dear Time, would you ever get tired in testing me? ,
for, all I wanted is just not meeting any un-solicited shame!
Oh Dear Honesty, don't encourage me anymore, I shall hold it all for a while,
for, for others, it became surprisingly un-believable!
yet, you my trait dear Honesty, you know we have a deal,
that we never go apart and never end our Love tale!
Oh Dear Fate, would you please care to give different style of knocks? ,
when you show-up with such false hopes, and especially at wrong times?
Oh Dear Luck, I am always surprised on your visits,
for, You never made it to me and left without many sorrys!
Oh my Dear Dreams, I trust you anytime when you come in such eloquence and finesse,
even this time, when you came in a mutated sequence and let me fall in an abyss!
Oh Dear Facts of failure, you sure have every right to mock at me,
but, would you be please, not so loud while shouting at me?
Oh Dear Pessimism, can I request you not to pass by me? ,
for, I didn't yet collect all my whim!
Oh you Dear Death, you cleverly chose to stay away from me,
for, You again didn't want to breach the rules in fetching me!
Oh all you Dear Friends and Onlookers, ask me not any questions,
for it is not any puppet show to get you in awe and wonders!
rather, anyone please teach me how to cry in dignified manners!
May 7, 2017
May 7, 2017 at 6:19 AM UTC