In Search Of The Truth Poem by Mohabeer Beeharry

I seek the truth
From where the ideation of this universe
Shivered into a spectacular existence;
Where rivers of wisdom flow unabated
And cascades of ineffable joys drench the air
With unceasing sprays of love and sunshine.
I seek the truth
Where life is not time scaled,
Two-sided or relative,
Where untold symphonies are born
That would deluge the atmosphere with flood of unsurpassable music.
These I find by diving into my own self,
Following the mystic lamp.
I shake the tree of superstitions
And cull immortal fruits of wisdom.
I churn the frail mind’s ocean
And reap rich and multifarious pearls.
I befriend pain and shirk ephemeral pleasures
That like fearsome shadows shroud the treasure-troves of truth that twinkle at the bottom.
And all decked, I come
From where the mind ceases to maraud,
And the proud breath sacrifices itself
At the altar of the all encompassing truth.


POEM 3

Title: I celebrate

I celebrate the cosmos with its infinite
Multitude of suns, moons, stars and planets.
I celebrate the lovely and exuberant world
With its blue sky, and oceans,
Its dark thunder clouds, mountains and rivers,
Its flowers, brooks and hills.
I celebrate the known and I celebrate the unknown.
I celebrate he who made them all,
For he who made them, made them into one whole:
An inseparable mosaic.
I salute the greatest of all the marvels:
Man! the home of the infinite; of infinite beauty.
For to him was given the gift
To comprehend the infinite,
To see, to hear, and to love the whole.
To him was given the gift
To seek the eternal home of wisdom,
And having found which, time ceases to scare,
Barred and cooped up in the house of gross matter,
A non-existent toothless chimera.


POEM No 4

Title: A remembrance for Renuka

And when the morning dawns at last,
The first arrows of the young sun
Gently drenches the hibiscus in light purple blooms,
Gilding the front courtyard,
She opens her eyes, glazed and jaundiced
And takes a long troubled look at the flowers
At her bedside and gives a sigh.
I watch, helpless, depressed and disorientated,
Crying in silence
And praying.
Who was she who once came into my life,
A stranger, heart full of love,
And stayed close ever since?
Now stands alone between two worlds,
A frail frame battered by the relentless rigour
Of a terminal nightmare.
Strong in mind; alone in her pain.
She reaches for my hands
And though not by words of mouth,
Lets her love flow, telling all she has not
The years gone by.
A smile, faint, distant, and inscrutable,
Lights her face and lingers awhile
Like the half moon on a cloudless night,
Gradually waning,
Sinking back into her own lifeless self.
For ever, for ever.
The curtains have fallen, the eternal silence
Between here and there,
Between here and no where.
All was said that was needed to be said.
What was left, was never intended.
A certain fleshly heartache endures,
A certain lonely candle burning
Till the kind hands of time
Dry the tears.


POEM 5

Title: Where is the difference?

You think we are different
Because we look different?
But who knows what unseen forces had moulded us, age after age?
Have made us fruits of different trees?
They have made me sour and you sweet.
They have made you sour and me sweet.
Yet both our lives hang on the precarious swings of that fleshly pendulum.
When the sun sets, we both look for comfort
In the arms of the nightly slumber;
When our throats are parched,
We both look for the fountain to quench our thirst;
At the vehemence of the nightly nightmares,
We both sit up in bed, dearly wishing for the day to break.
And when finally the frail pendulum ceases to swing,
We both are forced to tug our tails in
And ease out into that same immense and blind
Nothingness, leaving behind the pampered pride and hoarded wealth.
We are like the waters of the fabled well,
Who knows where from we come,
And where to we go.