Poems

Five years past
Where I could not see
The spirits of love and kindness
That had always been close to me
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Rain does not fall—
it simply blooms on skin,
beneath an invisible chin
where your eyes dissolve
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'It is okay, ' I tell myself
For a moment, I think that's true
But, wait, it ain't
It is all a lie.
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when I was small the old woman next door
mother of a fallen soldier
would sit by the bamboo gate at twilight
asking the way to the southern front
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But for wicked time and distance meet East and West,
Those tearless eyes perceive not what they see -
A longing heart and its vain and elusive quest
For a love forgotten beyond the stormy sea.
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Let not false lights your wandering soul beguile,
That which tempts you is a moonlit cheat,
A phantom's antic, spun with subtle wile,
Momentary specters, themselves do meet;
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कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. अवचित्य महिला दिनाचे साधून का उधळीत मुक्ता फळे l. स्त्री स्वातंत्र्य मुक्ती आरक्षण संरक्षणाची खोटी मृगजळे llध्रुll. जरी झेप घेसी चंद्र मंगळावरी l कुठे जाळीती तुझा आरोप करून बंद दारी l. देवदासी कधी तू देवाची मुरळे ll१ll. अजुनी बुरख्यात लपविसी देह चंद्र मुख तुझे l किती सहशील अत्याचार दडपणाचे ओझे l तलाक त्रिवार बोलून उखडतील तुजला समजून बांडगुळे ll२ll. शल्यचिकित्सा जरी करसी देऊनी एनएसथेटेशिया भूल l. खेडोपाडी नासुटते तुज अजुनी चूल नी मूल l. अजूनही गांजलेले तू मागासलेली खुळेll ३ll. असंतुलित स्त्री-पुरुष जन्म मृत्यू-दर उपजते l वैरीण होते माय तुझी तुझ जन्मा आधी मारते l अजून निष्पाप असाह्य तू पुरुषी वर्चस्वामुळे ll४ll. टपली गिधाडे सभोवती नजरा चघळून पाहे l किती लाचार अगतिक तू जरी झगडू पाहे l. अजूनही होतो सौदा तुझा लावून बोली बाळे.ll५ll. कवी: चैतन्य विनायक कन्हेरीकर. दिनांक: १३मार्च२०१२
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Searching for what we didn't have we became what we are
Seeds ground into a salve, poverty kept in a stone jar
Seasoning that with passing years has lost its flavor
Sensations washed away in muddy tears, time its engraver
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Sweetened light I'm chasing through winds to see
Wishes of ends perfect inside ruby wheels
The dreaming of my heart grants as it steals
My future new flipped over on its heels
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Strength is a small and shaking hand,
though pressed by the cooing voice of a lying foe,
still refuses to yield to its demand,
And will not let the light of truth go.
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Une âme douce, avec la lumière qui brille à l'intérieur,
Une pureté qui embellit tout ce qu'elle fait,
Sa piété était un hymne silencieux et apaisant,
Le toucher de la compassion, qui guérit en douceur et ainsi,
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(A Poetic Anthem for SUNIL DESSELB)

On a day like this, the fire was born,
From secret prayers before the dawn.
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