MY POEMS ARCHIVE
Although I am not the typical poetic thought cherishing individual nor do I have the philosophic bent of mind, yet at times I try my hand at writing poems, beyond my jotting down of extirpating essays and articles. Here are a few of my favorite poems; the first one is the one which was published in the college magazine and received great acclaim...
FAILURES
ARE THE HOPE !
Came
down on me all the gloom of Earth ,
Which I
had not faced since my birth ;
Life
stood standstill ,
Without a bit of my consent or will ;
It
was as is coniine had entered my nerves ,
Driving all my thinking into labyrinthine curves ;
The
sun of my life connoted to be set ,
In absence of any chance to let me awake .
But
as I sat in trance by the seashore ,
I heard a rather bizarre furor ;
I
found that it was my conscience ,
Showing me the ray of hope and patience ;
Hope
,which never prevaricates ,
The tireless pursuit of happiness which it never abdicates ;
Hope
obliged me to obviate my anguish ,
To mirthfully embrace my failure and my life to refurbish ;
Because
,failures are a prelude to success ,
And hope taught me to smile again with a digress ;
So
today I do not want to obliterate ,
My appalling failures with ponderousness ;
And
,I know today with failure and success juxtaposed ,
The
two adorn life with tenuous but profound ecstasy aforth .
Unearth...
I
can see the sunrise there,
Beckoning
me to survive,
A
light to guard me through the dark layer,
So
that I continue to struggle forever.
Life
is not an end,
It
taught me that,
And
should you face with not a fame,
It
is never your fate to blame.
So
time is yours to muster up
The
courage you have within,
To
write your fate with ink evergreen,
And
never to let it screw your work in.
Proceed
hence, like a winner,
And
you will not find anybody then to shatter
The
confidence you embed deep down;
And
then only you can dream of winning the real crown.
Belief
in yourself is what you need,
And
then you can afford to lead
Even
the worst segment of your fortune,
To
paint it all over again with your own maroon.
So
yearning for a success is never enough,
If
your chivalry not overrules all the tough,
Blow
forth the zest hidden in your handful,
So
that you conquer all the mournful,
And
then every sunset will accrue a sunrise,
And
it will not at all come as a surprise!
Unearth
your innate flair,
And
that is what should be your soul's blare.
THE
MUSIC OF HEART...
Agony
had delved deep into her blood,
Imbuing
her nights with tearful floods;
For,
clutched in between her love and responsibility,
She
knew her love's ultimate goal's infeasibility.
Responsibility
was something she was obliged to
stick to,
And
she felt it better to live with a broken heart hitherto;
Life
was but driven into the deep darkness of
despondency,
And
mind being a cadaver's occupancy.
And
then, all of a sudden sun seemed to rise once
again,
Inkling
the dawn to a new life without terrain;
She
felt how materialistic she had been,
Merely
looking for her love's culmination as her thoughts
used to careen;
Ashamed
of her selfish attitude,
She
ultimately decided with enough certitude;
She
would carry on with her love with all her venture,
To
enable it bloom with even more care and nurture;
Love
turned to be the essence of her life,
What
if she knew it will never yield a settled sunrise;
And
how placated she felt with this truth of her life
unravelled,
And
she went about her life with this harangue;
To
preach one and all with all mirth,
That
love is ever above all the world: truly, the music of
heart!
WHY
TO LOVE.......?
The
blue sky preparing to look azure,
While
the rain drop accruing the shape of a pearl,
The
running water of the brook sounding all mellifluous,
Every
nook and corner ready to echo the love in air!
Nature
as though to sing the way heart sways,
And
none in the world appearing to respond against,
Impressed
is then the impression of a total conquer,
With
one and all of Nature ready to become a martyr!
This
is the feeling of being in love,
The
feeling, which drives the world behind around,
Love
is most beautiful a bliss,
Which
turns a simple smile into a little kiss,
To
brighten up one's own day,
And
to let others imbue with all gay.
Love;
but not to be the victor of the conquered,
But
to see how pretty the world is,
That
world which springs up at a mere passionate smile,
That
world which dooms itself in darkness,
Should
one carry a loveless face's fascimile.
...To
impart the jovial touch
Reasons
enough you will find to turn sad,
Which
will make your life hellish and mad,
And
dig out every petty cause to numb your senses,
Certainly
stupor is the result and life being marked by tempest.
Life
is thus a turmoil and struggle its way out,
So
know life to be a road amidst thorns,
But
let your legs get stout,
To
reap life's harvest and to gains the corns.
It
is you, who can afford to make life happy,
For,
only you can cling to every miniscule reason and that is not uncanny,
Believing
round the clock that tears are not of your share,
And
dreaming a dream and not a nightmare.
Happiness
and the feeling of success are not things which are awarded,
Only
you have to realize it and feel rewarded,
Therein
lies the spirit of life and the key to satisfaction,
Extirpating
you time and again to inundate with placation.
So
rise from the ashes, and be placid,
And
let it be a reality and not fancied,
Because,
you are yourself the maestro to "impart the jovial touch",
And
then woes never matter much!