Archive for February, 2011

For the first time

February 27, 2011

I wept for the first time in open

No one could see my wounds reopened

They had started to get little healing touch

Big tragedy in life to have occurred as such

 

It traveled towards sky and came back without echo

There were no takers for my grief as she had left ago

So much vastness and big horizons but of no avail

My throat soared and voice tried hard but failed

 

Under same open sky we had spent hours in dark nights

Only stars twinkled to witness as if to consider it right

No foot steps heard in silence and nothing could be sighted

Joy was over coming as we were overwhelmed and delighted

 

Birds are peacefully housed in nest with occasional sound

Not even hunters are in search of pry and seen around

We two are under the big tree shed as leafy crown

Too much involved in silence as if purchased with leisure to own

 

She won’t let me know what trouble is brewing her inside

She will stare at blue sky and keep eyes open and wide

As if to suggest me what I will do in her absence!

There dropped some star tail and again silence

 

I failed to catch her message

She was to leave early from this cage

She got wind of her demise

She held my hand to repeat the promise

 

I shall remain with you forever

Either of us may have to last long however

This is life cycle and we must adhere to

Love is precious thing and very true

 

I remembered her with each word

She was very much careful afterward

Neither did she utter not made lips to sink

She was making bid not to allow me to think

 

I pressed her hand to feel warmth

She was sinking fast with the closing teeth

Someone was calling her from the distance

She opened her eyes and looked at me once

 

 

I saw one last long flash of light

She made desperate attempt to fight

I reassured her not to worry too much

She heaved a sigh with my gentle touch

 

I dropped her at door step and waited

Her arrival at home was nearly stated

No one bothered about her late arrival

I took deep breathe for small interval

 

In morning she did not open her window

I made forceful entry to enter and know

What was actually taking place inside?

She was there motionless with eyes open wide

 

Eat and be merry

February 27, 2011

Send message | DeleteMarieta Maglas
a lot of wisdom very well expressed…I always enjoy reading your wonderful poems…you’re a great poet…Mari

Send message | DeleteChisom Okafor
Well, life to me, is part of some mysteries, immersed in some bigger, more intricate one. You’ve done a wonderful work here, clear, and point blank.

Highest peak

February 27, 2011

So many achievements and feats by able bodied persons

They have high ambitions and fulfillment with reasons

And why not they dream high for personal goals?

As it will always be the desire for inviting calls

 

It is not easy to score victory for adversary?

It has become now all that important and necessary

It is moving through all difficult terrains and hostile winds

Let us hope and resolve it with bright hopes to find

 

Some one pertinently asked me the question in disbelief?

How come a handicapped person goes top with belief?

I had no reason to hide the answer but merely stared

I could laugh at him and cut joke but did not dare

 

Can lame person scale the highest peak?
If God is pleased then yes even if he is weak
when mentally retarded can understand and speak?
Why can you not do it if not in days than in weeks?
His blessings are invariably must

Provided you have full confidence and trust
If God is pleased then everything is possible
Dead can come to life and strong can crumble

 

The land can be turned infertile and fertile into barren
if He wished it to happen and that too all of sudden

We will face the upheaval and upset

When sun is in middle and not set

 

We remember Him only when caught between cross fire

They have no time to spare little time for prayer

What else keeps them alive amidst all uncertainties?

When all odds disfavor them and no clear certainty
It was our good luck that we are safe and alive
this is despite our wrong doings and reluctance to believe

We have been ample opportunities to prove and excel

Else we can not have the right to feel safe and well
No one can find out the reason or cause of their well being
They may still be ruling on vast land as king
They may be cruel on their subjects and very unkind
at any time they may be unseated with flow of wind

There won’t be any easy escape route or recall

They will witness all worst things including downfall
The wind may throw them on and cause rout
No one will come to know  their where about

The change may sweep them away in flood

They may not be able to avail the good food

They may be forced to flee and leave all behind

There won’t be any trace or trail to find

 

Good gesture or courtsy

February 26, 2011

It is not at all good gesture or courtesy

If something is retuned as shown pity

We are no one to show the act as mercy

Yet to part with something is not easy

 

To show some kind of acceptance is noble step

To forgo bitterness is even greater for others as slap

They will continue with same hatred and rivalry

To finish the bitter end has great impact on adversary

 

Not millions of cash is required to show as charity

It is inherent and built in human quality

Not all may be bestowed with let go tendency

Lot many people claim and escape with the fluency

 

As nature lover I was all for bird’s care

They have no place to go anywhere

The jungles are wiped out and habitats are open

Their final place is withdrawn and stands stolen

 

Some of the world’s are best known for their drive

Some of the rare birds luckily escape and survive

“No cruelty to animals and birds” is their slogan

Hurt animals and birds are taken care off and immediately flown

 

I have little piece of land in remote place

You can easily witness birds and trace

They will visit fearlessly and make nice sound

They are yet not threatened and in abundance found

 

Even though they were considered as villagers

The birds love was not new to them as strangers

They too wanted some steps and good place for nest

The paucity of funds was the only problem as rest

 

I was approached by group of people with village head

They wanted me to donate little and show some lead

Even though I was little unknown solder I readily agreed

They rest of the village folks were little apprehensive of my greed

 

The bird’s home was to take place in near vicinity

Some grains was to be offered daily as nobility

Enough of fund was created for their well being

Now so many birds gather here and beautifully sing

 

 

I look back and evaluate the scene

The village people were hostile and seen

They will kill the birds for their meals

Now the birds were free in real

 

I thought for a while about bondage

It is like concealing wounds in hidden bandage

We will not know the aggravation from inside

The repercussion and impact is very wide

 

The freedom and liberty is very much enjoyed by all

Birds and animals too want it for them as free call

They are inseparable part of nature and our future way

Let us not kill them or take their place away

 

Years of hard struggle

February 26, 2011

It takes years of hard struggle

To survive in this competitive jungle

Everybody adore some position and smile

Some of the flowers have to stand alone for while

 

Who will notice them in wilderness?

Who will grant them togetherness?

They have to gain position for survival

No one may make the way for their arrival

 

Some one may up by their natural presence

They will be noticed easily by their absence

Everybody may miss rose and its color

Even though others may have good smell and odor

 

Poets are like “touch me not” and may not seek

Some may prefer to shy away and feel very weak

They want to put their presence on big scale

But small fishes are swallowed by big whale

 

How many turtle eggs survive in race?

Not many I suppose on rough face

Yet they march to race on for long time

I think over it silently sometimes

 

So every species has distinct feature

They are recognized and identified for sure

But where is the coming up of infant poets?

Have they been pushed to remain quiet?

 

This is toughest race in world

You can rule it with hot temper or cold

No sentiments or pure imagery may come to rescue

The highest slot is reserved for only few

 

The poet is beautiful animal with no horns

If he is passing on road people may warn

May give some piece of advice for ugly show

As he may unaware of self but in hurry to go

 

Poets are generally termed or knows as whimsical

Their tone may be literary and little musical

On stage they may put different and powerful show

The powerful oratory may excel like river water flow

 

 

Hardly few people may know about his existence

That too will be known on somebody’s insistence

The creative work may remain confined to golden books

As beautiful and testy food will not be enjoyed by cooks

 

I wish poets to have small horns

Small species not to be touched and warned

Let them groom in some unrestricted area

Not to beg to any body and making unnecessary plea

 

Let us create enough space and free air

Let them breathe in and find means very fair

Let them not bogged down in word jugglery

How the elephant looks giant with ivory?

 

I wish it not to happen

It comes to them one by one

Everybody has events in turn

How best can we offer in return?

 

Why only females!

February 26, 2011

“Why only females have to suffer”

“I am sorry to know it and I differ”

I was fired off by a very good friend

I thought it will bring about an abrupt end

 

She was for all praise for good friend

She was no doubt very clear with trend

I said I can improve upon and mend

She was adamant and refused to bend

 

I had liked her from the beginning

She was fire brand and very shining

Her approach very clear and convincing

I too liked her words without mincing

 

She was tall in figure and beautiful

I thought she may be equally faithful

She might come up with all that may be purposeful

I too longed for her and was very hopeful

 

Even though she was far away

I did not feel bad in any way

She had her option very much open

I too was very much hopeful even

 

She has boyfriend she told

But in fact she proved she is very bold

She would not easily go to any fold

She may be opposed to any idea or very cold

 

It did not make me sink

I even saw her without any wink

She was merely stating her position

I dreamed about her with very good composition

 

She will laugh it out at my proposal

She may say it even with quick disposal

She is not for anyone except her friend

She has no proposal in any sense to send

 

I am not good at such things

I did not expect her for something

She was to remain with me as a companion

She feared and took it for bonding and union

 

 

Relation is not built in a day

It is taking may years with days

Who can wait that longer to prove?

I liked her move and did not disapprove

 

Let her have her own world to live

I have my own to live and believe

Let it not drift away in strong current

The friendship is heavenly sent

 

I don’t want unusual thing to happen

It must not be felt now or then even

It is her choice to prevail and realize

Who am I to look upon it and oblige?

 

It is good for me to see her from distance

You can find many examples or good instances

It is touchy relation that may come on surface

One fine morning she may come out with smiling face

 

Oh, mom please

February 26, 2011

 

I was so much attached to my mother

She was kind and no one can be like her

All mothers may be same as to be called

I miss her all the time when recalled

 

What to speak and what to miss

She will touch the hand and kiss

She will hold the body and embrace

I could see tears on her face

 

That she will feel enough of joy when we are near

Our safety was her concern and she had unknown fear

She would not tell it in open but disclose sometimes

I used to stare at her in disbelief and see wet eye with tears

 

I have seen her very closely and observed some good aspects

I have realized how mothers have been always commanding and had great respect

She would not let things pass easily until we told the truth

She would not forces on us for asking any proof

 

I may sit in her lap and find whole world

She was mild but aggressive and cold

She would blow wild in no time

And come down too any time

 

I would gaze her in eyes and it will comfort

Being child I had association and good rapport

She would move her fingers in my hair

I would feel gentle breeze from the air

 

Mom, tell me how you brought me in this world?

How were dad and you tied in not and got in fold?

She would smiling say nothing and hide the face

I would again stare at her face and wait for reply in case

 

Mom was happy all the time in our company

Our family comprised of not so many

We were few in numbers and enjoyed too much

But she was quite different as such

 

She would call all of us to sit before her

She will instill confidence and advise us not to bother

“So long she is there” we need not feel insecure

She would say often to make us very sure

 

I would touch her nerve to no more

I will try to know and explore

About our ancestors and grandmother

She would feel bitterness at reference of others

 

“I was not preferred only for marriage”

Your dad was black and I had to manage

Grandma was too reserve to accept the fact

She thought We had committed a sinful act

 

She did not bless us till the last

She remained with her views very steadfast

She was obsessed with creed, color and cast

She saw so much hatred in contrast

 

I thought for a while and left her alone

It devastated me as if hit by cyclone

Some of the silly things shatter our life

Mother had tolerated enough as wife

 

Oh, mom plese

February 26, 2011

 

I was so much attached to my mother

She was kind and no one can be like her

All mothers may be same as to be called

I miss her all the time when recalled

 

What to speak and what to miss

She will touch the hand and kiss

She will hold the body and embrace

I could see tears on her face

 

That she will feel enough of joy when we are near

Our safety was her concern and she had unknown fear

She would not tell it in open but disclose sometimes

I used to stare at her in disbelief and see wet eye with tears

 

I have seen her very closely and observed some good aspects

I have realized how mothers have been always commanding and had great respect

She would not let things pass easily until we told the truth

She would not forces on us for asking any proof

 

I may sit in her lap and find whole world

She was mild but aggressive and cold

She would blow wild in no time

And come down too any time

 

I would gaze her in eyes and it will comfort

Being child I had association and good rapport

She would move her fingers in my hair

I would feel gentle breeze from the air

 

Mom, tell me how you brought me in this world?

How were dad and you tied in not and got in fold?

She would smiling say nothing and hide the face

I would again stare at her face and wait for reply in case

 

Mom was happy all the time in our company

Our family comprised of not so many

We were few in numbers and enjoyed too much

But she was quite different as such

 

She would call all of us to sit before her

She will instill confidence and advise us not to bother

“So long she is there” we need not feel insecure

She would say often to make us very sure

 

I would touch her nerve to no more

I will try to know and explore

About our ancestors and grandmother

She would feel bitterness at reference of others

 

“I was not preferred only for marriage”

Your dad was black and I had to manage

Grandma was too reserve to accept the fact

She thought We had committed a sinful act

 

She did not bless us till the last

She remained with her views very steadfast

She was obsessed with creed, color and cast

She saw so much hatred in contrast

 

I thought for a while and left her alone

It devastated me as if hit by cyclone

Some of the silly things shatter our life

Mother had tolerated enough as wife

 

Against odd

February 25, 2011

I was caught up with odd situation
I too was worried for its indefinite continuation
I had not thought over for its solution
as it was getting me closer to some resolution

I knew very well that nothing can work out

There may be slight bad luck and fall out

Yet I got to bear it with full consequences

As they were all coming to me in sequence?
The sky represented me no answer as to why there remains emptiness
why in its depth of vast horizons there prevails hollow calmness?
Is it presentation of calm outer face which is real sense camouflage?
There may be something which is not coming out even in rage

there is sudden spurt in movement

the dark clouds have gained upper hand at this moment

it looks as if there is exchange between thunders and sounds
the rain drops may fall to aggravate on open wounds
I had done enough for the family and friends
There was no let up in efforts to take it to logical end
They were still up in arms for hostile reception
I was blindly following them from inception

They stabbed me from the back to give enough shock
The time ticked forward but nothing could be done to stop
It had made no bearing on my mind as usual
Such type of deception is considered routine and casual

I was to take it  in the mind and feel badly
As there was no other than to take it sadly
I was not prepared to buy the argument for favor
They were in my eyes criminals and traitors

I had nothing to feel ashamed of myself
It was fine gesture from my side to help
They didn’t deserve it and instead sought full slice

It did hurt my feelings and may remain so till the demise

 

It does hardly matter if that comes from strangers

We have been to handle it as able mangers

We can cope with any kind of treachery

As we too are equipped to handle and be merry

 

We have to witness so many ups and down

Some times you have to admit and own

There is nothing wrong if you know the weakness

They will know it better in fairness

 

Not all may be bestowed with smooth passage

Some troubles may brew up when try to mange

It may give you enough to handle

You may come out it in middle

 

Against odd

February 25, 2011

I was caught up with odd situation
I too was worried for its indefinite continuation
I had not thought over for its solution
as it was getting me closer to some resolution

I knew very well that nothing can work out

There may be slight bad luck and fall out

Yet I got to bear it with full consequences

As they were all coming to me in sequence?
The sky represented me no answer as to why there remains emptiness
why in its depth of vast horizons there prevails hollow calmness?
Is it presentation of calm outer face which is real sense camouflage?
There may be something which is not coming out even in rage

there is sudden spurt in movement

the dark clouds have gained upper hand at this moment

it looks as if there is exchange between thunders and sounds
the rain drops may fall to aggravate on open wounds
I had done enough for the family and friends
There was no let up in efforts to take it to logical end
They were still up in arms for hostile reception
I was blindly following them from inception

They stabbed me from the back to give enough shock
The time ticked forward but nothing could be done to stop
It had made no bearing on my mind as usual
Such type of deception is considered routine and casual

I was to take it  in the mind and feel badly
As there was no other than to take it sadly
I was not prepared to buy the argument for favor
They were in my eyes criminals and traitors

I had nothing to feel ashamed of myself
It was fine gesture from my side to help
They didn’t deserve it and instead sought full slice

It did hurt my feelings and may remain so till the demise

 

It does hardly matter if that comes from strangers

We have been to handle it as able mangers

We can cope with any kind of treachery

As we too are equipped to handle and be merry

 

We have to witness so many ups and down

Some times you have to admit and own

There is nothing wrong if you know the weakness

They will know it better in fairness

 

Not all may be bestowed with smooth passage

Some troubles may brew up when try to mange

It may give you enough to handle

You may come out it in middle