Befriend Truth and other poems ….
Poetess : Vanita Thakkar
Poetry is a vivid form of expression – capturing thoughts, emotions, ideas, aspirations and various moods of human existence in a combination of a few words and a whole array of the unheard, untold, unexplored meanings / realizations that renew, refresh and expand during every successive reading.
Here are seven such poems that weave multifarious expressions into short, touchy poetic phrases that leave echoes of emotions vibrating within ….
Titles of Poems :
Befriend Truth
Birth
By The Train Window
Consolations
Forgive Me
Remembering Oliver Twist
Tragedies of Form
BEFRIEND TRUTH
Behind every lie,
Every manipulation,
Lies the fear
That Truth harms.
The lame veil of lies.
Of manipulations,
Falls upon facts.
Through the Truth
In the form of facts,
Peeps the Truth
Behind the facts.
Strange is
The fear of Truth,
Perceived as
Bitter Truth,
Harsh Truth,
Dangerous Truth,
Ugly Truth,
Defaming Truth ….,
Overlooking
Truth as
Simple Truth,
Innocent Truth,
Compassionate Truth,
Funny Truth,
Beautiful Truth ….
Ultimate Truth !!
The fear of Truth,
Trusting lies,
Trusting manipulations,
Distrusting Truth,
Fearing Truth,
Hiding Truth,
Hiding from Truth,
Distorting Truth,
Creates traps,
Chaos and illusions,
That consume
Dignity, Happiness,
Prosperity, Progress,
Harmony and Peace.
Is it so difficult to
Befriend Truth ??!!
Befriend Truth !!
Befriend Truth !!
BIRTH
An awakening
Or
Slipping into sleeping –
Intoxicating,
Invigourating …. ?
A new beginning
Or
A renewed seeking
Of answers to longing,
Eternal pining …. ?
A sparkling song
Of silent mystery,
A refreshing bout
Of innocent curiosity
For leaping high
And diving deep
Into unfolding, unwinding
Divine continuity …. ?!!
BY THE TRAIN WINDOW
The green, far-stretching fields,
Touching the horizon,
Sweep past the train window.
The gushes of wind
Engulf my being,
Unwrapping, unfolding
The layers of silence within,
That surge out
As a stream of
Humming emotions,
Formless thoughts,
Timeless yearning,
Emerging from
Unchartered mountains of memories
Flowing over and across
The winding and twining
Lanes and passages,
The contours and forms,
And flashes,
Scattered in the vastness within,
And spreads over and over
Over-board the rocking train window,
Into the swiftly moving
Fields and wilderness,
Rivers and streams,
Mountains and hills and rocks,
Over to and beyond
The clouds crawling lazily past
The boundless bent sky.
CONSOLATIONS
“Well, well, dear !!
This world didn’t spare
The divine Sita,
Purity embodied
And the dazzling Draupadi,
Blazing Womanhood,
Who are you and I ? ….”
Thus go consolations,
Sometimes soothing,
While at times piercing
The perpetually bleeding
Sores of Time,
Wailing wordlessly
At stagnated sensitivity
And vicious wiliness,
Regressing Manliness.
FORGIVE ME
Forgive me
For being foolish enough
To give you enough
Grey areas to escape.
Forgive me
For being unable to be
Blind and deaf
To your obvious deceits.
Forgive me
For not being able to
Help you hide
Your open “secrets”.
Forgive me
For not being able to
Heal by bandages on legs
For injuries on hands.
REMEMBERING OLIVER TWIST
Old and bold,
Fit and set,
Fagin lives on
With his whip
Of punishment
Ready to strike
Anyone,
Who asks for more.
The roots of his reign
Stretch deep and wide
Across colonies of
Developed or developing
Civilized Jungles,
Where misused freedom
Tip-ties tongues
And overgrown independence
Asphyxiates;
And thronging webs of
Silence and sins
Flourish and stink ….
And amidst miseries
Of lonely crowds,
Poor Oliver’s
Dumb-found plight
Struggles for strength and might
To speak right for Right.
TRAGEDIES OF FORM
Suddenly and to utmost agony,
The most definite certainty
Makes appearance !!
And there is sudden disappearance
Of an ever-loving smile,
A ringing laughter,
A soothing tone,
An affectionate heart,
A caring touch,
A comforting presence,
A protective support,
A tough battler,
A tolerant companion ....
A vast vacuum falls
Upon the emptied lives,
Struggling to fill it
With tears and cries,
Haunting memories,
Broken dreams,
Unsaid words,
Helpless complains,
Pining prayers ....
The stillness stares
At the continuity.
Lost existence ?
Chopped existence ?
Dead existence ? .... ??
Life gone,
Numbness lives on ....
Amidst
Agonies of forms,
Crises of forms,
Tragedies of forms.
