More things to see and hear Than ever before in history Yet man is not contented What is it that he seeks? Certainly, happiness But to what avail Unhappiness is his lot More often than not And if its causes are sought The roots lie hidden within In the very seeking of happiness Away from … Continue reading Self-inflicted (NaPoWriMo – April 4)
God supposedly said “Let there be light” Which makes me wonder What was there before? Darkness? Which makes me wonder How did God find his way In that darkness?
No eye is dry Until one accepts The moist eyes. No tongue speaks Only the truth Until suffering Teaches it to. No heart loves The Other Until it realizes It too is the Other.
“April is the cruellest month” Wrote Eliot And yet here I am Contemplating writing A poem a day In this very month And, God forbid If reading my poems Proves Eliot right.
Krishna, Buddha, Jesus, Muhammad Were indeed blokes extraordinaire But, why did they deliver messages Seemingly different in many ways Or, are you and I getting it all wrong And, in some strange mysterious way They are speaking the same language Who knows, because if they were Will there be such warring factions Both in theology … Continue reading Messengers of What
Let me serve you these words As Wordsworth used to do I can think of ways less apt To present the Truth enwrapt Like as in prose or a dissertation Which to heart have less affiliation When in the deep depths of silence Or in a baby's innocent mumbles One comes face to face with … Continue reading Poetry as a Vessel for Truth (Lines written on World Poetry Day – Mar 21, 2018)
Whence is Truth, Truth that is true As time begins and ends And even as it wends; Truth that is true Here, there And everywhere; Truth that is equally true For me and you?
Before I came into being I was most certainly not, So the current state I could not have sought. Yet I feel like I spent a few moments Backstage with God Discussing and cajoling But He would not brook Any excuse not to be born.
Since we ourselves Do not know What we will say Or do tomorrow, Impelled as we will be By the unfolding State of the universe At each particular moment, It will be laughable If we swear by Free will - But sometimes we get lucky And say and do tomorrow What we plan on today.
Who has perceived time Except as the clocks chime Or as the sun peregrinates the sky Or you want something and for it try. Without objects there is no change And where there is no change How can time elapse slow or fast Or anything be first or last; So time is nothing but change … Continue reading The Masquerade of Time