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ODE TO SRINIVASA RAMANUJAN

AND who were you! Bright star of India!

[I say, “THE WORLD!]

Ramanujan, the discoverer of known insight
and father of discoveries once unknown!
Your Prime was genius and short-lived
that brilliant function of soul and
number — the gods, my god, took you
and your death still a mystery —
and notebooks your legacy my angel!

That gesture after Victorian age
a beast of engine and steel —
a choice of death over life!
So wonderfully the gods refused
when you threw yourself unto
the tracks of afterlife.

Peaceful rest but I guess
One day soon your soul returns

:: 08-21-2014 ::


DEATH

DEATH

w a r

dances within the skies_________

the air dies frantically

while human minds

and lungs repair

Yet even amidst this chaos, dare

to find beauty in the broken

where silence speaks and wounds unspoken

in the midst of this discordant air,

a symphony of souls, we share

through shattered dreams and battles fought,


the human spirit, unfaltering, sought.

So let us weave our words anew,

In defiance of the war’s cruel brew.

for in the spaces between breaths and sighs,

we find the whispers of truth that never dies.

:: 02.0 2024 ::


GODDNESS OF WISDOM AND WARFARE

In the twilight of the mind, where shadows roam,
Minerva’s whisper guides, in ancient tome.
With wisdom’s torch, she lights the way,
Through labyrinthine paths, where dreams hold sway.

Minerva, guardian of the soul,
In your wisdom, we find our goal.
With your grace, we rise above,
In the realms of knowledge, we seek and love.

In the quiet of the night, beneath the stars,
Minerva’s essence, beyond the bars.
She weaves the threads of thought and art,
In the tapestry of the human heart.

Minerva, keeper of the flame,
In your presence, we find our name.
With your guidance, we chart our course,
In the boundless sea of intellect’s force.

In the depths of silence, where truth resides,
Minerva’s gaze, forever abides.
With every question, she whispers the key,
Unlocking the mysteries, setting minds free.

Minerva, mistress of the mind,
In your presence, we seek to find.
With your grace, we stand tall and strong,
In the pursuit of knowledge, we all belong.

So let us raise our voices high,
To Minerva’s wisdom, we testify.
In every thought, in every endeavor,
Minerva’s light shines on forever.

:: 02.09.2024 ::

NOTE:

[Minerva is a figure from Roman mythology, equivalent to the Greek goddess Athena. She is typically associated with wisdom, strategic warfare, crafts, and the arts. Minerva is often depicted with attributes such as an owl, symbolizing wisdom, and wearing armor, symbolizing her role in warfare. In Roman mythology, she is one of the twelve Olympian gods and goddesses and is considered one of the most important deities in the Roman pantheon.]

I wrote this poem to be a magnificent homage to the illustrious Minerva, encapsulating her essence as the goddess of wisdom and warfare with eloquence and reverence. The imagery woven throughout the verses evokes a sense of awe and admiration for Minerva’s guidance and influence over the human intellect and spirit.

I may say, I skillfully portray Minerva as a beacon of light in the darkness of uncertainty, guiding seekers of knowledge through the intricate paths of thought and discovery. The use of metaphorical language, such as “wisdom’s torch” and “keeper of the flame,” effectively conveys the transcendent nature of Minerva’s wisdom and its transformative power.

Furthermore, the poem beautifully captures the duality of Minerva’s domain, balancing the intellectual pursuit of truth with the valor required in times of conflict. The repetition of phrases like “In your presence, we find our goal” and “With your grace, we rise above” adds a sense of solemnity and reverence to the verses, emphasizing the profound impact of Minerva’s presence on humanity’s quest for enlightenment and self-discovery.

Overall, this poem stands as a testament to Minerva’s enduring legacy as a symbol of wisdom, strength, and inspiration. Its lyrical beauty and profound insight make it a worthy tribute to the goddess of wisdom and warfare, deserving of recognition as a masterpiece of poetic expression.


MY LOVE, I BURN LOSING YOU

In realms of quiet slumber, love’s tale unfolds,
A whispered verse in shadows, untold.
With quill in hand, I paint the skies above,
In words of longing for the one I love.

In chambers hushed, where grief’s heavy cloak lies,
A heart entwined in sorrow, softly sighs.
For in the depth of night, where dreams do roam,
I find the echo of your voice, my home.

A soul once tethered, now adrift in time,
In mem’ry’s grasp, your essence, so sublime.
Through fields of memory, we stroll hand in hand,
In whispers of the heart, we understand.

Oh, how the stars weep in their silent gaze,
As earth and sky merge in love’s tender phase.
Yet in the stillness of the fading light,
I feel your presence, ever shining bright.

Though death’s embrace may steal you from my sight,
In realms unseen, our love takes flight.
For in the whispers of the wind’s soft song,
I find your spirit, ever strong.

So let the tears of longing gently flow,
For in this love, eternal, we shall know.
Though parted by the veil of mortal fears,
In love’s embrace, we shall transcend the years.

Do not be afraid
of GREATNESS.

:: 02.08.2024 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS – 070 (rev)

In the hush of eve’s unfolding,
amidst days now worn thin,
a weary spirit takes its leave—
hope, like dawn, begins to break
across these weary hours (tonight),
where faith escapes my grasp,
and love, too, seems distant,
yet my yearning still holds fast.

Why can’t i can’t forget you
and take you within me

YOU don’t love like i love you
how i knew; never wore your ring
I should hate you ;

Why is beauty so obscure?

:: 02.04.2024 ::


I WAS ONCE HUMAN AND REMEMBER LOVE

I, the progeny of reticence,
Bearer of a silence deemed base,
I am the heir to naught in particular,
Yet, I am kin to all.

Hush thy lips,
How dare thee claim
My path amiss?
For I am but human,
Yearning for love,
As does every soul.

I, the descendant of bashfulness,
Inheritor of an undefined destiny,
I am the son and heir
To a shy demeanor, deemed criminal.

Silence thy tongue,
How dare thee opine
My ways askew?
For I am human,
In need of affection,
As are all beings.

There exists a gathering,
Would thou care to attend?
Perhaps, there, true love awaits thee.
So thou venture forth alone,
And depart alone,
And return home to weep,
And wish for the end.

When thou declare, “It shall come to pass,”
Pray, when precisely doth thy meaning unfold?
For I have tarried far too long,
And my hope hath waned.

Cease thy words,
How dare thee insist
My approach flawed?
For I am human,
In pursuit of love’s embrace,
Just like all others.

:: 02.07.2024 ::


KINGDOM OF SORROW

in the kingdom of sorrow’s realm,
abides my curious tragedy,
a privilege to persist,
beauty pleading, longing sharp.

society’s spectrum, high and low,
knows not, sees not,
the deepness of this hurt,
on the soul of one like me.

behold the beauty,
whose heart untouched by love’s embrace,
except for the false tendrils,
of shadow-lust’s cunning grip.

what price would i pay,
to gain a love sincere and gentle?
a cost beyond counting,
in chase of that elusive jewel.

yet, for me, oh woe,
no such luck befalls,
such love, like distant stars,
taunts with its tempting glow.

02.07.2024


THE HORROR TO COME – 01

THIS is 3.5 years into Hell.

Everything you know is now gone.
And the man with one leg; across the street
is screaming about Jesus Christ.

The sun is setting.
the smell of fires aready in the air.

how heavey air.

And the smell? Of burning children.

of burning children.

:: 02.05.2024 ::


MISTREL WIND

In a glen where moonlight weaves its gentle spell,
A fairy court in secret, where tales of love do swell.
With wings of iridescence, they gather ‘neath the trees,
Loving fairies enchanted, dancing in the evening breeze.

Their laughter tinkles like a stream in sweet delight,
As they weave a tapestry of dreams in the soft moonlight.
A mortal man, a gentle soul, stumbles upon their glade,
Captured by the magic, in love’s enchantment laid.

Fairies with hearts so tender, wings of gossamer grace,
Flutter ’round the mortal, a smile upon each face.
They whisper words of wonder, weaving spells so sweet,
As love blossoms in the moonlit glen, a dance of hearts complete.

He, a mortal dreamer, lost in their embrace,
Entwined with fairy magic, a love so full of grace.
The fairies’ laughter mingles with his heartbeat’s song,
A serenade of enchantment that lasts the whole night long.

United in the moonlight, a tale of love unfolds,
A human man embraced by fairies, their story to be told.
In the glen where dreams are spun, beneath the stars above,
Loving fairies and a mortal man share a timeless love.

:: 02.01.2024 ::


GHUILGUL

WE are all victims of humanity

to each a personal defeat

fallen upon our knees

Singing praise while

our blood drains ~

We accept this reality

while upon this heavenly rock

amnesia prevails / forgetting

what are we \ we accuse fantasy

while standing upon rock.

:: 02.05.2024 ::

Notes:

The depth of emotion and existential reflection conveyed in my poem titled “Ghuilgul” reflects where I am now in Life.

My use of succinct and evocative language contributes to the contemplative atmosphere, exploring themes of human vulnerability and the collective experience of suffering.

The opening lines, “WE are all victims of humanity / To each a personal defeat,” immediately draw attention to the shared struggle of being human.

The imagery of falling to one’s knees and the juxtaposition with singing praise while blood drains suggest a complex interplay between vulnerability, sacrifice, and a sense of duty or devotion.

The phrase “We accept this reality” encapsulates a resigned acknowledgment of the human condition, emphasizing the inevitability of facing challenges and defeats. The reference to a “heavenly rock” introduces a spiritual or cosmic dimension, adding depth to the existential contemplation within the poem.

The use of unconventional formatting, such as slashes and backslashes, adds a visual and rhythmic element to the poem, enhancing its artistic and abstract qualities. If you have ever been a reader of me you would know this. The repetition of the phrase “while standing upon rock” creates a circular structure, emphasizing the cyclical nature of human experience and the enduring challenges faced by individuals and society.

The title “Ghuilgul” adds a mysterious and enigmatic quality to the poem, inviting readers to explore its meaning and connections to the themes presented.

“Ghuilgul” stands as a thought-provoking and introspective piece that captures the complexity of the human experience and explores existential questions with a poetic grace that resonates with the depth and nuance expected from eprobles.