"undertook" poems
Once I undertook a journey,
upon the very face of our entire world.
To view for myself the many pictures,
and written descriptions in all the geography
books and History Classes, National
Geographic magazines and movies seen.
A Quest to see with my own eyes what
I had only experienced second hand.
In my mid twenties, like a dream,
one foot in front of the other,
I went about exploring.
I sniffed and tasted the scents of foreign lands,
Incense, Sage and Frankincense, fish curry,
fried snake and even monkey brains.
Walked in lush Jungle Bush and Desert sands,
Along the shores of Islands and the coasts
of many lands.
Heard the voices of 30 divergent Dialects
and cultures, smiling and laughing with
the families and children of all of them.
Set beside the fires of primitive tribal men,
heard their chants to their gods above, the
moon, stars and the sun, the ocean, the land.
Clapped my hands and moved my feet in
their ancient mystic dances.
Drank their tea, Kava or whatever they shared
grateful for their offered unselfish brotherhood.
Stood on the flanks of the tallest Mountains
in the world, on my toe tips, to try to see the
face of the God of my youthful teachings,
disappointed when I did not see him, or Her.
Found instead an inner tranquility, imparted
to me by Red robbed Monks from within their
chants of Peace and wise earthly enlightenments.
Strolled the cobbled streets of two thousand year
old Cities. Walked among the ruined remnants of
nearly forgotten once great Civilizations.
Explored Modern European Citadels' of wealth and learning.
Over time rode on planes, ships, buses, backs of open trucks,
Horse pulled carts and human drawn rickshaws, taxis, subways,
rented motorcycles and cars. Walked perhaps 1000 miles.
In all a journey of the mind and heart lasting three years.
And why you might ask, "What qualifies you as a pilgrim
of any kind, to travel so far, and wide?"
"What was I looking for, what did I hope to find?"
All indeed, fare questions.
When a boy, I read a simple five word line,
“Seek and thee shall find". Curiosity and
Horizon Lust compelled me.
The next obvious question you might
ask is, after all that; “What did you find?”
That answer is very simple,
I found myself.
Dec 10, 2013
Dec 10, 2013 at 7:14 PM UTC
If wishes could be measure,
Clem would have reign in wealth,
Before he had a date with death.
Poverty battled with him with all pleasure.
In the tribulation, all his gray eyes saw was a
jubilating future.
In my clan, the death are kings,
Their testimony barely bear guilts,
Tales of that of dove and angelic.
In these imperfect world, they are made perfect and heroic.
That of clem wasn't different,
No hair suspected him of having a great for a kin,
Who in death embraced him to a golden casket, in Italian suit, shoes and a cow killed.
His burial got what he never begged for in hundred fold
Hmm! A late beggar decorated more than a groom to a royal fold.
As all gathered round his six feet for a final bye,
The in prophesied happened, Clem breath resurrected and all flee,
Even the priest, men, women and their kids.
Clem awoke into a dream,
Agitating against mankind and why array of
fortune should perish with a beggar like him,
While there are countless beings escaping death each dawn in perpetual poverty.
Griefs stricken for his old him,
He rose, undertook his golden casket, sold it and became a king.
Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:04 PM UTC
A Shoelace Knot (An English Assignment)
A shoelace dangles between my fingers.
It is my gift to you this Valentine.
It's a bit muddy, stinks of sock
and is coloured a fading blue
The aglets still remain, but are worn with use,
something like my feelings for you.
I know you love cheesiness and chocolate,
But accept it, my love, for it belongs to the shoe,
that led me to where you stood.
Tie it around your wrist,
so that I'll stay around you, in your mind,
around your beating pulse,
lest you forget
all the journeys we undertook.
Look.
The string is tearing at places,
but we'll just tie a knot again.
We'll be inseparable and true.
I fall with your fall, and you match your footsteps to mine,
because like the tied shoelace,
our lives are tangled and knotted.
Accept my gift, an old shoelace
and tie us together
Tight.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 9:07 AM UTC
WHAT they undertook to do
They brought to pass;
All things hang like a drop of dew
Upon a blade of grass.
3.2k
I sit here in silence
beneath candles glow
my body is missing
where my mind does go
I travel to cities
where I have never been
and I wonder the sights
that I haven't yet seen.
I love many women
that I will never hold
I am covered in Riches
but I do not have gold.
Adventures I've relished,
the future I've held.
Climbing peaks of high mountains.
Watched as forests are felled.
I have flown through the planets.
Visited deep below seas
even been into honey combs
just to visit the Bee's
There is nothing on earth
I have not undertook,
all from this armchair
and all from a good book.
Aug 31, 2014
Aug 31, 2014 at 6:41 PM UTC
together
a man and woman
can do
things any one wouldn't imagine.
they could pretend as lovers,
and secretly in their dark minds
plan to rob,
all that are
fascinating in each other,
so that their mutual jealousy
will subdue for the time being.
life gets complex
in each passing day
we are aware.
we had been bitter rivals,
now every other hour
you call me in between.
you research on weather
which i also know, alarmingly changes.
the Psunami relief work
they undertook in 2005
in Kerala coast
is still incomplete!
people suffer
who cares?
human lives are more at risk
than ever;
that's my current work
commissioned by the government.
(would any one listen to the findings?
i doubt)
cynicism is rampant
but no one complains;
as if it is a luxury
of the privileged!
we meet here
in the middle ground
many mistook us as man and wife
families have become
imagined places where
things would happen like clock work;
but fail to keep up with the expectations.
individuals get exasperated as families begin to stifle.
i love your new dress
all i propose to do is
slowly undress you
like in that absurd play we acted, disjointed scenes
but the audience was in raptures.
free from physical ******* of clothes,
let's take a dip in this hot springs,
i will wash you with my hands, lovingly.
the water treatment,
the caresses of elements
our burning hearts will
get tranquilized.
we can put on our dresses
and go back
as rivals as
we were.
Jan 30, 2012
Jan 30, 2012 at 2:05 AM UTC
The Lemur is enthroned on the heights of an island
In a luxurious villa, complete with a sauna and a pool
The Dormouse holds, modestly, a small pharmacy
Where people can buy necklaces, gemstones and pretty threads.
Every Monday morning the lemur fixes
His hair with a delicate ivory comb
Asks about the stock market in overflow
Swallowing a pure white powder in a row
His orange eyes threaten to explode
So he sits down, eats lobster and sated,
He doesn’t have a care in the world as descends the evening
His paw resting on a black jade cane stolen from the dormouse
Monday morning, the lemur, operational
Goes fast, pick and pickaxe at the mine
Extracting, sweaty, some beautiful spinel specimens
Hoping that one day at the Lemurian’s he would dine
For a trifle, the latter bought him
His most beautiful crystals and this without paying taxes
He became the leader of the island thanks to his kinsmen
The exotic animals knew something was wrong…
His only friends were the rich and the bohos
Under the yoke of this monkey, the island was a hellhole
Their chef was addicted to coconut powder
Whoever dared to say it was put in irons
When finally, an evening he overdosed
Nobody buried him among his friends
The Dormouse humbly undertook to do so
At the hole where he dug, he found a stone
The moral of the fable, listen to it then,
Who shows compassion exists with reason
Do not judge too fast, because we're leaving too early
Nature often rewards us in her own way.
September 11, 2019
Nancy, translated on November 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019
Nov 17, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
There once was a bone weary teen
whose muscles were starting to scream
she was having a sook
‘bout the miles undertook
but grinned with memories of icecream.
Dec 20, 2018
Dec 20, 2018 at 5:21 AM UTC
Not many would better understand than me the meaning of first hand serving experience.
I volunteered and used to teach in a group called 'Swapan' (run by the social service group Nishqam of CITM Faridabad, now known as MRIU) which undertook imparting laborers' kids free education.
I don't believe in donating because I don't earn yet, but I volunteer whenever I am able to go out to their world. I just wait for the right time I get to be in contact with such people.
What I did in Swapan program was more than just teaching; we used to take care of their health by getting them periodic vaccination, by having them attend a regular school near our college, getting their fees deposited, organizing events for mustering funds for the same and many more.
But at the end of my 2nd year I met a serious accident, just prior to my 4th semester B.Tech-Biotech exams which pushed me into a 23 day coma; I was close to death. But I didn't lose my spirit even after I came back to my senses.
As the path of destiny had it, CITM became MRIU which didn't continue with the MDU degree I'm currently enrolled into. So I was made to shift colleges and go to Rohtak for college since then and there was no such opportunity anywhere in close proximity.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 8:38 AM UTC
He undertook
Such a jolly folly
To search for his heart's twin
O'er plain, and peak
Never sparing daring
Mad quest he did begin
He careless spent
All his funny money
For he spared no expense
Heard of a man
said to uncover lovers
Without a recompense
"He's only known
as the Giant Bryant"
For there were none bigger
So off he went
For how dare-he tarry
With the greatest vigor
Within one moon
He did righted sighted
The giant's stone castle
And cautious stepped
Midst the towers flowers
For he was quite facile
With guarded prose
Lest he adverse converse
Relayed his quest of years
And though none be
A more mighter blighter
Tall Bryant shed six tears
"Your search for love"
Reflects gallant talent
And will surely quench thirst
In yonder vale
In a deeping sleeping
A daughter who's born first
A true love's heart
And hair flaxen waxen
Braids tressed with a blue fleur
She longs for love
To keep-her deeper
Hope steels her to endure
It was just so
For he found-her sounder
In the vale with fields green
Her braided hair
In breeze saving waving
With the suns golden sheen
As he held her
In their blissing kissing
Knew he'd ne'er search again
For in her eyes
Shown a growing knowing
Reflecting his hearts twin
May 15, 2013
May 15, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
Stairs were moving up and he was treading down,
Audience were clapping their hands with laughter for this old clown.
Eyes weary, smile his companion, his moustache and the beard were brown.
Humiliating bullets manyatimes fired at him, he would take it without a frown.
In his room went he and locked himself inside,
Sat on the floor and opened a book that was beside.
Some pics of shattered houses while some of people on a roller-coaster ride,
His face which was used for creating expressions comic, tragic and at sometimes pride,
Now was so expressionless like the beach at high tide.
His heart bore too much to take more in it,
But vague just another friend of his helped to take in bit by bit.
Passion of his used as a sample for experiments taken on a slit,
Happiness was like somthing which didnt arive even in discreet.
And the tests of life, still he undertook, with full grit.
So the book contained nothing but his family memories,
In those was living his soul where he loosened all his worries,
Remembering the days when his daughter in her tiny hands offered him some berries,
But then these memories so silently he burries,
And these surreal moments he drinks off with perries.
Closing the book, finally he got up filled with sustain,
Cause fate was decided, and now, didnt matter, even a prickle of pain,
Opened the **** he passed through that smoky corridor again,
Going to the people to be a clown for them all that wid him which remains,
To spread smiles and laughters on faces of people hiding his own pain..
MH..
Sep 14, 2013
Sep 14, 2013 at 4:10 AM UTC
I'm again in a transition,
A non-medical scientist by my schooling,
A writer, singer-poet, and author by passion,
These days I'm at Gorakhpur to join a new job,
For another new opportunity that I grabbed,
One of the many exams I cracked,
This job is that of an Assistant Audit Officer.
I marvel at what life has shown me,
Educated at school in non-medical sciences,
Physics, Chemistry, Math, English & Physical Education.
Then I undertook the first paradigm career shift,
Started my Bachelor degree in Biotechnology
Met with the unfortunate cataclysmic road accident,
Survived the 23-day coma against all odds.
Oh the odds, do you remember, oh life?
200+ beats per minute heart rate in the coma,
104°F+ fever accompanied the ****** injuries,
Fractured cheekbone just below the left eye.
Brain stem injuries sent the global doctors in a Tizzy,
Nobody was certain about my survival or the recovery,
But I survived.
The second paradigm shift here was my survival.
They had said at the hospital,
"Only the most serious cases come to ICU #2,
And the lost cases come to HDU #7."
BUT I DIDN'T DIE.
I survived everything that you threw at me,
Everything, even negative people,
Who made weird recommendations.
What did they recommend to my parents after the accident?
— to make me join an easier degree course,
— to make me train for weaving baskets,
— to set up a toffee shop for me to earn bread,
— and what not to discourage my family,
— my parents had dreams for their only child,
— all the whilst I was in the uncertain coma,
— and the pitiable vegetative state for 30 more weeks,
— where I endured immense pains.
Oh life, you've been so hard!
You gave me COVID-SARS in 2012,
I didn't die,
I completed my B.Tech in Biotechnology.
More loneliness followed,
I still didn't give up on life,
Completed my M.Tech in Animal Biotechnology.
The third paradigm shift was next,
When I cleared 4 recruitment exams,
And joined as a Probationary Officer
With the State Bank of India.
The fourth paradigm shift now comes,
I have shifted to the job of an Assistant Audit Officer,
With the Comptroller & Auditor General of India.
I defeated death,
But I seem to be fighting a lost battle
Against loneliness in my life.
Mar 12, 2024
Mar 12, 2024 at 11:46 PM UTC
I've undertook the most grueling of tasks
Of matching numbers with the alphabet
I'll soon have them all coming to me
The greatest thing since eHarmony
Standing in the numerical line
With the alphabet I came to align
Spelling out what will come to be
As easy for me as 1, 2, and 3
Right away I matched up A with 22
Thought as a couple they looked mighty cute
The crowd liked what I did so they asked of me
To find the perfect letter for the odd #3
That's when K stood up to say
That he was next in line
I knew there and then I'd found the perfect 10
So I matched him up with #9
I didn't have much luck with setting X up
It never worked out somehow
I tried and tried with the cute #5
But he has stood her up 6 times now
I worked and worked from daylight till dark
Proud of the progress I made
Taking the alphabet and the letters they met
Each giving their hearts away
But I still have a bit of a problem
I seem to have run into a snag
Though I've found the perfect match for much of the alphabet
I still have plenty of numbers left
Feb 23, 2014
Feb 23, 2014 at 4:03 PM UTC
Now I've faded so far I'm already gone...
I've faded so fast I'm just a shadow to those I've forgotten...
I'm so far gone feels like I'm sinking...
How can they see, how can know what I'm thinking...
Lost, feeling it until late tomorrow
Feet swallowed by this sorrow
Just like the truth it's hard to swallow
With these demons in brain
You know I can't complain just know I'm going insane, you know I'm with it, I'd wait a whole year or maybe its just 10 minutes so lost keeping up with your feelings, the parchment of hate I'm not granted, I just want real love, admitting it's not enough, though I question it and say **** these feelings, I think I'm running a race and ain't winning, I'm insane, mental deranged and I love it but I can't complain, life might be a mistake but at least it's far from fake and at the end of day everyone's the same, Air Jordans stained with heather, this girl must Satan if she thinks I'm the devil, turn the heat up might give me something to marvel at, now take a step back and give me some space, first and last thing I wants you in my face....
Now I've faded so far I'm already gone...
I've faded so fast I'm just a shadow to those I've forgotten...
I'm so far gone feels like I'm sinking...
How can they see, how can know what I'm thinking...
Took my first steps at age four, already running from my family, running from the law, thoughts already lost and that was before, before I knew where to look, my hands keep shaking, my reputations so shook, why do I keep fighting when I know it's forward I should look, yet still I retreat back, back into the pages of my books, a fictitious liar sinking farther then they can see, every task I've undertook, misunderstood, lost the will get out of bed, lost the will to even wish that I could, so I just lay here, swallow my lies with a side THC, when closed eyes picture my death to foresee, gone with the wind but I'm caught in the trees, holding me backs easy, my head keeps pounding, the noose and me forever... and possibly... maybe in time... maybe they'll see...
Now I've faded so far I'm already gone...
I've faded so fast I'm just a shadow to those I've forgotten...
I'm so far gone feels like I'm sinking...
How can they see, how can know what I'm thinking, thinking...
How could they know...
Oct 5, 2018
Oct 5, 2018 at 11:39 AM UTC
Tis' the last month of the year,
so it's bound to get cold
Time for the year to pass by,
it's gotten too old
It's the month of Christmas,
a month to remember
After 11 months of anticipation,
it's finally December
The year gone by,
is just another book
The story depends on,
the type of story you undertook
Memories are made,
and so is history
But no one looks back,
everyone wants to uncover tomorrows mystery
The dying year,
gleams unlike its age
A phoenix will rise from the ashes,
fresh with a new page
Do the right thing and,
wisely play the years last few games
For the phoenix will rise,
so at the end, let December glow in flames....
Dec 14, 2014
Dec 14, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands.
Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go.
Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand.
The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still.
I asked her why, and she told me such a lie.
Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of.
No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause.
And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door.
So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands.
I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin,
There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finally finished.
My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away.
I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing upon the shore.
There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap.
But would she care, would she hold me to her *****
Would she cry my name, try to pull me back.
Then should our love rekindle in the way it was.
I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death.
Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl.
And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze.
I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love.
And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt..
Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow.
The very sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love.
We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our own town.
We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown.
Somehow I feel I should know her, but there it's gone just like that frown.
Feb 13, 2016
Feb 13, 2016 at 3:14 AM UTC
So here I stand, tearing my heart up in my hands.
Arriving home, I was told, you've got to go.
Shocked was I, standing there with cap in hand.
The love of my life, her red hair a glow, her face redder still.
I asked her why, and she told me such a lie.
Appears I've been seeing another, one that I have no recollection of.
No amount of pleading which I undertook helped my cause.
And then, with a parting kiss, she pushed me out the door...
So here I stand, tearing up my heart in my hands.
I can rail at the wind, stand before the sea and spin,
There's one thing I know, and that's that love is finished.
My love is torn, and quite forlorn, and it's about to blow away.
I turn, and think of gristly things, my body washing on the shore.
There are high cliffs here, where I might attempt a lovers leap.
But would she care, would she hold me to her *****
Would she cry my name, try to pull me back.
Then should our love rekindle in the way it was.
I have some doubt in that moment as I think upon my death...
Suddenly up that very beach, walks a girl.
And she is very fair, her blonde hair twisting in the breeze.
I stand entranced, I stand with silly smile, my blues eyes full of love.
And as she passes, she flirts me cruelly with her skirt..
Her own eyes are taunting me, and so I seek to follow.
The sands are nearly ended, and already I have another love.
We walk now hand in hand, and in the streets of our town.
We meet another pretty girl with such red hair, I look and frown.
Somehow I feel I should know her, but there, it's gone just like that frown....
Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 5:01 AM UTC
The most substantial burden women have ever endured was not the weight of motherhood, nor the physical toll of childbirth, nor the exhaustive list of responsibilities, including appointments, bills, meals, and future plans, that they often undertook alone.
The most substantial burden women have ever endured was the weight of a man's ego.
Fragile as glass, yet razor-sharp, it constantly required polishing, yet was incapable of shining independently.
A man who made promises he failed to keep, who spoke of sacrifice but never made any, who relied on women to do the work while he took the credit.
A man who needed constant reminders, coaching, and guidance, yet claimed to have accomplished everything on his own.
And when women sought truth, held up the mirror, and dared to say, 'You are not who you pretend to be,' his world crumbled.
Not because it was untrue, but because he was exposed.
And that was the real transgression.
For men can deceive, fail, and break promises with impunity, yet a woman who speaks the truth is vilified.
She is cruel, vicious, and ungrateful for all that he almost did.
And still, she carries the weight of everything: the household, children, meals, laundry, bills, plans, his future, failures, and lies.
While he claims it is hard for him, asks if she cannot simply be nice, and reminds her that he works hard for her.
But what does a man work for if his home is merely a place for a woman to serve, to build his life while sacrificing her own?
And what could women achieve if they never had to bear the weight of a man?
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 8:20 PM UTC
Empty.
His life
His spirit
His future
Empty.
He undertook redemption at 9:44 PM
The world would forgive a sin that made it a better place.
Nov 12, 2011
Nov 12, 2011 at 2:05 AM UTC
The fortress that which is your mind
May find not such turmoil as harsh
And instead might as well, rejoice
The shackles which at present bind
Or may be, but it shall doth budge
The resolve of its castles strong
And surely not, it shall not smudge
Ordeal undertook by genial souls
What may be, will have then begun
Fear not, have faith on the virtuous
Path; Think not, what if but of the
Good, that has_ and in time you will
Clearly see; mental tenacity will be
Yours, decreed; Have just clear head
Upon thy broadsword. Nothing else
Will have; or will ever matter more !
May 2, 2020
May 2, 2020 at 9:30 AM UTC
The solstice sun emerges from behind a cloudburst
of emotions, sweeping the vales of isolation with light.
Unbeknown, within the shadow of questions
lie impregnable fortresses with insurmountable odds
making every step a conquest of arduous insight.
We arrived at a point driven by relentless
unforgiving forces.
far beyond the journeys we ever undertook
cascading in 33 waterfalls of knowing
yet unknowing of meanings and symbols.
In the silence of night before sleep captures
our imaginations and tumbles our dreams
in the dishwasher of sanity: I want to know this?
Did you, for even a split second kiss
understand
that our lives are turbo-charged with horizons
that hyperlinked to the beyond where nothing
can be explained as easy as it happened?
We were bruised and beaten in some
raging fiery furnace on an anvil
where our silk-like flames merged and moulded
our thinking into a cartwheel of meaning
that rolls on a road to somewhere.
Yet we have no map to plot the next journey
into the Twilight Zone!
© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 11 days ago
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 5:05 PM UTC
at Now's surreal boundary where rough
meets mind's edges, life invites
ears to timely hearing
as pebble-tough questions lie underfoot
and as sting of saline rimes wet cheeks
in unkind steps when reason
meets stress rises queries,
needs to ask things not yet understood
there, as endings mingle mysteriously
with every beginning does grief's
hold let go for life to begin
in one who gladly late love undertook?
Nov 12, 2014
Nov 12, 2014 at 2:19 AM UTC
Lately, they fail me
Everything is tending to
The words
I am lost
Fighting through a shadow
Reaching for the stars
But settling for the wet grass
Lying among the strands
Broken
Like I feel
I let you reach into my soul
Pull and tug me along
Let myself long to please you
I let the world take my hands
Tied together and to everything else
Drag me along
I will follow
Shouldn't I learn how to be
A scale
To measure worth
To balance this?
Shouldn't I be calm in crises?
Instead of the hurricane itself?
But the tears won't stop
I've tried dikes
But still the waves come
I beg you
Take it from me
Your words scratch and burn
Lacerating my soul
Teaching me to hide
But the shadows
My friends
Have gone
I have tried to be a veteran
Undertook the enemies
To see you smile
Why?
Tell me
Why am I like this?
Why does this mismatching, shattered soul
Rely on darkness to keep calm?
The darkness that rips itself away from me
Keeping its distance
Show me the sadness
I welcome it
Anything but this weight on my heart
I don't know how to put it to words anymore
I can't get rid of it
I don't comprehend myself
I'm drowning
I am
trying
help me
I have undertaken too much
Aug 16, 2014
Aug 16, 2014 at 9:25 PM UTC
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Sep 6, 2015
Sep 6, 2015 at 7:06 AM UTC
If it waits it tumbles him do so.
In the heif of the number of his woe.
And so blood splatters by the thousands
As if a thud heaves his cycle forward.
It was the grotto that before him,
Undertook the incline or the thrill.
And if the rider should go outside again,
Blood ****** and splatter may be his role.
Feb 5, 2017
Feb 5, 2017 at 6:26 AM UTC