Wise eyes
discern from a distance
we see the distant horizon
vast deep beyond
the expanding ocean
we linger in space indeed
to find a swift weed
as we surf along the waves of life
a tsunami comes astride
takes all humanity for a ride
none know where to hide
then we subside
to the bottom of the sea
just who are we?
none can see
a drop of water
bubbles mixed
in the waters of the ocean
all transfixed
as globules
independent
once we were
but now a nuisance
teach me
the art of roving imagination
whence comes a thought
whither does it go to
no one knows
whether we can imprint
our minds indelible ink
let me know
the world says so
two souls so distant apart
Internet now makes them
an integral part
BUT WHO ARE WE
your wisdom far surpasses the sea
the rivers do meet
but at the tributary
of what we call conjunction of humanity
to merge with eternity
my mind races faster
than does my finger
thoughts continue to linger
it's the vibrations
of thoughts
which causes commotion
hence helps to keep life
in slower motion
as poetry is nothing
beyond an emotion
but in slower motion
tomorrow when it comes
as it will
a new tree of poetry
will become an envy
when these verses
will be given a soul
of which master of inspiration
are you all whole
I am just an instrument of Divine
making an effort to poetry refine
out of an experienced find
yours not mine
none should that now mind
My voice is not that of a nightingale
it's just like that of a big big whale
words monumental
but meanings small
come out like beads
from sea beds weeds
yet I pose
as being poetic
PP ME
Let someone all beads string
and seal
then someone someday will say
these were songs of a
real nightingale
calling his
she
any way it's been a long day
again today
awaiting your grace so to say
as you sow words of wisdom
in a kaleidoscope of thoughts
at random
a word or two
I shall borrow from you
hope this poetry would do
For all of you
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poet thinks before he writes, he reads it and revises it, he is in an ocean where there are no sharks, so he remains there carefree for a longer time. A thoughtful poem by a thinker poet.
GREAT BE THY KINDEST AND GREATEST ON PH VISION SALAAAMS BHAI