Tag: #English-Poetry

Mr Piyush Lokhande

 

A Journey called Life!

 

Darkness of the night sky with diamonds twinkling,

The stars don’t disappear, they keep blazing.

Mystic and supernatural is the aura rendered blissfully,

For the stars whisper the dialect of the unspoken instinctively.

Roaming-about, discovering places and unraveling hidden secrets sounds so intriguing,

All this doubles and triples while embarking.

Travel ain’t just an activity but a part of our very life,

Making one’s mind ain’t as tough as fire and ice.

Soaring high up above the horizons and limits,

Carving a niche amongst the not so infamous.

Diversified food, culture, ethnicity and religion delivers immortal meaning,

For journey is not meant to be traveled but lived without intervening.

Trivial and insightful thoughts have their value in gold,

Being reciprocative of what your dreams are about knows no threshold.

 

© Mr Piyush Lokhande

Mr Piyush Lokhande

 

When the Night Goes Dark!!!

 

(e-abhivyakti welcomes Mr Piyush Lokhande.  Mr Piyush is a brilliant young poet and we present his amazing poem When the Night Goes Dark!!!.) 

 

It feels so lonely and fearful when the night goes dark,
Hear the hounds from the distance while they bark.
Embarking on an unending journey, a traveler starts,
Nocturnals coming out from their shades and the moon’s dim arc.

 

The wanderer wanders amidst the dusk so black,
Seeking and searching the purpose of his very existence
Like a lost duck separated from his trustworthy pack.

 

Haunted and bewildered by the wilderness around,
The poor soul’s eyes lit up sighting a hut by the nearby ground.
Topsy and curvy pavements lead onto a ray of hope,
Only to be obstructed by a dim shadow lurking in a bright night cloak.

 

Shimmy gray eyes of an aged damsel inquire the traveler’s intentions,
Food, thirst and a place to rest gain an instinctive ascension.
Touched by the tourist’s sorry state, queen nods hesitantly,
Warm cup of soup and soft cozy blanket renders the feel pleasantly.

 

Invigorated traveler resumes his exhaustive outing,
Passing the wild forests while the sunlight starts crowding.
Such philosophical and profound this life has been,
Clouding judgment from a damsel to the noblest queen.

 

While one prefers to run away from the darkest of shadows 
The other bathes in the rays of faith and hope that follows.

 

© Mr Piyush Lokhande

Hemant Bawankar

Heart, eyes, and tears

 

(This poem has been cited from my book “The Variegated Life of Emotional Hearts”.)

 

These tears are surprising

which are very close to every heart.

 

There is a strange relationship

amongst heart, tears and eyes.

Even though,

staying away from the heart,

these are close to every heart.

 

By the way

Eyes cry many times in life.

Sometimes they cry in joy.

Sometimes they cry in sorrow.

Sometimes they cry when we are awake.

Sometimes they cry when we are asleep.

 

People Say –

the woman is so sensitive

having a source of tears in her eyes.

 

However,

I had seen him turning away,

and wiping his eyes

at the time of his wife’s adieu.

 

I had seen tears in his eyes

at adieu of

his sister

and daughter too.

 

I had seen tears in his eyes

even when, as a social responsibility

he brought one daughter from another home

with the feeling of adieu of

his sister

and daughter too.

 

I had still seen tears of joy in his eyes

when you had given presence

in your mother’s womb.

 

I had still seen tears of joy in his eyes

when he preached the good stories

when you were in the womb

so you may get lessons of life

to overcome the life’s trap.

 

I had seen tears of helplessness in his eyes

when he found himself constrained

to meet your urgent needs.

 

I had even seen tears in his eyes

when someone could not understand him

when someone could not honour

his feelings

his relationships.

 

I had still seen tears of joy in his eyes

when you moved ahead

to fight with life’s lessons

rejuvenating yourselves.

 

These tears are surprising

which are close to every heart.

 

There is a strange relationship

amongst heart, tears and eyes.

Even though,

staying away from the heart

these are close to every heart.

 

© Hemant Bawankar