Requiem
Not under foreign skies
Nor under foreign wings protected -
I shared all this with my own people
There, where misfortune had abandoned us.
[1961]
INSTEAD OF A PREFACE
During the frightening years of the Yezhov terror, I
spent seventeen months waiting in prison queues in
Sunday Morning
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Complacencies of the peignoir, and late
Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair,
And the green freedom of a cockatoo
Upon a rug mingle to dissipate
The holy hush of ancient sacrifice.
She dreams a little, and she feels the dark
Encroachment of that old catastrophe,
As a calm darkens among water-lights.
Fireflies
My fancies are fireflies, —
Specks of living light
twinkling in the dark.
The voice of wayside pansies,
that do not attract the careless glance,
murmurs in these desultory lines.
In the drowsy dark caves of the mind
dreams build their nest with fragments
Cry Not
You should not cry else tears may fall
Hold them back until, you make call
you tell them not to fall or roll
is the cry only way left for recall?
Go in isolation or on the roof top
yell and shout as much as you and don’t stop
If need be then go to the hill peak
Shout in wilderness and don’t speak,
Poems On Life
Life is given to us,
we earn it by giving it.
Let the dead have the immortality of fame,
but the living the immortality of love.
Life's errors cry for the merciful beauty
that can modulate their isolation into a
harmony with the whole.
Depression
Depression is like a tidal wave pulling you further in
You don't feel upto facing anyone or anything
Depression is a huge emphasis on feeling sad and low
You feel like you're in a dark place with nowhere else to go
Depression is like you're falling deeper into a black hole
Your mind feels violated and as though you have no control
Depression is having little energy or lack of motivation
What Spain Was Like
Spain was a taut, dry drum-head
Daily beating a dull thud
Flatlands and eagle's nest
Silence lashed by the storm.
How much, to the point of weeping, in my soul
I love your hard soil, your poor bread,
Your poor people, how much in the deep place
Of my being there is still the lost flower
Of your wrinkled villages, motionless in time
And your metallic meadows
Isolation: To Marguerite
We were apart; yet, day by day,
I bade my heart more constant be.
I bade it keep the world away,
And grow a home for only thee;
Nor fear'd but thy love likewise grew,
Like mine, each day, more tried, more true.
The fault was grave! I might have known,
What far too soon, alas! I learn'd--
The heart can bind itself alone,
Going Unnatural
Encountering no problem,
If follow straight path,
Life becomes hell,
If nothing goes well,
If you brush well,
No pain in tooth,
No more tooth decay
And no more bad smell,
Isolation And Dark
I prefer isolation and dark,
No disturbance from dog’s bark,
Easy escape from assassin’s mark,
No problem for vehicle’s park,
No closing of eyes when ignite the spark,
Darkness where no one can infiltrate,
Not an insect or sound penetrate,
Darkness where I can see only light,
Togetherness with conscious and soul right,
Never Be Afraid
Never be afraid of any one,
'He' is there for everyone,
Never HE lets you to sleep,
empty stomach gone so deep,
Fear not for telling truth,
express words with style smooth,
words may be very simple to render
Bow the head and apology tender,
Simple Desire
On a way to temple greeted with simple smile,
So sweet and me to follow for an extra mile,
Steps were directionless and just followed,
Passage was so smooth and simply allowed,
No words to narrate the beautiful child of nature,
No ill will ideas mind will nurture,
Did eyes saw it mere welcome for future?
All quests was to end with complete disease to cure,
How To Redeem Life
Pertinent question always knocking the mind,
Soul I honestly search, but answer not find,
Lucrative offers come on the way but rescind,
Unknown call from within always me remind,
I feel there is something which must be attained,
Salvation you may call but bondage not retained,
Attachment free link and true essence obtained,
Living in world but not isolation and detained,
Isolation At Sunrise
I awake,
Dreams burdened with your eyes.
A recollection of temperance
From a soul as empty
as the spirits in a glass.
My mind remains heavily weighted,
with unfair remnants
of celestial lies.
Look At Horizones
My eyes look at horizons and not blink
Heart skips a bit, refuses to obey and sink
Face turns pale from colour pink
Endless struggle and so much to think
I see the earth torn apart by season
Water boiling to a level without any reason
We have similar situation with troubles in lot
I try to find out the trouble spot,
Final Adieu, Jackson
Final adieu Jackson
Our heart felt so much sadness to offer you colorful wreath,
We were all soaked with tears on your death,
Heart beats witnessed rise and fall and stopped to breathe
Millions cried all over but there was nobody to soothe,
Oh, legandry figure and king of pope
We had high regard and high hope,
You had excellence and found arts to rope,
~ Sedation Of Salvation ~
~ Sedation Of Salvation ~
Ms. Nivedita
UK
4 July,2010
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Humble Note:
[1] Dispassionate Karma: Without being attached to the fruits of activities, for by working without attachment one attains the Supreme [a.k.a Salvation]
[2] Passionate Karma: Antithesis to above
! Love And Friendship
Loneliness, anxiety, and despair,
isolation, sorrow, bitterness -
these the cruel concerns, observers note,
that press upon our current consciousness.
To name mind's enemies is good for mind:
for straightway, two arch-fiends themselves reveal:
separation, and false sense of loss.
These enemies now named, what salve may heal?
Thinking Irrelevent
I sit under tree and think in isolation,
unable to perform or offer consolation,
does this matter? or merely a question,
is it absured thinking without any relation?
I reel under anger and burn with rage,
soul so helpless as lion feels in cage,
As we see fire weapons only in page,
feelings may run high but can't manage,
In Solitude
In solitude I remain
With absolutely nothing to gain
Perhaps in time I will be strong
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song
A solitary place
Is not where I belong
Read my lips and trace the lines on my face
You see! Solitude is not my favourite song