"tardily" poems
Summer grows old, cold-blooded mother.
The insects are scant, skinny.
In these palustral homes we only
Croak and wither.
Mornings dissipate in somnolence.
The sun brightens tardily
Among the pithless reeds. Flies fail us.
he fen sickens.
Frost drops even the spider. Clearly
The genius of plenitude
Houses himself elsewhwere. Our folk thin
Lamentably.
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As I sauntered on banks of Yamuna at night.
I saw a man old, bent, with stick in dhoti white.
Tardily, step by step as he came nearer to me.
With joy I smiled as our own beloved Bapu was he.
With tears in my eyes I asked, ' Bapu you are still alive! ,
those three bullets holed your chest, how did you survive?
What happened to you? Where were you all these days?
What you ate? How you lived? Now where do you stay?
Condition of your beloved land is deteriorating day by day.
Countrymen have left your path, they have gone astray.
Your image, your killers are trying to malign and degrade.
Berating your ways, encouraging means which you forbade.
Hitler's advocates on chariots are traversing Nation's length.
Day by day Fascism is gaining ground , gaining strength.
Disguised as followers of Sri Ram, deeds of Ravan they do.
Riots and killings are frequent, women and minors are targeted too.
Terrorism nourishing on terrorism, cruelty at its worst.
Targeting anyone, anywhere, time and again bombs burst.
Once a land of peace, land of sufism, land of saints,
now ****** Innocent souls being killed without restraint.
Regionalism is being encouraged and taking roots.
Unity of the Nation selfish politicians reduce and dilute.
Corruption is increasing everywhere and in all spheres
Even highest office of respect could not keep itself clear '
Passing his hand over my head he smiled and said '
I am just a spirit, long ago my weak body was dead.
Daily with expectation I rise and daily with despair I die
Daily my hope is shattered and daily with grief I sigh
They may have killed me but now I live in numerous hearts
They may write me down in history yet my message will dart.
See this flag, colour saffron is dear to me, colour green I love.
between them is colour white, colour of peace, colour of dove.
Nation divided in three hurts me more than bullets three
From casteism and regionlism country should be free.
Communalism should not be allowed to raise its ugly head.
With sword of constitution Fascism we need to behead '
Three sound disturbed the calm, beloved Bapu fell on the ground
I went to help but Bapu vanished with words 'Hey Ram' echoing around
Determined that this time his innocent blood will not go waste.
I collected his non-violent blood in my pen like ink with haste.
Nov 2, 2014
Nov 2, 2014 at 3:08 AM UTC
Look at you now, tiny speck, falling from the sky.
Tardily as ever, with not so much as a worldly tie.
Showy, sparkly stardust you can never aspire to be.
Yet, there is a certain anomaly to your normalcy.
Oh speck of dust, you know naught where you truly belong.
In the strong arms of the wind, mindlessly floating along.
At times you may coalesce with the specks in your way,
But then again, feel the fleeting need to flee far astray
And now the cold, cold wind is letting you go.
You seem to be spiralling- sinking ever so low.
Parting with everything you've ever known, I trust?
Yet you can't have ties when you're a speck of dust.
Poor lost speck, as they clean you away, you groan.
But you can only be lost if a home you've ever known.
Worry not, for while they may sweep you off in a gust,
Can you ever really destroy dust?
Feb 7, 2017
Feb 7, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
Walking on highways
Lighting as byways
Smiling with sourness
Eyes held distress
High on pills
Dancing on heels
Way is too hazy
Eyes are too blurry
Suffering to self
Squealing to cars
Back home tardily
On bed sadly
Waking up greasy
Back to routine as daily
Jan 26, 2019
Jan 26, 2019 at 2:42 PM UTC
As a drop of tear
left my eyes
and wetted the stone
that treasures a life
I heard the chirrups
of the flock of birds
that joyously flew
along the beautiful skies
that reclines in peace
above the world within me
turning it a paradise
of my mother's memories
Amidst this heaven
as I tardily walked
awed by the aroma
its splendour spread
I glimpsed a bird
who briskly touched
the face of a river
whose waves revealed
the silver reflection,
a handful of which
my mother once borrowed
to embellish her love
that lives no more
in a memory alone
Amidst this heaven
as I tardily walked
I glimpsed another
who perched a tree
the taste of whose shade
as I sat to savour
the canopy of branches
showered upon me
a myriad flowers
the petals of which
were the drops of rain
my mother once brewed
from the cloud of love
that sprinkles no more
only in a memory
in a memory alone
Amidst this heaven
as I tardily walked
I glimpsed another
whose feathers danced
to the symphonies within
the ode of a breeze
whose tunes once bid
my mother's lips
to lullaby me
beyond a door
where the waves of my sleep
rowed me as a shell
to the shores of my dream
where fantasy dwells
the lullaby made dumb
cradles me no more
but sings in a memory
in a memory alone
An eternal desire
to my mother who lives
in a memory alone
as an immortal epic
flow out indeed
as the river of love
in your womb I shall sleep
as a foetus in wait
to be born as your son
as an infant wave
the cries of whom
shall vanish the gems
your loss once scattered
as a legacy that shone
for ages and ages
across the skies,
darkened by your shadows
that solely survived.
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 4:24 AM UTC
It's your paradigmatic flexion
no one shall stop you
Nerves against the knife you dare.
Very well I may, but just this once
for I believe it's vile
Pucker the shattered pieces.
After all what's at stake
your existence was my mere bait
Cowardice defeats the brave.
You may not die my ilk
three, two, one, it begins
Body vs the soul.
You are bequeathed to wander
and I will stay unfathomable
Irony served on a lustful plate.
A knife, poison, a gun
but you are doomed to be awake
My privation will tardily **** you.
Aug 16, 2012
Aug 16, 2012 at 3:28 PM UTC
"baby, your smile
makes the sun shine brighter
your kisses, make me feel weightless
like im a hundred pounds lighter"
my heart is now broken,
this is no longer the case
heart shattered into millions
it can't be fixed, nor replaced
so now i grab the knife
and hold it to my skin
i slowly twist it to the light
and press the point in
into my wrist,
watching the blood caress the blade
i was scared at first
but i am no longer afraid
i lift my head to the now darkened sky
the tears tardily roll down my face
as i pray to the lingering air
to the tune of my hearts, unsteady pace
i raise the blade out
and see the shattered veins
i look down, now knowing comepletely
that this will be the end of my days
makeup smeared down my cheeks
as i prey not to awake tomarrow
i hope no one finds me like this
not laying in my own sorrow
the puddle of blood surrounds me
as i look down at the **** in my arm
i start to think of everyone else
this will eventually harm
i reach for the phone
hardly seeing throught he tears im crying
but i no longer have the strength
i can feel myself quickly dieing
laying on the floor, completely helpless
nothing i can do, nor anyone else
the blood still pours and pours
slowing down my pulse
i am on the edge of death
and i try to scream
i get out a bit of a tune
before i started an unending dream
Oct 3, 2010
Oct 3, 2010 at 11:32 AM UTC
The approach of dawn
and the chilly cold breeze,
the languid movement of trees
and the dance of bush
underneath.
The shroud of stars
covering the sky
and the proudish gaze of moon
appreciating self
on the lake mirror with a fetish eye.
The small grains of sand
moving steadily
as though musical piano keys
hugging each other
to generate the rhythmic tease.
The wind blowing tardily
flows through the alley of mystic mountains
rendering a slow and steady euphony
into thou's veins like a fountain.
Such was the beauty of those nights
miles away from home
into the arms of nature
and the perfect company
longing from years,
marks the beginning
of the best days
coming in the near future.
Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 8:25 AM UTC
I've fallen so many times hoping i'll get to you
been down for the longest time still waiting for you
It got me so long to realise i had no chance with you
guess now dead or alive it wouldn't matter to you
Days now shall pass by differently,time is all it takes to make my pain fade tardily ..
it's me who's hurt & it's you who's gone ,looking at it this way makes it even harder to move on.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
This is Africa
My feet need a deep clean
Stained red and dusty
More than just *****
This is Africa
My clothes stick to me
I wouldn’t want to smell me
I’m hot beyond sweaty
This is Africa
I’m a sight worth seeing
A target for street traders
My skin is impressive so it seams
This is Africa
Where the fruits grow so tasty
But prices are doubled for me
Yet they’re worth it
This is Africa
Where the people seam happy
Whilst living life more simply
Even when stretching to raise money
This is Africa
Where time has no certainty
Motion no stress or urgency
Things just happen more tardily
This is Africa
Where police are bought at a fee
People roam with guns and machete
But we’ve not seen them used
This is Africa
And it’s welcomed me
So much I don’t want to leave
I just want more
Mar 11, 2014
Mar 11, 2014 at 10:12 AM UTC
There once was a girl
With a basket full of dreams
Wearing a cape of hope
Walking to her grandma’s house on the other side of the wood
Her steps were brisk
The road was paved
With flowers grown on each side of the way
But as she walked the sunlight began to dim
And long black trees started to enclose the road
Her brisk movements became tardily steps
As she found herself lost deep in the wood
The heart of the wood was dark and foggy
Concealing a creature with sharp claws
Gleaming like two yellow jewels
Were the wolf’s perilous eyes
The eyes didn’t seek the girl
But the precious things she holds
A basket of dreams and a cape of hope
The wood was empty and the girl was scared
But the wolf, generously, gave her a choice
A sacrifice she must make
If she wanted to get out alive
She must give him the things dearest to her heart
She didn’t have a choice, or did she?
To yield peacefully or fight bravely
What do you think the little girl chose?
What would you if you were standing in her shoes?
Alone with a wolf in a big black woods.
Aug 29, 2018
Aug 29, 2018 at 5:42 PM UTC
When looks don't adore
When riches don't count
When strength don't daunt
Peace should rule the world
See things through
Believe the truth
There's no where to go
Will they ever come to know?
Help, Help, screamed the weak
Look yourself, you smell weak
Noticed the aroma tardily reeks
Caught up with reality's deeds
Aug 6, 2017
Aug 6, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
Looking through the window
He sat breathing with ease
Egressing of rain announced
By the black cuckoo so proud
Raindrops falling tardily from leaves
Tickling the wet and shy earth
In her dress of sticking flowers
Spreading the fragrance of a new bride
Sparrows and squirrels visit houses
Breaking the silence after rain!
Mar 18, 2018
Mar 18, 2018 at 11:21 AM UTC