Poems on Guha - Series 4
Updated: May 18
February 29th, 2016
TALKING TO YOU IS MY PRAYER
Talking to you is my prayer
Hearing you is the response to my prayer
Seeing you is the gift beyond my prayer
Meeting you….well no words for that!
If this is madness and delusion
Then how sweet it is!
I could spend the rest of my life
Immersed in this!
Feeling immense gratitude
For this unexpected gift
Life may be harsh but every once in a while
It hands you a reason to make you smile!
March 2nd, 2016
SWEET AS HONEY
There is something just so sweet about you
Like some absolutely irresistible dessert
The mind is just mesmerized by the image of you
Making it harder and harder to pull away from it
And focus on the things at hand
That seemingly needs to get done
Strangely enough though somehow
Things get accomplished
Although I care not how they get done
They seem to get done better than before
Must be their good fortune that it gets done that way
Left to me, it would have been a disaster all the way
So much for intellect, knowledge, talent and wealth
On which mankind seems to want to hang their every breath
One dip into this magnificent honey pot
Little will there be care whether there is any breath or not!
March 28th, 2016
AFTER THE SEARING HEAT & BURN
After the searing heat and burn -
Comes this free floating feeling
Where my feet don’t touch the ground
And the head feels fluffier than the clouds
Feel untouched by anything and anyone around
Riding a tremendous high without the hangover after
Lost to the world, lost to myself
A beautiful radiance envelops
Coating everything in view in a shimmering light
Feels like I walked into a land of make-believe
Except for once I feel that I actually left the world of make-believe
I know not if this is the mirage after a long day in dry heat
Or an oasis providing reprieve to quench my parched throat
Whatever its name is, I care not
Willing I am to soak in this incredibly beautiful world
A soothing balm to my burnt out insides
Soon the shimmering light envelops me within
Erasing the thin barrier that separates
Until I can’t tell the difference between within and out!
April 7th, 2016
G had shut off his phone for three days and it felt as if my life energy had drained out of me. This poem was written as an expression of extreme pain and sorrow.
Why this deafening silence?
Seems like everything has come to a grinding halt
Although life seems to move along at its own merry pace
For me everything seems to have come to a standstill
I try to engage myself
In the dull and dreary activities
Trying to busy myself
Hoping to numb the ache in my heart
What is this fascination?
For something that claims to not be there
Maybe it is not there for itself
But for me it means my whole existence
Nothing seems worth living for
Nothing seems worth yearning for
When the light of my life
Chooses to withdraw itself.
Is this what people call love?
Is this what people call sweet yearning?
For me it just seems like unending torture
I will gladly give it all up
---To just hear something, anything ---
April 21st, 2016
It seems like I can:
Never tire of hearing your voice
Never tire of seeing your face
Never tire of reaching out to you
Never tire of thinking of you
Never tire of wanting to be with you
Never tire of dreaming of you
I can never tire of any of these things
Because life seems to supply me with unending energy
To look at and enjoy its finest work!
I am just a passerby that stumbled on to this
I almost missed it, in my ignorance
But life was kind and nudged my attention gently but firmly
And redirected me your way!
If this isn’t a stroke of good fortune, what else can it be?
To take an ordinary person like me
And infuse me with so much verve
Not even sure what the right word is, for I know of none.
Whatever that unknown word maybe, one thing I do know
Every part of my being is just driven to be with you!
April 21st, 2016
MY FUNCTIONAL REALITY
I am just crazily in love with you
so deeply enmeshed with you am I
and my subconscious.
What you do
or don’t do
affects my psyche
and also affects my being
generates tremendous reactions
pushes and pulls
clenches and unclenches
tugs and pressures
searing heat and burns
pain and pleasure…
I find myself
completely at the mercy
of Mother Nature
and her whims.
I can’t take any credit
for exhibiting any
sense of surrender.
I find that when
I don’t give in
I am ruthlessly
tossed and turned
like the ocean waves
crashing into a
To avoid this
at all costs
I do the best I can
occasionally I might
have to swallow
a bitter pill
but it’s a small price
I bide my time
with pretended patience
as you prick and prod
my ego with
a surgeon’s precision.
Although I know that
it is all for my good
for that much
trust I have in you
but boy it hurts and wounds
although never leaving
a scar behind.
Then comes the
heavenly balm like
music that soothes the soul
lightening me forever
until the next
Mesmerized am I
like a moth to a flame
with each go-around
I am drawn closer to the fire.
You caution me
to stay away
You warn me
of my impending loss.
But has the moth ever
listened to the flame?
This is my
April 25th, 2016
Like a jewel in a blue sky
Earth sprouting a riot of colors
Each vying for attention one more than the other
Birds chirping and tweeting
Probably bursting with some energy
Everything seems perfect
Like some poetry in motion.
Why is it then?
That something just seems amiss to me
Instead of feeling fluid with nature
I just feel like some discordant note.
It can’t be because you are not with me
Because you actually fill every blank space for me
Maybe there is still that barrier
That separates you from me.
Can’t even see that barrier to surmount
So filled are my eyes with you
Occasional tears do get in the way though
But I am helpless to stem their flow.
Everything seems so fragile
Like a gentle breath that blows away
All the delicate seeds of a dried dandelion flower
That shimmer luminously on a sunny day as they spread afar.
Maybe this discordant note is also waiting,
To be blown away by a gentle breath.
Doesn’t matter where it lands or if it lands
For now it is in the hands of nature!