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Prolific Writer
Join Date: Oct 2007
Location: United Kingdom
Posts: 377
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Lote's Poetry
CyberSpace
I zoomin through the windows of your mouse clicks,
Trying to hit your shortcuts.
I leap from your inboxes and outboxes
Trying to keep pace
With the hard drive of your life.
I monitor your electronic surfing
Trying to distangle your web of lies
That you spin in the front of the screens.
The chatrooms of your mind is filled with
deceits. The instant messages you send
To your critics
serving one line text
to secure your networks of spies.
But one day I will hack through your
'past words' and log my complaint
on to your main frame of thoughts
and defragment my life in to a coherent
new begining without your permission.
It will be my new domain,
hosting my thoughts most valued applications
of feelings, remote sensing,
multi-tasking all my faculties and hidden
processes to achieve
modicum of security...
Duty
Here it is always empty,
Always without a hope.
Into the screen you stare,
While the Mind goes wandering
Somewhere beyond the rooms,
Freeing itself of all burdens,
All limitations and like summer clouds
Raises itself from all gloom and despair
And journeys on through time and history,
Through art and philosophy,
Through silences and conversations,
Seeking out moments of joy and laughter,
In the ruins of the vast storehouse
Of the experiences of life.
Why is it that I suffer this unbearable loneliness?
This neither here nor there,
This neither going nor leaving?
Stuck like an insect in a spiders web,
Unable to free myself, unable to cry aloud
For help?
Always struggling, always
Forced to accept this burden, this heavy
Weight of sadness that hangs around my neck
Like a deathly noose.
Why is not possible for me to abandon
All this and start again and again?
From the very beginning to the very last?
To be able to freeze a moment in time
And with every joy in my heart experience it again
Anew?
To be able to forget about today or tomorrow
Or yesterday in the past and live care free
Like summer daffodil blooms in the breeze
Or like the rays of the sun embark on a
Million-year a journey across vastness of Space and Time
Seeking out worlds of wonder
Or fall from the sky like the monsoon rain
And gather myself in little pools of crystal clear waters
Where insects dance on the surface in the midday sun.
To be able to come and go
At the blink of an eye,
To be able to
Just “BE” and not “BE”.
The Old Man
I see my destiny, my ending
In the folds of the skin
In the old man's face,
In the wrinkles
My life's future history
Is written down in the deep
Furrows of his countenance.
When I look into his eyes
I see myself, my own reflection;
A lot of tears he did shed
And in my turn I will too.
In his feeble smile, he seems to
Reveal to me
His years of sadness
The regrets of his life,
Of unfilled desires,
The dreams that never came true.
As he walks on with the aid of his walking stick,
His body moves slowly and with difficulty
And tears come to my eyes!
That man is Me, my fate
And I cannot bear to look at myself!
This frail, weak man with the walking stick
His wrinkled feature maps my destiny.
There is no need for hell, no need for punishment
For sins committed – now or in the afterlife.
Life itself is one long purgatory
And old age is indeed hell.
Though hope exists in the form of death
And it is this hope that I see
Etched in the old man's face.
It has become his dream
And one day it will be mine also…
Sadness
Devoid of all thoughts,
With melancholy weariness enclosed;
Flame of happiness extinguished.
A sombre silence muted
The cries of all life.
Destitute feelings
With thorns crowned,
On the shroud of loneliness spread,
In sadness thus drowned
All my laughter and joy.
In the twilight hours
The gloomy darkness descends
Suffocating the last rays of light.
A dull evening of restless uncertainty,
Through the window
A thoughtless and vacant stare,
Only sadness fills the humid air.
Remembrance
...And do you my love,
Do you ever think of me now
After all these years?
Does the memory of "You & I"
Still surface in your mind
As you go about your daily life?
Does your heart tremble still
When in your mind
You see me by your garden gate,
Waving to you,
With a handfuls of delpheniums?
Do you still smile to see me?
Or do you turn away with tears in your eyes
And with an angry chide
Toss the memories aside
And get on with your life
As nothing ever happened and
Nothing will ever happen again?
Surprise
In pseudo reality,
Side by side,
Through memory lane,
Unexpected meeting
Did surprise.
A contented smile
Wreathed in flowers.
Silent voice spoke.
Questions followed
By questions.
Smile of reply
Heart mellowed.
"How are....how is...are you still..."?
Sleeping emotions stirred.
Pause. Stopped for answers.
Standing opposite;
Two smiles in
One happiness.
At the entrance
Of departure
Stood motionless
Tears of joy
Of meeting.
Silent words of farewell.
Disciple
How does it feel
To be you?
Can I live your life
Just for a day?
What is this power
You have?
What is this secret
You posses
That makes many bow, beg
And conform to your will?
How does it feel
To be you?
To have that energy,
The knowledge
And the force
That extorts another?
Who has dare empower you
With this gift,
This gift that makes many
Weep for you?
Though I do not know,
Though I do not understand
This power you posses
But like the many
I must conform,
I must transform
To you.
I thus pledge
My simple and
Meaningless life;
My devotion,
My commendation
To you
Always.
So deny me not the
The happiness to live.
I offer myself
As I have nothing else
To give.
Abandonment
When others abandon you do not grieve; do not feel sad.
The course of action you have chosen,
The direction you have taken,
Though it is hard and difficult,
Though it is full of regrets
Do not back away; do not give up in vain.
Though it may not ever be for the best
Or it may not turn out to be as bad
But only with a resolute faith in your belief
Will overcome those intense moments of depressions;
Those intense stabbing-pain of separation.
When you are lonely feel the loneliness;
Touch it’s dark silken surface;
Embrace and endure it.
Sanctify it with your tears
Again and again.
And in strength and weakness accept it’s bondage;
Wear it’s iron chains around your neck proudly
And then enter the unlit room of your sadness and sorrow.
Know it by touch, see it enfold you, see it enclose you;
Let it bite you, let it smite you the snake of passions
That hides in the corner.
Feel the pain of living, feel it thoroughly
So that you may not forget
Feel it willingly
So that you may remember it.
Accept it like a lover it’s bitter kisses,
It’s blistering caress.
Never fear or falter when the poisoned cup is offered to you;
Drink it gladly, taste it with enjoyingly it’s bitter contents!
Let it be absorbed into the fabric of your soul until
You neither feel sadness or sorrow
And you become one with it in
indifference!
Gift
Surprise me
In some lonely corner of my house
With your smile,
Light a candle in the forbidden
Room of your heart
But dare enter not,
As a sign of mourning,
As an act of worship
For what we have lost
Take these floral offerings
But touch it not with your hands
Lest you leave a finger-print
For others to make a scandal,
Accept it with your heart,
Accept it with your feelings,
Accept this small gift of mine...
Sappho
How did it feel
Jumping off the cliff?
Was it
Exciting
And frightening as
Falling in love?
And when the head shattered
Like a grecian vase
On the rocks below
Was the pain
Painful as love?
We only found
Bits and pieces
Of your broken life,
The fragments
Have taken
Two thousand years
To reach us.
The pain is ancient
But when I read it
I feel it as new...
Hope
Today, I promise myself that
She will come!
And like a long forgotten friend
She will knock on my door
And surprise me with a "Hello"!
And tears of joy will come to my eyes
And I will embrace Her
With my heart and soul.
Her soothing words will melt
The sadness in my heart like a candle
And with her smile transform my dull life
Into vibrant colors of joy!
And her simple touch will heal me
From this painful and wounded life of mine.
So today I promise myself again
That this year
She will come for sure!...
Joy
When she comes she comes like the thunder
Rushing like the hurricane from nowhere
Devastating my garden of feelings
With her tempest-like words
When she leaves she leaves me broken
Like a shattered glass like a fallen tree
And then the silence comes to drown me
With it's own anxiety with it's empty embraces
Therefore I wait with anticipation
For the thunder to arrive for her to come
For everytime she breaks me and shatters my heart
I am renewed I am redeemed from my pains
Broken Rose
I gave her roses
They were red
Like the colour of my heart
And had the fragrance of my
Undying soul...
Instead of a clutter of words
The dead sound of insignificant phrases
Instead of cold metal gold
That silently shines
I offered her flowers
As token, as totem of my love
Reducing my poems and prose
To a symbol of a Single Rose
Red like the colour of my heart
Red like passion
Red like love...
I saw the petals on the floor
Like drops of blood
From a wound
Cut deep
I saw the stem
Broken into pieces...
The symbol shattered
The fragments scattered
The petals red like the colour
Of my broken heart...
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I sent my Soul through the Invisible,
Some letter of that After-life to spell:
And by and by my Soul return'd to me,
And answer'd "I Myself am Heav'n and Hell :"
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