Category Archives: poetry

The search

I am a seeker trying hard to find

The reason for my existence in my own mind.

A restlessness that I cannot define

Drives me along, a relentless urge,

Uniquely mine, a swelling upsurge

Of energy that will not be denied,

A personal ,powerful, roaring riptide

That carries me along in its wake,

That throws up seeming treasures for me to take.

I have scrambled for, given undue importance to gold,

Striven for learning,  climbed up power’s scaffold ,

And I am just  learning that these are a tenuous toehold

To That which I seek-  the multifaceted, manifold,

Spark of divinity in me , that’s  my soul.

And when finally, the waves of Maya are stilled,

I shall glimpse my true nature, and rest, fulfilled.

 

 

 

 

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The imaginary

In a universe so vast, it is easy to miss

Or as a human-in-a-hurry, overlook , dismiss,

A probability, a possibility, that maybe, that is.

But I cannot  say for sure This will never be, or was not

Even if It’s  never seen, although long-sought.

On the current of space-time, up- or- downstream,

Exists every possible permutation of nightmare or dream.

And if there are truths invisible to me and to you,

Conversely, am I a wraith, or  am I real, am I true?

 

 

Mindscape

Cartographer, please help me to find

A tool to map my uncharted mind,

Or to create a model that I can use

To select the paths to the goals I choose.

I fear quicksands of idleness, and deep crevasses

Of despair, I want to locate the narrow passes

Of hope.

I search for pointers that’ll help me cope

With challenges.

My brain itself is the tool , you say?

How I ask you can clay shape clay?

If I harden and sharpen my intellect

Will it become rigid— a mould

That cannot flex , adapt, relearn,

Let go of the obsolete, the old?

I also need guidelines to energize and enthuse

The ninety percent of my brain that I never use

This lost potential, uncharted domain—

What a waste of resource, an idling brain,

Non-creative, consuming energy, a useless drain,

An increasingly unaffordable strain

On humanity!

 

 

 

E T

We saw him first as a dot in the sky–

The traveller from a far-off world,

And after he landed, it took a really long time

To interact, translate,communicate.

In some ways, he was rather primitive,

Hadn’t harnessed fully the power of thought,

But energetic, eager to learn  and quite ready to be taught.

So now, in our galactic survey maps,

There’s a planet newly added

(Though out on a spiral arm of the galaxy, the boondocks of space),

It’s re-classified as  inhabited by a civilised race–

We’ve included the space traveller’s planet of  birth

The blue- green planet he calls – the Earth!

Presbyopia

Long sight develops with age, they say,

But it’s the young who’re focussed on the far-away.

Fireworks and rages – pyrotechnics of the teens

Light up distant horizons full of glowing dreams.

The young demand  more drama and strife

They abhor the peace of humdrum life.

And, focussed on some grand designs, ignore today’s mild flavor —

The here -and- now is an acquired taste that only the mature can savour!

Big bang

Was the Big Bang random, a one-off discordant note?

As the Universe exploded from a cosmic mote?

Or, is,   like the clash of cymbals, a loud refrain

As Creation dies and is rebirthed again?

And is the music of the spheres a definite sign

That the start of space-time was by plan, design?

The caveman’s grunt,  down evolution’s road

Became classical music and digital code.

I can understand the formation  of a planet like earth,

And molecules of protein giving protoplasm birth.

But the torchlight of understanding that shows us the past

Cannot penetrate the blank wall of the Cosmic blast.

 

 

Hope and despair

Hope is when I walk at the dawn, at sunrise,

And believe we shall become more humane and wise,

Our focus on romancing the oceans and skies–

Our scientists shall engineer a spray-on device

To extract oxygen from water, and protect my eyes,

So I can stay underwater on long,  shallow dives,

And a full-body version, so I can live in and explore

In a microns thin pressure suit–the deep ocean’s floor!

Maybe very tiny,  very powerful jet-packs

That can be strapped on like haversacks

And let me fly over forests and mountain tracks.

Contact lenses that adjust to microscopic or telescopic vision,

Ear plugs that enhance my power to listen,

So that humans and our planet become healthier, fitter,

Cut out the showy glitter,  the waste,  the litter.

I feel despair when I trip over a stone below,

And see that the sunrise is the death of the stars’ glow.

I think the same scientists are in a rat race

With chemicals, bombs and germs to totally efface

Humankind,  leaving absolutely  no trace,

But allowing the earth to bring forth a new race–

Who will cherish her and whom she can embrace!