Whispers of the Uncompromising Soul( My Poetic Work)

S.H.Virk · #1 Saturday, July 12, 2008

Salam to everyone....
Sharing the Whispers of my Soul to Self protected for the last three years...
Comments,analogies,Contradictions and above all Criticism wud be welcomed.

Hope u DO NOT QUIT reading poetry afterwards

I

I am like a person
Who has lost his address,
And can't return to his home,
Nor can he forget it….

S.H.Virk · #2 Saturday, July 12, 2008

Broken Pieces

I have tried to collect the broken pieces

of shabby bangles, once bright,
and make it a Kaleidoscope.
I am a poor sticker;
distortions and manipulations
won't lend colour to the dusty, dirty pieces;
they fall apart soon,
braving all my ill-efforts,
my vain hopes;
they don't listen to me,
though I too don't let them go...
I treasure them, the worthless pieces,

striving vainly,

to give them an artificial sense of unity,
and myself an air of sanity....

Nonchalant · #3 Sunday, July 13, 2008

@Hiader bhai

Great work!!!!

the first poem is simple...yet very expressive

the second is superb....

thnx for sharing...

Last Island · #4 Sunday, July 13, 2008

Quote:

Originally Posted by S.H.Virk

Salam to everyone....

I

I am like a person
Who has lost his address,
And can't return to his home,
Nor can he forget it….

W Assalam

Goya ..... "Nagri nagri phira musafir, ghar ka rasta bhool gya"

A very short but expressive poem saying so much in a very small space.

Quote:

Hope u DO NOT QUIT reading poetry afterwards

Not really. Will try to find the address now.

Ye living lamps, by whose dear light
The nightingale does sit so late,
And studying all the summer night,
Her matchless songs does meditate;

Ye county comets, that portend
No war nor prince’s funeral,
Shining unto no higher end
Than to presage the grass’s fall;

Ye glow-worms, whose officious flame
To wand’ring mowers shows the way,
That in the night have lost their aim,
And after foolish fires do stray;

Your courteous lights in vain you waste,
Since Juliana here is come,
For she my mind hath so displac’d
That I shall never find my home.

S.H.Virk · #5 Sunday, July 13, 2008

Meetings

From London to Dubai
to the National Assembly,
we hold meetings,
and talk, discuss and analyse.

Excellent rhetoric,
lavish phrases,
rich costumes,
we paint perhaps, the most exquisite pictures in the world.

Portray scenes and situations,
dismal, hopeless and alarming.
Exhibit our grave concern
for the national integrity, reinstatement of judges,poverty,energy crisis....

We twist our faces,
and for once shed our paralytic indifference,
get agitated and excited,
rail and bewail...

Blame everybody except ourselves,
and then pounce upon the
long-awaited
lavish tea, snacks, sweets and....

The meeting over---
we shrug our shoulders,
shake off the unbearable burden;
twist the corners of our lips
and bear the insinuating smile.

We anticipate:
nothing can be altered.
But why?
( The answers are many,
but involve
thought-process
and
action---
and both are beyond us)
But why?
WELL, WE SHALL HOLD ANOTHER MEETING.

S.H.Virk · #6 Tuesday, July 15, 2008

Fused Bulb

Since you left me last
in the lonely lane,
against the dark and drooping sky,
I have been a fused bulb....

Desperate for light,
I have groped within,
but found naught.
To revive it back to life,
I have softly stirred it;
I have violently shaken it;
but to no avail.
The disjoined wires,
repugnant at my seeming meanness,
moving in commotion,
coaxed me to buy a new one.

You know, I am of the old order !
Maybe, I succeed.
But I know,
lasting it will never be.
Any moment the connection would be cut
plunging me deep into the abysses of darkness....

.

S.H.Virk · #7 Friday, August 01, 2008

It is a Difficult Heart

" Let me not peep
into the caves of my mind
and disturb the placid calm of the world"---
the decision has worked well.
The roar
you sometimes hear
is nothing but habitual protest
of the aging consciousness,
buried under various layers
of sophisticated commitments.
Oh, it is harmless.

But I am still afraid of
my leaky, unprofessional heart,
( even the ECG couldn't diagnose the instability)
cares and craves---
oh, my God !
it is a difficult heart.
The old, powerful, foolish notions,
it still pumps them into the stream,
and everyday there is a possibility of a volcanic eruption,
and then I will be doomed:
I am really fed up with this bloody heart....

S.H.Virk · #8 Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Loneliness, friend to the friendless...

Crouching in the dark, lonely corners,
Gazing at the clinking fans,
Or peeling plaster,
Peeping through the shabby holes of time,
I force on her my nostalgic titbits,
My promising childhood and youthful follies,
A long list of my companions:
Lost to the gust winds
Sweeping away every sane straw,
my maddening passions and dreams,
starry achievements and ambitions,
moony ideals and painful promises,
vain hopes and foolish illusions,
the flowering, the fruition, the frustration…
the aches, the agony, the anguish…

On my long walks too,
I show her the trees I love,
The flowers that fascinate me,
The clouds, the stars, the moon that move with me.
She listens intently,
revels my reveries;
at times encourages me, consoles me,
always her winsome, soothing smile….

Everybody had passed by…
When I found none
Between me and the black horizon,
In utter desperation,
I invited ‘her’ one day,
And she has stayed faithful….

Sureshlasi · #9 Friday, August 08, 2008

Hey dude !!!

I always like your eclectic collection of psyche inspiring poetries. They directly touches the beats of heart (taking the breath off). so please keep sharing....

In the grey dawn I lie within my bed
Still as a frozen lake that pats no more
With murmurous delight the o'erhanging shore,
Yet grim thoughts heave obscurely in my head;
For curtains I have earthen walls, and lead
Is colder than the woollen garb I wore--
But oh! that heart of mine is still as sore
As when I did not know that I was dead.
I knew her (O my Life!) and she was fair,
And gave her beauty to the hills and sea,
The wonder of her voice to leaf and wave.
The brown earth lies between us; does she care
That since she cast the first dull clod on me
My lonely heart is aching in the grave?

S.H.Virk · #10 Thursday, August 14, 2008

The Mousetrap....

He watched with interest
the mouse
in the mousetrap.

It was struggling hard:
moving violently,
thrusting at the sides,
and gnawing at the wires
with its sharp, tiny teeth.
Attempting the impossible:
to cut the wires and get out.

He admired but laughed.
It was a raw mouse, perhaps.

The struggle inside the trap
lasted quite a while,
but it died out
gradually....
It gave in to the
inevitable;
and He felt bad.

As he opened the trap,
it didn't jump to its freedom,
as he had expected;
rather,
it sat in the corner of the trap,
perhaps loving it better than the freedom,
or the possibility of another struggle,
safe and secure in the niche;
He had to force it out,
the poor creature,
the tamed mouse.

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