O thou pure of heart

No sin was committed

In the garden of Eden

What was pure

And natural

Was forever cursed

Banished from the garden

Carrying the blame of lust

O thou pure of heart

How thee lusted

In thy heart

For the forbidden fruit

And blamed the serpent

Letting God go scott free

One who created all

Must have created

Love and passion

And lust

The day

Darkness of our hearts

Clouded the sunshine

Of our minds

World became a

Dreary place to live

In our fear blemished life

We all have pains

that we carry unseen

Passing time

Fading memories

Lessen heartaches not

Blessed are those

With life a clean slate

Unburdened by the curse

They carry their secrets to

Their graves

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We are here now

We are here now

Does not matter

How we got here

We dug the hole

Where we find us

We must find a way

To crawl up the wall

Sunlight waits yonder

Blame destiny if we

Want to lament fate

If we feel powerless

Then make peace

With the frog

In the hole we dug

And find your music

As it croaks

Dance to the cacophony

Or else if needed

Stand on each other’s shoulder

And crawl up

Pull up the others

Beneath you

There is great strength in number

Don’t let it go to waste

We are here now

Darkness

We will have to

Find our way out and

Light the candle

Let truth shine

Sage Advice:RonovanWrites Weekly Haiku Poetry Prompt Challenge # 235 Sage & Vine

This post is in response to Ronovan’s Weekly Haiku Challenge .

 

The sage meditates
Up in the Himalayas
Well covered in vines

A good sage advice
As heard through the grapevines
Lost in translation

So now sage and wise
We trim parasitic vines
Resplendent sage bush

 

Comparison

Carrying curse of comparison

At the peril of our own happiness

Treading paths

Paved by unfulfilment

On a bed of broken dreams

It’s Friday and What to Fry

It’s Friday

And I am thinking

What’s to fry

Fried eggs

Enough of that

Also my supply of eggs

Running dry

It’s time for something

New to try

French fries

That’s old

A trip to Micky D

In this freezing cold

Not going to fly

Decisions, decisions

Need some conclusion soon

Before my rumbling tummy

Starts to cry

Think for now

Will stick to tested

Old recipe

Of toast and eggs

And give all thoughts

Of what to fry

A bye bye

Before my brain

Is completely fried

PS. I will not slam the table as I walk out of the bed room, I promise😂

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Final product: egg white omelet with onion, kale, mushroom,tomato and avocado

Thursday Tidbits: When Icicles Hang by the Wall

Let me make it clear in the beginning, that title is not mine.  It is the title of one of William Shakespeare’s sonnets from Love’s Labor’s Lost. I will explain below why I chose this title.

During last week of December, 2018 we visited Zion National Park.  There, on our hike on Temple of Sinawava Trail and the trail to the Emerald Pools, we saw icicles hanging by the walls of the majestic cliffs.  This brought back memories from my highschool days , and believe me that was a long long time ago,where our poetry textbook had the poem with the title above  as a required reading.

Friend for Life

I wrote a poem in Hindi a few days back that I had shared with my  friends in social media.  The poem is about friendship.  Translated the poem to English today.  Both versions are here, English followed by Hindi.

Behind every little smile

Hidden is  a pain,

One who understands that

Is a true friend.

Answers to every question,

Solution to every issue

May not be there,

Still won’t refuse to

Accompany without a question,

One with that courage,

True friend for sure.

Extending a supportive hand,

Walking side by side,

Offering shoulder to lean,

That’s friend for life.

दोस्त

 

हर मुस्कराहट के पीछे

छुपा हुआ गम जो समझे, 

यार है वह सच्चे। 

हर सवाल का जवाब नहीं, 

हर मुसीबत का इलाज नहीं, 

फिर भी करे ना इन्कार, 

बिन सवालों के साथ देने की

हिम्मत, दोस्त वही हैं पक्के।

हाथ जो बढ़ाई आगे

साथ चलने के, 

कन्धे दिये धीरज के, 

अपनावो उसे दिल मे, 

दोस्त वहीं हैं जीवन के।