shrey tripathi


My Rendezvous With God - Poem by shrey tripathi

Today I walk up with a new-fangled hope
As the sun flickered in my eyes,
It asked me not to beg for my stomach
But to earn for my cries.

As I entered the village,
I stared at the brimming river,
In the mid day sun,
It glistened like a polished mirror.

Taking a step forward
The food stall became visible,
With a vendor at the shop
And eatable at the table.

Hurrying on my foot
I ran along the non- extinct road of the village large,
But to my wonder the river and stall
It was only a mirage.

The dump house has now substituted the stall
It was the drain that seemed like the river
Oh the vendor!
Oh the polished mirror!

Why it happened with me?
What was my fault?
I decided to ask god
For punishing me without fault.

I went under the tree and pray to Lord
I became a saint,
As I ate nothing for one month
I started, no I ended as a faint.

As I opened my eyes
I was in a place with Real River,
There were cool chilly winds
But I couldn’t even shiver.

The sky was clear
No sun, but fruits were there,
But to take one of them
I couldn’t even dare.
Suddenly a scorching heat approached a bright light
It tore open my eyes,
And I stared at it
But forgot my demands and cries.

You can have fruits
But I refused and asked,
If I had any problem with that light
I nodded a no and said no never in the night.

It was god the all mighty one
He asked me in a voice, bold and high,
What do you want son
And for that you did you try.

I said food no water no rest
I was confused and I said,
Can you fulfill my wish?
Oh yes, but what was it?

He asked me then
That I tried or I cried,
I whispered in a low voice
I just cried.

Soon my face was decorated
With a smile of shy,
As I didn’t try as he said
Only wailed and cry.

He blessed me in my dream
With a shower of yellow beams,
It was not a confrontation
But a meeting of two steams.

My mouth was no more sealed
As if with glue,
I remembered everything
However, about my demands, I had no clue.

My eyes opened in real
And I realized it was only a dream,
I decided to ask this time
But couldn’t in the dream.


Yes, it happened again
I went in dream,
Nevertheless, forgot again what to ask
It was only that light, no body and mask.

He asked if I ‘tried’
That stuck in my mind,
I thought for long
Moreover, got what was truly wrong.

I worked hard
And came to the city,
That became true-that vendor
And so did the mirror.

I thank that rendezvous with god
This showed me the appropriate path,
That was hard work and determination
And not external praying bath.

at the end i say this that
god is neither in the temple not in else
he is in you yes in you
all you need to do is to recognize that sence


Comments about My Rendezvous With God by shrey tripathi

  • (11/1/2013 12:20:00 PM)


    I enjoyed reading this very creative poem, though may I make one suggestion? It seems that you're trying to follow a structure for each stanza, but you keep switching between structured and free verse. I suggest that you either stick to the structure, or remove the structure completely and make it a complete free verse. Other than that and a few grammatical errors, which could have been on purpose, The poem was rather enjoyable. (Report) Reply

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  • (6/28/2013 10:41:00 AM)


    the best ever read
    i am 13
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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 28, 2013

Poem Edited: Thursday, October 17, 2013


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