POETRY: THE NECTAR OF LIFE
POETRY: the nectar of life
Six Inspiring Micro Poems
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The Pale Pages
Pages that turn flaky yellow
Remind of moments yester-years
When you n I were unaware
Of reciprocal life long peers.
Moth-filled surface
Were company alone
Filled my horizon luminous
Like glowworms do in starry nights.
Ilumined but hollow,
My heart did beat
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THORNS OF LOVE
I’d rather be the thorns
Surrounding you,
Than be the glory – disloyal,
As withering petals do.
HARMONY OF SILENCE
It is a silence-
An unprecedented Universal Silence!
A resurrection of primordial quietness
That Man had abandoned
In Nature’s lush dominion – long,long back.
A glimpse of judgement
As awaiting reckless humanity
Precceeds gushing heat-waves
Through empty, deserted streets.
A fatal threat-
The slow arrival of ‘second coming’
Shrouds abandoned rendezvous-haunts
Skipping beats, gasping breath
Haunt the hunter, the squanderer epitomize.
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Life
of modernism is a triumph of commercialization.
Saleable
even abstractions
Marketable
– ideals, maxims and principles.
Family
values – nutrition of consumer goods
Touchy,
emotional strings are
Advertising’s
fuel indispensable.
A
family man’s duty foremost
Is
a term insurance;
Regardless
of depreciating love-juice.
Even
children measure the depth of care
By
the dough spent on them,
Tantrums
valued and readily fulfilled.
Society
has transformed its meaning
Cause
Man’s no more social in his being.
He
loves his privacy—
Be
it among his friends, partner or neighbours.
The
girl next door is a stranger forever,
A
face you see, “But.... who cares who’s she!”
Busy
over networking-traffic,
That’s
the society one truly lives in
Loving
, hating, blending and sharing
With
people who may or may not be.
“That’s
Hamlet’s dilemma. Let him see!”
Pomp
is the virtue of the hour.
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Lurking around in the shadows
Piercing through the dense darkness,
I feel the presence of it.
Darting through the emptiness
The gaze, the penetration never stops.
Heavy seems the air
Tense and strained, the breath............
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And why Thy not made the rose bud my love?...
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Let the earth be nothing,
But a celestial body for me.
Let the world be nothing,
But a mirage of temptation for me;
For I belong to none of these,...
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The Undefined Ganga
Wish I knew what inspiration is
Illumination had just been a word
The fire within me was a hunger,...
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