Life and Death

Sunset,
Crimson is the sky,
Twilight creeps,
Dusk crawls across,
Darkness.

Death,
Is it so,
As life ebbs,
Will darkness crawl?
Oblivion.

Dawn,
Fingers of light shoot,
Gently rises the sun,
Dawn rushes in,
Blazing.

Soul,
Free of the body,
Floats free,
Unknown beckons,
Peace?

Day,
A new beginning,
Chaos reigns supreme,
Busy for what?
Clueless.

Life,
A series of steps,
Mundane and exhilarating,
Exhausted, long wait,
Ends.

The Pursuit of Happiness

The pursuit of happiness,

Ah, there lies the fallacy,
When one seeks,
One gets,
But is it
What is expected?

Happiness lies

In the moment,
Don’t let it go,
Let it flow,
Enjoy what you have,
This moment,
It will not come again.

Let it not be wasted
In pursuits futile,
In death is
Peace perfect
That won’t matter,
So live the moment,
And let
Happiness find you.

In Your Eyes

In the unfathomable depth
of your eyes,
Is written my death;
As surely the setting sun
Dips its toes in the ocean,
So shall I.

Oh, how I gaze,
Gingerly I step,
Cold hand of death,
Comes up and embrace,
Who knew death
Would be so sweet,
Such pleasure in
Losing oneself.

Slowly everything darkens,
A soft light glows,
Music rises to a crescendo,
And rupture.

Tranquility,
As I lie,
My eyes shut,
So I died.

Who is singing?
Rejoice,
Surely as the sun will rise,
So shall you.

What blasphemy!
From peace
To seeking again?
Rebirth a myth.

I lie at peace,
Eyes closed,
And from those
unending depths,
You opened
The universe to me.

What mysteries
Those eyes held?

Peace and Prosperity for all

no epic was ever penned 

without being spiced by jealousy, 

 

no romance novels complete 

 

without juicy syrup of 

 

dripping emotions, betrayal and gossips, 

 

doomed are those that forgot to pay

 

their homage to Eros, 

 

no action thrillers without guns and

 

blood flowing like water, 

 

keep us awake at night.  

 

 

 

we thrive at our senses  being titillated, 

 

and then we go to the temples 

 

to pray for peace  and

 

prosperity for all.  

 

somehow the math does not make sense.  

 

if a book is a window to the world,

 

it’s the book or the world, 

 

which one has gone wrong? 

 

the eternal question  remains unanswered, 

 

chicken or the egg, 

 

which came first?  

 

 

 

and we,

 

the children of God, 

 

while secretly pamper our senses,

 

and stoke our libido, 

 

pay lip service to  peace

 

and prosperity  for all.

 

 

Unanswered Prayers

I sent a prayer up,
Reply never came down.
May be dreams escaped my sleep,
And the lotto ticket
Just another piece of paper
In the morning.
O’ wait,
I have not checked
The results yet.
The dream can live on
For a few more moments,
But the coffee calls.
Now only if I can leave
The warmth of the bed.
Peace made an exit
When greed entered,
And prayers remained
Unanswered.

Red is the color of blood

Four preachers came to the square today,
With followers in tow and scriptures in hands,
They came to spread the message of peace
Preaching peace but hearts full with venomous hate.

With unwavering faith in their scriptures and in supremacy of their creators,
They spoke of harmony but stuck to their own studied faiths,
The city was burning fueled by division, its citizens at risk,
Blind followers’ rants heat up the atmosphere, citizens afraid.

Suddenly what went wrong no one knew, chaos ensued,
Amid pushing and shoving, fisticuffs and stabbings, mayhem reigned,
When the preachers were thrown to the ground, no one saw,
Crushed under the feet of the crowd, they cried out for help, as the stampede grew. 

Nurtured back to health with expert treatment and needed blood transfusion,
The preachers prayed to the Lords of their faiths in humble submissions,
Taking the name of their creators constantly, they offered their salutations,
Praising the physicians for their dedication, inquired about those who gave them life with blood donations.

Humbly replied the doctors, serving humanity without division is our religion,
Neither Christians nor Jews, nor Hindus nor Muslims here,
Knew not who donated blood, nor whose blood flow in veins of yours,
Black, white or brown, American, African, Asian or Mexican, unknown were the donors.

Only one thing is certain, an absolute truth, blood has no religion,
The blood that flows in your veins, same flows in everyone’s, that you also know.
It’s neither white nor brown nor black,
Red is the only color of blood.

Peace, a pipe dream

for a promise of safety tomorrow

given up our freedom to be happy today

couching our cowardice as god’s will

in silence of thought we seek redemption

spines turned to jelly in submission

we dream of the day of judgement

of standing erect with sins forgiven

foolish are we to think that our deeds

to please the tyrants will go unnoticed

we, who have lulled ourselves to sleep

with our acquiescence to deed of servitude

feel betrayed with neither safety nor salvation

and peace remained a pipe dream, oblivion

Thy name is compromise

When a whole life was spent

Clipping the wings of heart’s desire

And mind locked in a vault

Guarded by the lost key

Of pursuit of happiness

A search futile

Ignorant of what’s being searched for

The little morsels spread to entice

Does not make the heart flutter

For a promise of bliss

Embraced a fleeting moment of peace

Price that I pay

In perpetual silence

Misery, thy name is compromise

Home — Jane Dougherty Writes

This started as a comment I made to Jane’s poem today morning to which she responded immediately with a beautiful follow up and I responded back instantly.  As people say, the rest is history.  

 

The Oracle suggested the first section of this poem which became a collaborative poem when Pranab (in bold) chimed in. Why ask where home lies? Look out on the night ocean, listen to its wings beating, see how green morning wakes, slow and soft as peace falling, stars wheeling, in the vast silence of […]

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