Ashish Chand


Glimpse - Poem by Ashish Chand

Glimpse…


Tonight I am over twelve …I do not know why I thus …Dream…
Whether I am budding or unfortunate … I just want to …Scream…


My whole body aches tired of reciprocating forced smiles with no pleasure…
In these gifts, presents …these studs, gems …perfumes …I find no treasure…

All this silk, gold, skirt, blouse …Oh! This entire sheen …This gleam…
My skin itches …Frustrations dwell …I just want to …Scream…


The tinge alongside happiness on my mother's face was …Devious…
To the unaffordable cost of my b'day dress we were not …Oblivious…

In search of which happiness did she overstretch her means …?
Was the first question recorded in me on my entering into my teens...

Shall I too grow up into such another mother …?
Virtuous, pious …Yet funnily not righteous …Though with no flutter…
Caring, conforming, stipulating …Yet being just one another…

If righteousness is living strenuously and being spiritually clad…
To be capable to refrain to Detest …and …to fight the bad…

To do the best and to cultivate all that is good …
And to enhance to Develop what is rightly understood …

If righteousness is being a part of the society that develops into growth…
Then why in my virtuous country we intent so much why there is so much sloth …?

Women …their strife for the trifle, their dried up tears, their capped up steam…
This Dress …God! …My Skin Itches …I just want to …Scream...


I think of mountains, of rivers, of jungles and of ravines at …Large…
Of animals, of birds, of insects, of reptiles and of fish at …Barge…

With one single instinct they Live …‘to eat and to reproduce'…
Why in our mankind this Instinct is so naturally wild …?
Like wild bushes, wild grass, wild dogs ….It is so inhumanly styled…

If each one of us has The God in us and has infinite capacity to create…
Then what killed the phenomena and reduced us to such a …State …?

We're just multiplying …Are we Bound so…? …I just can't decide…
In analogy to this stupendous growth …we learnt all rules to divide…


The luxury of effort has vanished …The virtue of patience is now no more…
The alert artistic mind has evaporated …The harmony of thoughts is now a big bore…
The piling of schemes is termed selfish …The stability of vibrations is a bookish chore…

So conclusive, so penetrating, so devastating has been the division rule…
The inkling of self is now ridicule …The spirit of nation is out of schedule…

The pride of heritage is now such a rare feeling…
Joy of life - Sorrow of death - Power of brain ….All fleeting…

Where is the music in passive movements …?
Where is the emotion in passing currents …?
Where are the dancing …bouncing staves …?
Where are the serene …the silent waves …?
Where is the essence of belonging …Oh! My …Dream…
This dress …God! My skin itches I just want to …Scream…


My Uncle's Look …Appreciation ….Mechanical ….And so Deep…
Effusing Richness ….Even to my Bird-like Mind …Was so Steep…

He ……The new Generation Teacher …..A Consultant on Soul…
Me ……Now in teens ……..Was to Start …….Following my Role…
Deep into him ………. I studied ……With Zest …
Forgoing All Alarms ………My Brain At its Best…

In one's own Mind ………..No one is a Mediocre…
Understand his Passion …..Entice him to Grow…
Pragmatism, Extremity, Resoluteness, Human Discipline…
Nudge him ……..Budge him ……And start the Tow…

Raise his Levels to ……Desire the Abstracts…
Discover for him …………And Attack his Soul…
He neither wants to rule it …Nor puts it in Guards…
Was the Golden Avenue into my Uncle's …Role…

His Greatness, his Power, his Ability, his Strength, his Knack...
His Vigor, his Prowess, his Contacts, his Finance - Lay his Track…
Talk of his Gains on each one of these ……Show him the Way…
In Nascent, Unstable Process of Development ….Lead him Astray...

When you make him find his Way ……He will come back to You…
Not for his Soul but for his Fears …..His Insecurity ….His Ego in-Lieu…
You would have enslaved his Soul ……Right in its Infancy...
Dreaded - Thus I read in my Uncle's Eyes - The Trap of his Consultancy...

Perish his Soul ……Further I read ……Teach him Extremity…
Don't let him Learn Optimization ….Give Backing of Practicality…
Optimization is Weak Man's Criteria …A bi-escape …An Internal Fear...
Extremity is Strong Man's Virtue ….Of Men who …….Steer and Cheer…

A Weak mind cannot be Resolute ……Cannot Change a …..Fickle…
It means End of Growth …..End of living ……Life worth a ….Trickle…
Essence of Happiness is Happiness at Distance …Always beyond Trust…
Never let him be Happy ………Seduce him …..Entice him by …..Lust…


Make the Concept of Happiness Vague ……Never let it be ……Distinct…
Bring-in big terms like Intuition ….Floating Memory …ESP ….and Instinct…
Don't let Ambition become his ………..Private Issue…
Share it ….Shoulder it …..Pollute it …..Make it Skew…
Patience is Primary tool of Vigil ……It pays to wield …….Procrastination…
A Synonym of Great Men ….Cause of Low Man's Life time …..Frustration…

Then bring in his Ego …..Subjugate and Preach…
No Great Man waited for Opportunity …….He only Fought…
He, at times found it …. And other times created it…
Do not let him refrain from the …………Thought…

Teach him….Never let him understand…
An egoist never seeks …. Never depends on …..Anybody…
An egoist can renovate the course of time…
Never challenge his capacity to think ….That completes the …Study…

Riches ….Comforts …..Security ….Status ……Contacts…
Obediently follow my Uncle ……He enjoys his Acts…
I shudder …Would I ever change to desire such a Ream….
I feel heavy like lead …. My head Floats ….. I just want to …Scream…


My Father's Blessing Kiss ……Was my only Sublime Pride…
An Ideal of Selflessness…Yet …….I Dare Throng …..Inside…
His Unfathomable Helplessness ….In doing what he would like...
His Life Tickling - In Compulsive Necessities - To no one's Stride…

His Helplessness …..On the Times' Chiding at …..Him…
Ever …..Even if he Sang a Song ……..Or hummed a Tune…
His Exasperation on his Surroundings' Unconcern to ….Him…
Even on His Finishing his Whole for their …….Fortune…

My God! What a life? He blessed me ….Called me ……Stream…
This is Pure Helplessness ….God! ….I just want to …Scream…




Glimpse…


Tonight I am over twelve …I do not know why I thus …Dream…
Whether I am budding or unfortunate … I just want to …Scream…


My whole body aches tired of reciprocating forced smiles with no pleasure…
In these gifts, presents …these studs, gems …perfumes …I find no treasure…

All this silk, gold, skirt, blouse …Oh! This entire sheen …This gleam…
My skin itches …Frustrations dwell …I just want to …Scream…


The tinge alongside happiness on my mother's face was …Devious…
To the unaffordable cost of my b'day dress we were not …Oblivious…

In search of which happiness did she overstretch her means …?
Was the first question recorded in me on my entering into my teens...

Shall I too grow up into such another mother …?
Virtuous, pious …Yet funnily not righteous …Though with no flutter…
Caring, conforming, stipulating …Yet being just one another…

If righteousness is living strenuously and being spiritually clad…
To be capable to refrain to Detest …and …to fight the bad…

To do the best and to cultivate all that is good …
And to enhance to Develop what is rightly understood …

If righteousness is being a part of the society that develops into growth…
Then why in my virtuous country we intent so much why there is so much sloth …?

Women …their strife for the trifle, their dried up tears, their capped up steam…
This Dress …God! …My Skin Itches …I just want to …Scream...


I think of mountains, of rivers, of jungles and of ravines at …Large…
Of animals, of birds, of insects, of reptiles and of fish at …Barge…

With one single instinct they Live …‘to eat and to reproduce'…
Why in our mankind this Instinct is so naturally wild …?
Like wild bushes, wild grass, wild dogs ….It is so inhumanly styled…

If each one of us has The God in us and has infinite capacity to create…
Then what killed the phenomena and reduced us to such a …State …?

We're just multiplying …Are we Bound so…? …I just can't decide…
In analogy to this stupendous growth …we learnt all rules to divide…


The luxury of effort has vanished …The virtue of patience is now no more…
The alert artistic mind has evaporated …The harmony of thoughts is now a big bore…
The piling of schemes is termed selfish …The stability of vibrations is a bookish chore…

So conclusive, so penetrating, so devastating has been the division rule…
The inkling of self is now ridicule …The spirit of nation is out of schedule…

The pride of heritage is now such a rare feeling…
Joy of life - Sorrow of death - Power of brain ….All fleeting…

Where is the music in passive movements …?
Where is the emotion in passing currents …?
Where are the dancing …bouncing staves …?
Where are the serene …the silent waves …?
Where is the essence of belonging …Oh! My …Dream…
This dress …God! My skin itches I just want to …Scream…


My Uncle's Look …Appreciation ….Mechanical ….And so Deep…
Effusing Richness ….Even to my Bird-like Mind …Was so Steep…

He ……The new Generation Teacher …..A Consultant on Soul…
Me ……Now in teens ……..Was to Start …….Following my Role…
Deep into him ………. I studied ……With Zest …
Forgoing All Alarms ………My Brain At its Best…

In one's own Mind ………..No one is a Mediocre…
Understand his Passion …..Entice him to Grow…
Pragmatism, Extremity, Resoluteness, Human Discipline…
Nudge him ……..Budge him ……And start the Tow…

Raise his Levels to ……Desire the Abstracts…
Discover for him …………And Attack his Soul…
He neither wants to rule it …Nor puts it in Guards…
Was the Golden Avenue into my Uncle's …Role…

His Greatness, his Power, his Ability, his Strength, his Knack...
His Vigor, his Prowess, his Contacts, his Finance - Lay his Track…
Talk of his Gains on each one of these ……Show him the Way…
In Nascent, Unstable Process of Development ….Lead him Astray...

When you make him find his Way ……He will come back to You…
Not for his Soul but for his Fears …..His Insecurity ….His Ego in-Lieu…
You would have enslaved his Soul ……Right in its Infancy...
Dreaded - Thus I read in my Uncle's Eyes - The Trap of his Consultancy...

Perish his Soul ……Further I read ……Teach him Extremity…
Don't let him Learn Optimization ….Give Backing of Practicality…
Optimization is Weak Man's Criteria …A bi-escape …An Internal Fear...
Extremity is Strong Man's Virtue ….Of Men who …….Steer and Cheer…

A Weak mind cannot be Resolute ……Cannot Change a …..Fickle…
It means End of Growth …..End of living ……Life worth a ….Trickle…
Essence of Happiness is Happiness at Distance …Always beyond Trust…
Never let him be Happy ………Seduce him …..Entice him by …..Lust…


Make the Concept of Happiness Vague ……Never let it be ……Distinct…
Bring-in big terms like Intuition ….Floating Memory …ESP ….and Instinct…
Don't let Ambition become his ………..Private Issue…
Share it ….Shoulder it …..Pollute it …..Make it Skew…
Patience is Primary tool of Vigil ……It pays to wield …….Procrastination…
A Synonym of Great Men ….Cause of Low Man's Life time …..Frustration…

Then bring in his Ego …..Subjugate and Preach…
No Great Man waited for Opportunity …….He only Fought…
He, at times found it …. And other times created it…
Do not let him refrain from the …………Thought…

Teach him….Never let him understand…
An egoist never seeks …. Never depends on …..Anybody…
An egoist can renovate the course of time…
Never challenge his capacity to think ….That completes the …Study…

Riches ….Comforts …..Security ….Status ……Contacts…
Obediently follow my Uncle ……He enjoys his Acts…
I shudder …Would I ever change to desire such a Ream….
I feel heavy like lead …. My head Floats ….. I just want to …Scream…


My Father's Blessing Kiss ……Was my only Sublime Pride…
An Ideal of Selflessness…Yet …….I Dare Throng …..Inside…
His Unfathomable Helplessness ….In doing what he would like...
His Life Tickling - In Compulsive Necessities - To no one's Stride…

His Helplessness …..On the Times' Chiding at …..Him…
Ever …..Even if he Sang a Song ……..Or hummed a Tune…
His Exasperation on his Surroundings' Unconcern to ….Him…
Even on His Finishing his Whole for their …….Fortune…

My God! What a life? He blessed me ….Called me ……Stream…
This is Pure Helplessness ….God! ….I just want to …Scream…

Topic(s) of this poem: feminism, growth

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

The star in the making....DREAMS....
The dreams are REAL...
Only man does not believe....

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