A Prayer in Darkness
In this world of uncertainty,
In this darkness, stark and impenetrable,
...
Like the focus of an electronic torch,
Your rays bathe me in a steady glow,
Bringing globules of health, happiness, prosperity—
Love, success, and power flow.
...
She is the shade of a tree cold and profound,
She is every herb to my aching wound.
She dabs my forehead, putting in her lap
And her lap's warmth gives me a cozy nap.
...
A whirlpool
And the spinning of the dead leaf,
For a moment, ecstasy, warmth;
...
Some dead are alive,
Some alive are dead,
And some are thoughtless.
Some graves under the tree of morality
...
The present is not present in the present,
But it is present in the past.
And one cannot change one's present,
Because the present has passed with the past.
...
Born in a hidden place,
My family unknown to the present world,
I would have been fated to bloom and fade unseen,
But for the faithful friends,
...
"The heart measures what the clock cannot record."
The sun rises, the sun sets,
Bringing the freshness of another morn.
...
Often, she and I play a verbal match—
Her speech, a soft ball,
Mine, a solid bat
That sends her words sailing.
...
In vacant hours,
when your moving steps are absent
and the sound of your lips is missing,
I enter into my own heart
...
Keep the lamp oiled,
And have the company of shadows.
The relation—shadows—
Will always creep around;
...
Run along the highway—
Sanatan is the mother of many paths.
Narrow lanes and by-streets
may lead you deep into the jungles.
...
In gardens of innocence, she blooms
A delicate flower, with a tender perfume
Her laughter echoes, like a gentle stream
But shadows creep, with a sinister scheme
...
The Key, Old, and Forgotten
The key, hangs on the nog,
Old, forgotten and alone,
...
The sky is changing,
The earth is changing
The heaven's changing,
Our life is changing.
...
One Day It Rained
One day it rain'd, it rain'd ov'r roofs,
Ov'r tops of trees, in open yards,
...
Towards the north-east, in the dark of night,
With a sudden flash, came a shaft of light.
From the eastern corner upto the southern side,
Into a shape of screen, some rays scatter'd wide.
...
If you are feeling negative
You can keep yourself positive by playing 'Negative'
In a single second of life
There are thousands ways to play 'Negative'
...
Harvendra Singh is a lecturer and poet from India whose work explores the delicate interplay of nature, spirituality, and human emotions. Inspired by literary masters such as Robert Frost, John Keats, William Wordsworth, and T.S. Eliot, he has been writing poetry for the past three years. His poems reflect a deep inner search for meaning, a closeness to the natural world, and a quiet spiritual clarity. Alongside teaching, he finds solace in reading and writing poetry, allowing both his profession and passion to shape his voice as a thoughtful, reflective poet.)
A Prayer In Darkness
A Prayer in Darkness
In this world of uncertainty,
In this darkness, stark and impenetrable,
I'm standing here, alone, helpless,
Searching a path to my destination,
Unknown to its potholes, depths and obstacles
And the surroundings shrouded in mystery.
A single misstep, careless and abrupt
May lead me down to the abyss.
In my despair, complete hopelessness,
Who else should I call but You.
Give me Your guiding hand,
I pray to send me a ray,
Like a beacon in the darkness
To pierce my utter gloom,
To illuminate the night of uncertainty,
Your gentle touch to lead me up,
Through the shadows to the place of bliss
Show me the beauty of life.
Again I pray, in my humble way
For Your kind embrace;
For Your guiding presence
Which provides solace, peace, and refuge
May I find solace, in your eternal embrace.
When eyes look at you with hunger, they reveal a silent truth: you possess something they yearn for—wealth, guidance, regard, companionship, or love.