As the strings plucked forth
resonate with the irrepressible emotion
As an orchestra in unison, of immense worth
resonates with an unbridled mellow notion;
the notes, high and low, merry and sad
resonate with our minds and hearts
leaving us lighter and glad
like an unstoppable river these notes flow
nay, there is a dam to stop
bold, ever ebullient, they glow
every drop, every emotion, every feeling
seen, hidden and perceived
the turns and bends, the falls
the rise, the inevitable surmise
the decline, the inevitable demise
giving voice to every sentiment
can only breed more resentment
but, then suppressing them all
is an exercise that fails to enthrall
every beat, every flutter of the heart
in tune to the rhapsody that tears it apart
the drums, they resonate forth so loudly
in the depths, we reflect on these thoughts so proudly
of child prodigies and geniuses
whatever their strengths, their weaknesses
their vast talents, their sharp acumen
lest we forget, for even they were once human
flaws and fallacies, truths told and lies belied
they had their share and more
from heavens they peer down
only to find their symphonies resonating to the fore
filling minds, mending hearts, healing souls
was this not the intended purpose
was this not the hidden meaning
if so, indeed they have served well
and will in the hearts and minds dwell
for as long as there are the hills and seas
for as long as there are stars
there shall always abound
symphony, cacophony and sound.
© Dr S. N. Bhagirath 2015
The radiance of a sun beam
the warmth of the morning ray
the endless rush of the glistening stream
what do they all want to say
sometimes they whisper,
sometimes they roar
ever so softly, ever so gently
those eternal truths
that we must remember ever so fervently.
What can be more truthful than truth
perhaps a lie bespoken with glee
pieces bitten off the forbidden fruit
to run, to hide, to flee
guilt, it seems, is remorseless
ever watchful, ever scathing
without mercy, without kindness
like a bewitched bee
A flowing stream, flows forth unhindered
rustle, its bustle, ever so comforting
calms us, puts us at peace,
of thoughts, emotions, feelings
must they not stream forth unhindered
must they not be comforted
conscious thoughts, sub conscious ones
mingle, as one, never as two
the mind, it seems is the stream that streams forth from you
Death is not the problem, Life is
Joyful are the oblivious,
Joyful are the dead
As they watch us from the heavens above
Funerals, they are for the living
To grieve, to give or to retrieve Life
The maker who createth us all
to the one who taketh all
Again, I say, Death is not the problem, Life is
Love, eternal, Love, sublime
Gleaming jewels in the chest
glistening forth from the rest
Everything to nothing in Time
Of suppressed thoughts and hidden remembrances,
Of raging rage, of uncontrollable passion
blinding light that illuminates us
Where does it emanate from.?
Of hidden chasms deep, stories belied
Of untold tales, many lie
blinding light that illuminates us
Where does it emanate from..?
The precipice beckons now,
The chasm looks inviting,
The abyss is warm,
The Darkness light,
The Cries mellow
The Songs so yellow
Must I plunge or Must I not.?
That indeed is the question, for which I have no answers Got.
© 2015
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Dr S. N. Bhagirath
Droplets of Joy
trickling down from the heavens
Gods, they must be smiling
happy or sad at our incredulity
as we look up for salvation
nearing are we to damnation
Are our prayers heard..?
every single syllable and word
every emotion bitter, every act of hostility
an act of utter futility
must we not laugh at ourselves
with a wee bit more humility..?
From the moment of birth till we die
we must act, react or aside lie
are we to choose our destiny
or are we destined to choose
Is choice a reality or a mirage
Do these words come forth because they ought to
or have they always existed, only to be found
to be discovered, to be remembered
because in the end letters, like words
like life itself cant escape being dismembered
dust to dust, ashes to ashes
droplets of joy indeed
the trickle is now a downpour
Gods, I see, really are smiling down on me.
©Dr S. N. Bhagirath (2015)
Must we ponder
ever shall we wonder,
equations of semblance
bearing absolutely no resemblance,
to the truths eternal
for lies that were told
for the lies that were sold.!
Hierarchy of castles,
castles built in air,
dreamt of in dreams
bursting with wealth at the seams,
all but a mirage
vanishing away with graying old age.!
Clinging to annoitments
embracing title after title,
yearning for glory
all as glass, just as brittle,
bracing for the long march
while forgetting the first steps,
left behind are the worthy ones
must we not tread in their forgotten footsteps.!
The wind, the breeze, the sun
bathe us, our skin, our minds
day after day, night after night
lest we forget the ethereal permanence
lest we forget our own bloody impermanence,
petty battles and mere trifles
of storms in tea-cups,
immortality was not ours to keep
to think such, meant to be in a muddle very deep,
when time itself flies, for it is short lived
who are we in our trivialities to be long lived.!
Ego, Ego, Ego
Here We Go,
To Where must We Go,
To be Gone must be So,
To be damned must be a No No,
We trust & Mistrust as all Do,
And Yet We Hope,
in Every Friend or Foe,
Salvation at Hand, it seems So
For the Rich, For the Poor,
For Every one and No one,
For High, For Low,
the Seeds that We sow,
We shall only reap what we sow,
For all else was not ours to begin with
We only yearned and yearned,
Never did we really earn..!
To renounce
must we really announce,
to all, to the World
To renounce
We must only Pronounce,
Those words, that shall absolve us of Ego
That I, That We, are no more important than sand weighing a mere Ounce.!
© Dr S. N. Bhagirath (2015)
