My assignments for this class.
I am really excited about this class and looking forward to completing it successfully.|
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|Having a sleepless night happened
to be a boon for me as
I could serve a sole testimony
to the wondrous beauty of the pitch-dark sky.
Trees enveloped in a black canopy,
stand a mute spectator to my emotions.
I can feel the leaves whispering to me.
The boughs hang down, in
order to fondle me with their loving arms.
Houses look like ghostly buildings;
Which hold tales of endless horror
perhaps, and never cease to contain
all of life's secret conundrums.
The deserted road seems to enjoy
moments of calm and repose.
The honking cars continue to
disturb it's tranquility sometimes.
I gaze with awe at these
sentinels of night as they instill
in me a poetic urge
to write this oeuvre today.
|While loafing about in my padded chair,
I often flip through the pages of a book.
I love reading and get lost in the
vast world of myriad characters and protagonists.
I cry with them; I laugh with them.
My heart empathizes with their joy and pain.
I often forget my own identity and
drown in a make-believe world of dreams.
I sway in the turbulent sea of emotions,
sometimes with happiness; at times with sorrow.
I try in vain to grab the fleeting images
of my favorite characters; their legacy goes on.
|The only vitality in this
moribund life comes from You.
I wish I could grovel at your
Holy Feet and pour all my sins,
For you to wash away with your
Umpteen tears of divine compassion.
I wish I could lie in your Holy
Lap and summon your Holy Grace forever.
Like the hibiscus flower which sweeps
Your Holy Feet, I want a salvation.
I want a liberation from the worldly
desires that fetter me incessantly.
I am groping for a speck of
light, a ray of hope in this
pit of abysmal darkness that
seem to drown me with it's grisly beck.
|The phantoms of her past continue
To haunt her and wreck her life fully.
She tries hard to expel the spooks of her
Mind but they mangle her again and again.
She cowers in terror of the ghastly images
That run across the canvas of her psyche.
She often experiences hallucinations,
And tries in vain to grab her fleeting thoughts.
She fails to live in her present as
Her brain is preoccupied by the demons
Which like heavy blizzards in winter,
Continue to wreak havoc on the turf of her soul.
|I wish you had loved me the same way,
I live in your hope each passing day.
Roses in my garden have withered,
Your disguise has made me feel battered.
I know that you will never return.
In your heart, my love had a sojourn.
To think that for you I am unfit,
Which I am unable to admit.
I do not wish to sink in distress,
Agree that, you, I cannot possess.
|I still cannot wake up
from that disaster
in my life when I lost
my soulmate, my mother forever.
It is an ill-starred event
that I cannot forgo, rather
I love to exhume the last
vestiges of her presence in my soul.
I feel her love throbbing
in my veins, coursing through
my whole body today but
will feel the same in future.
It is not that I am excavating
memories of her existence, now considered flimsy;
but it is her utmost heady love potion
that I am actually drunk by.
I just wrote a poem titled 'happiness'. Hope you like it.
As I loaf about on this padded chair
I think about all the unpleasant things in my life,
I think of those evil days, how my own very existence was endangered.
I think of that past and now I heave a sigh of relief.
‘Happiness is acceptance’-has anyone said to you?
‘Happiness is the only well-being nurturing among all the living beings’
‘Happiness is the only key to a sacred and halcyon life.’
The past robbed me completely but I have in store
No heaps of qualms or residues of misdeeds.
That will bring tons of misgivings of a sorry life in future
And will wrack and torment me totally and completely.
I now can smile with overabundance and laugh heartily
I now do not beg for the alms of sheer happiness.
Every atom of my blood pulses with happiness now.
Every atom of my soul coos like a dove now.
Every atom of my body moves gracefully now.
Every atom of my mind thinks blissfully now.
I pulsate with the bounty and mere mirth in everything.
I don’t grouch nor grumble for anything or kind.
I don’t or rather never hesitate to appreciate that
Inevitable beauty in everything of which once I so
Desired ,and the one which had eluded me completely.