Poems

When a Man Dies...

When a man dies He knows no more, He wants no more He hates no more, he loves no more When a man dies His friends, true and untrue, weep aloud; So loud and clear that he doesn't hear When a man dies, Evil no longer threatens his existence For Sorrow and Pain are for the living When a man dies All his deeds, good and malevolent Speak for him, long after his demise When a man dies His adversaries rejoice and gloat wryly Over his unreturning loss and mischief When a man dies He sees the true face of God The Maker, A fiery face, so unfit for the living to see When a man dies, The Sun never stops rising from the East Nor does the azure sky go bereft of Stars When a man dies Well-known or Unknown, Rich or Otherwise The Earth rejects none; All, she swallows When a man dies He goes down into the embrace of The Grave An abode, where everyone is fluent in Silence… Pat Ashinze January 2017

Reflective Musings..

Reflective Musings The sun is tired, going to it's astral sleep, Darkness coming in, like the ocean deep Vividly I witness it all from where I lie As nature’s azure flows across the sky Glowing jewels with splendiferous lights, Glittering diamonds; Lordy! What a sight! On the cold lawn, I observe in awe As the stars drench the sky's floor Gorgeous beauties, aloft in transcendence Still, my sentient soul reeked of emptiness. It was arid of strength and sight Horribly barren of will and might. Then I recall the words of ancient wisdom Not to languish in loneliness and boredom But; to rise up from the past’s aphotic abyss And bask in the light of the future’s promise Valiantly, I rose with a stallion's might Baded the evening a sound goodnight Slowly, I sunk into my couch for sopor Eager to witness a new day’s glamour… Pat Ashinze, 2017 Rights reserved

God is a Poet

GOD IS A POET!. Take a look at the constellation of stars as they enamor the bluey dark of heaven You will see the beauty of poetry scattered throughout the nebulousness of the Universe . . Take a wide look at every creature that treads the land, From the sole intellectuality of man to the microcosm of microbes and whatnot, You see an exasperating arrangement of entities in the rigmarole tracks of life . . Take a look at those that reside in the darkened depths of fishy waters; From the great whales and leviathans to the roots and weeds and also unto the hideous and wonderful You observe the mystery of creation embedded in mystic poesies, . . Take a good look upon every single thing that is breathed upon, You see the hand of an unseen writer whose love for poetry knows no bound whose love for wordsmithship remains boundless and incomprehensible . . . Then you begin to wonder Sooner or after the while of reflection, knowing fully well that the said writer, is none but God, The Author and Finisher whose ink remains immune to dessication: . . Then in this ginormous admiration of skill, We remark and re-remark our surprise, Saying amidst awes cum wonders Exclaiming in waoh-ed tongues and voices, - "Indeed, God is a Poet!. " © Pat Ashinze , 2017 Rights reserved .

Freedom

Longing for freedom,
I struggled & cried,
I held my head up,
yet my soul was tied,
tied up tight so I couldn't move,
It just drove me nuts,
I had a lot to prove,
Empty within,
Hollow Inside !
Lonely I traded the darker side,
I walked with moon,
& slept with skies,
Yet my soul was tied,
I couldn't glide,
I was an ocean
which had no tide,

Freedom is rare!
It doesn't just happen,
You gotta pay a price,
which you hold dear,
I just didn't let go,
I wasn't ready to pay,
could let the darkness stay,
could let the demon play,
Yet I wasn't ready to pay!
& yet cried for freedom,
& yet yearn for it,
I took all the losses,
I bore all the pain,
Alas I didn't 
Let Go !of what I held dear!
There was a strange fear,

fear that blinded me,
fear that held me tied,
fear that made those shadows,
which I thought were real,


The moment I let go of It!
My Soul was no more tied!
Guess thats what they call it 

Freedom !!

Nalini Yohannan

Freedom

Longing for freedom,
I struggled & cried,
I held my head up,
yet my soul was tied,
tied up tight so I couldn't move,
It just drove me nuts,
I had a lot to prove,
Empty within,
Hollow Inside !
Lonely I traded the darker side,
I walked with moon,
& slept with skies,
Yet my soul was tied,
I couldn't glide,
I was an ocean
which had no tide,

Freedom is rare!
It doesn't just happen,
You gotta pay a price,
which you hold dear,
I just didn't let go,
I wasn't ready to pay,
could let the darkness stay,
could let the demon play,
Yet I wasn't ready to pay!
& yet cried for freedom,
& yet yearn for it,
I took all the losses,
I bore all the pain,
Alas I didn't 
Let Go !of what I held dear!
There was a strange fear,

fear that blinded me,
fear that held me tied,
fear that made those shadows,
which I thought were real,


The moment I let go of It!
My Soul was no more tied!
Guess that what they call it 

Freedom !!

Nalini Yohannan

Welcome To Crazy Monsoon

 You’re an amazing angel, from the heaven,
Your eyes allure me, to drown into blue ocean,
Inspire with your intimate, intoxicating ways,
Recalling memories of childhood rainy days.

Hypnotic smile, on your innocent face,
Entice my cute heart, to feel your grace,
And beckons me, to touch your silky skin,.
Making love in first monsoon is not a sin

This monsoon showers unique pearls,
As if all rain drops were beautiful girls,
Inviting us to make love this monsoon,
Which is not a curse but nature’s boon.

Rain drops falling on your curly hair,
Feel so blessed with lovely cool air,
Guts of cool breeze feel so seduced,
This bubbly monsoon is also confused.

Within Ourselves


You and me
Climbed together on the mountains
To find peace but couldn’t find

You and me
Flew together up above the blue skies
To measure the height of nature
But could not measure

You and me
Jumped together into deep blue sea
To find the depth of life
But could not find

Finally all efforts exhausted in despair
Eventually everything connects
Because everything already existed
Within ourselves

Limited wants are peace
Live and let others live
Is the depth of life
And to serve humanity without consideration
Is the height of nature
As every gift of nature bears no cost

First Shower Of Monsoon

 When first shower of monsoon
Touched the emotions
Of my innocent heart
Its strings began to ring
Drops of rain began to open
The windows of my heart
And with its tender touch
Heart began to pour out
Pearls of positive thoughts
Now everything seemed positive

Seeds of inspiration
Sowed by a rain shower in my heart
Began to reverberate
Everything now appeared inspirational
Seedlings of love and compassion
Began to germinate and
Fresh winds of peace and humanity
Started blowing in my heart
Monsoon shower roused
A new hope to live and
Left a lasting legacy
Every corner of my heart
Heart bells started ringing exaltation
And raising wave of happiness
Monsoon shower taught the heart
A new art of living


Darkness changed in brightness
The heart began to rejuvenate
The monsoon shower infused
A new life with peace and prosperity
And kindled the lamps off
Bright and prosper tomorrow