Poems by Kasim Master

The Face

a poem by Kasim Master

Last evening, quite
Unexpectedly, I found
A face in front of me,
A face, which years
Ago, meant the world
To me!

And there it was,
That very same visage,
As young seeming, though
Years have passed,
Since last beheld,
The very same, a
Little crinkled
May be, but just
As lovely, as it
Was then, even now!

I saw that look again
The very same,
that used in the
Bygone days,
To raptures create,
A desire, to gaze
Forever that
Countenance, and carry
It in the mind
And heart, ever and anon.

I saw that person again,
That had that face,
That had that look,
And I felt those feelings
Same, as I felt then,
Of being unfulfilled
Just as left out,
As it was then,
So I found it to be now!

Oh! Why did I see
That face, that look?
But it had to be,
And so it was!
And now, I carry
That memory, which I
Had lost in the shambles
of the past,
refreshed, as of yesterday,
and the treasure once buried
now surfaces, to entice,
but never ever to possess!

I Saw…

a poem by Kasim Master

A vision came to life,
a memory stepped out
Of the past, and walked into
the present, and all that
I had laid to rest,
revived in a flash,
and I became young again!

It’s a trick of fate,
to confront you,
with an object or person
in memory buried,
and wash away all
the efforts made, to
have it lost in the past!

The love that I had
for this person, unrequited
remained. And forlorn
I had buried it deep
in the well of the past,
and went on with life.

Somewhere, deep there
remained, however,
a sense of loss,
dulled with time,
yet with a sense
that there was something
unfulfilled, distant,
like a painting or poem
which you see or read,
and find something missing;
so with my life-
A sense of incompleteness!

And then, last evening
a vision came to life,
a memory stepped out
of the past, and
I was young again, the
flood gates opened, and
my life took a tumble,
would I be the same again?

To be mad is to be Free

a poem by Kasim Master

I saw beauty last evening,
I saw a mad woman, last evening,
I looked in the face of lunacy
and I found beauty there!

She stood alone but all content,
and stared at all, who passed her by,
I saw them smirk, who looked at her,
and found her laughing back at them.

There was a smile all over her,
that garbed her in splendour rare,
though she was dressed in tattered rags,
and unwashed perhaps for days!

And as I too, alone, passed her by,
I heard her laughter, and saw her smile,
and the look of mockery on others’ faces,
and wondered which of us was mad?
Those who live an ordered life, so called,
and thereby thought to be sane!
or the ones, like this woman,
who roam so free
and laugh at all, who push them away?

Oblivious of whom she impressed and how;
uncaring of who saw her in her tattered form,
undaunted, by what others said and mocked,
content with herself, enough to laugh at all!

I saw beauty last evening in life’s joke,
where it made the mad free
and got the careworn and fettered souls
to mock at them, because they were insane!

And the thought stuck in my mind,
‘to be mad is to be free’ it said,
and I wondered how free I was?
and what it would take, for me to be ‘free’?

On Seeing a Work of Art…

a poem by Kasim Master

The hand that carved, has left a touch
of melancholy there,
But graced in splendour such,
you’re wont to halt and stare.

Caught as a vision in a moment rare
beauty glowing in all its form
veiled in modesty, but yet so bare
full of peace in midst of storm.

Man’s quest for love, led him to freeze
his desire, in marble forever,
the tempest that grew from such a breeze,
made immortal his vain endeavour.

The mind that conceived this beauty – born –
this captured thought a glow,
this masterpiece, made to nature scorn,
that it itself was struck with awe!

His goal then, mute before him here
waiting, for his breath, to live!
he begged of all: he has cause to fear
his love to him to give.

So full of warmth, she bides, very near,
trapped in his art divine –
while he rages, for the life, he holds so dear
and knows – he will only pine!

For the trick of fate is to give us men
a gift, a will to create
the loveliest forms – and leave them then
sans life, sans love.inanimate!!!

What if…

a poem by Kasim Master

What if, I wasn’t born?
What if, I had lived
this life, differently?

What if, I had taken
another route in
the journey down
the years?

What if, I had not
lived to this age?

What if, I was not
wed to the present
circumstance?

What if, life had
given me a
partner, different
from the one,
I have today?

What if, the
great love of my life
in the formative years
was indeed my mate?

What if, at the
autumn years,
I had remained
as myself, and
not let slip into
a love, I couldn’t avoid?

What if, the event
whose pleasure
has fled, and
consequences remain,
had not taken place?

What if, today
I can tread
a road, not strewn
with memories, and
as a new man?

What if, I had
not taken the path
of least resistance
and gone looking
for some substitute
to fill the vacant
spaces in my life?

What if, I had
taken the step-
difficult – but whose
difficulty would
have gone,
and rewards remained?

What if, I could
forsake the see-saw
thoughts in my mind
and learn to control
their flow, and be
at peace with myself?

What if, I could
rise above the torment
of the memories
of that deprivation,
and surrender the bondage
to that attachment,
and gain tranquillity?

What if, I had
cared for what
I had, and not gone
hankering after,
some forbidden fruit,
whose taste still lingers
but no longer as
savoured treat, but
as a bitter after taste?
What if, my attitude
had not been born
out of my perceptions, and
from thinking subjectively,
but fashioned
out of objective thinking?

What if, the feeling
of bitterness in
my mind, was
replaced, and a
sense of peace
was to take its place?

What if, the mind
was rid of its
wants and needs
and a soothing tranquillity
was to take its place?
What if, my actions,
were not mere
reactions to events,
occurring by rot,
but the consequence
of reasoned behaviour?
What if, memories
didn’t come to haunt,
but that the past
faded, and remained so,
[just as days
come and go –
and never return],
why should remembrances
of things past be a
burden on the mind?

What if, I clear
the debris of the past
from my mind,
and start a new
saga, from the start?

What if, I can control
my emotions, and let
them not run amok,
and plan my actions
through reason, and
not through the heart,
keeping at the same
time, depth and warmth,
in all that I do?
What if, I am alone,
that cannot deter
my being fulfilled;
loneliness can hurt
only when, it affects you
and you feel lonely
thereby, but never,
if you are happy
with yourself!

What if, at times I am
depressed, with the
weight of ugly
thoughts that beset
the mind, I shall
overcome; and
bounce back, for if
I can live with myself,
there is no one,
whose presence or
absence, can make me feel
depressed or alone!

What if, at times
I crave for company
and feel the wont
of some friend,
I shall abide!
What if, spectres
from the past
spring surprises,
when unbidden you
come across an
item, of their
exploits, what’s to
be fazed about?
When once something’s
gone,
it remains gone,
and should thus remain!
what lies in ruminating –
what should have been?

What if, what if…
so many what ifs;
one could go on questioning;
it’s time such questions
are set to rest!
And a life commenced
with a faith and a trust
in oneself, to make
the best of it!

Petals of Waste

a poem by Kasim Master

Two children slept,
arm in arm,
fly swept in repose,
their faces calm.
Two flowers plucked
from a wanton womb,
and buried here,
in this worldly tomb.

Infants twain,
Abandoned- alone,
laid to waste,
whose sins to atone?
Petals discarded
from the human race, who,
their origin is to trace?

Mankind slept
among passing feet,
oblivious in sleep,
their fate to cheat,
and humanity,
who couldn’t care
passed them by,
the dreaming pair.

And so it is:
each to him his own;
many a child thus,
has come and gone,
conceived in abandon
or in vile!
An alien sparkle brief-
a life time to while!

To Mother…

a poem by Kasim Master

I made a brief halt
In my journey through time
In this place,
called ‘earth’!

I took a form,
not normal, you see;
and to conceal my true self
I spoke nary a word.

I came here – to you
to learn, of this thing:
they said was ‘humanity’!
So let me see, I said,
what life on earth
is likely to be?

With not a wince –
you took to me,
and gave me all you had;
my siblings, there were
and they got you too;
but I was special, I felt,
for you and for me.

And daily I saw
how much of you,
you spent just for me;
hope you had,
a faith surely
to make me equal
to all the other children
on this place,
called – earth!

l never saw you tired,
though fatigued,
you must be;
Never wavering
in your faith –
difficult, though
I got to be!

And I saw and felt
and gloried and learnt
of that word – ‘mother’
And the full force
of what, on earth,
it was meant to convey.

And you gave, and gave
more, and harried
others too,
to have your faith
rub off, on them.

I loved this feeling
of being wanted
despite my form
and I tarried,
ere I left this
abode of snug feelings!

I came to test
and stayed to want
this thing, they call – love
and above that- care!
I came to know
what it’s to give
and ask nought in return,
and I came to know
the meaning of
the expression – Mother!

I couldn’t tarry
any longer here,
my journey is long,
and everything is
pre-ordained,
I got to like
whatever I got,
But I had to
leave all that and go!

As I said, I
came to see, what
life on earth
was likely to be
and to learn of humanity;
I found the meaning
of life in you,
and that motherhood
is humanity!

And so, wherever now
I go you’ll be with me;
wherever you be
I’ll be there;
the earth is, what
you were to me;
and the universe resides
in the meaning
you taught me –
of MOTHER!

To ‘Mother’ – Ode by a retarded child to his mothe

a poem by Kasim Master

I made a brief halt
In my journey through time
In this place,
called ‘earth’!

I took a form,
not normal, you see;
and to conceal my true self
I spoke nary a word.

I came here – to you
to learn, of this thing:
they said was ‘humanity’!
So let me see, I said,
what life on earth
is likely to be?

With not a wince –
you took to me,
and gave me all you had;
my siblings, there were
and they got you too;
but I was special, I felt,
for you and for me.

And daily I saw
how much of you,
you spent just for me;
hope you had,
a faith surely
to make me equal
to all the other children
on this place,
called – earth!

l never saw you tired,
though fatigued,
you must be;
Never wavering
in your faith –
difficult, though
I got to be!

And I saw and felt
and gloried and learnt
of that word – ‘mother’
And the full force
of what, on earth,
it was meant to convey.

And you gave, and gave
more, and harried
others too,
to have your faith
rub off, on them.

I loved this feeling
of being wanted
despite my form
and I tarried,
ere I left this
abode of snug feelings!

I came to test
and stayed to want
this thing, they call – love
and above that- care!
I came to know
what it’s to give
and ask nought in return,
and I came to know
the meaning of
the expression – Mother!

I couldn’t tarry
any longer here,
my journey is long,
and everything is
pre-ordained,
I got to like
whatever I got,
But I had to
leave all that and go!

As I said, I
came to see, what
life on earth
was likely to be
and to learn of humanity;
I found the meaning
of life in you,
and that motherhood
is humanity!

And so, wherever now
I go you’ll be with me;
wherever you be
I’ll be there;
the earth is, what
you were to me;
and the universe resides
in the meaning
you taught me –
of MOTHER!

To ‘Mother’ (Ode by a retarded child to his mother

a poem by Kasim Master

I made a brief halt
In my journey through time
In this place,
called ‘earth’!

I took a form,
not normal, you see;
and to conceal my true self
I spoke nary a word.

I came here – to you
to learn, of this thing:
they said was ‘humanity’!
So let me see, I said,
what life on earth
is likely to be?

With not a wince –
you took to me,
and gave me all you had;
my siblings, there were
and they got you too;
but I was special, I felt,
for you and for me.

And daily I saw
how much of you,
you spent just for me;
hope you had,
a faith surely
to make me equal
to all the other children
on this place,
called – earth!

l never saw you tired,
though fatigued,
you must be;
Never wavering
in your faith –
difficult, though
I got to be!

And I saw and felt
and gloried and learnt
of that word – ‘mother’
And the full force
of what, on earth,
it was meant to convey.

And you gave, and gave
more, and harried
others too,
to have your faith
rub off, on them.

I loved this feeling
of being wanted
despite my form
and I tarried,
ere I left this
abode of snug feelings!

I came to test
and stayed to want
this thing, they call – love
and above that- care!
I came to know
what it’s to give
and ask nought in return,
and I came to know
the meaning of
the expression – Mother!

I couldn’t tarry
any longer here,
my journey is long,
and everything is
pre-ordained,
I got to like
whatever I got,
But I had to
leave all that and go!

As I said, I
came to see, what
life on earth
was likely to be
and to learn of humanity;
I found the meaning
of life in you,
and that motherhood
is humanity!

And so, wherever now
I go you’ll be with me;
wherever you be
I’ll be there;
the earth is, what
you were to me;
and the universe resides
in the meaning
you taught me –
of MOTHER!

Au-Revoir – Springflower

a poem by Kasim Master

Reaching the autumn
of my life;
dreading the winter onset:
Today I watched,
the last spring flower
of my life, wither away!
And that little bit
of haven where
my life had docked –
became lost to me!

Au Revoir, my lovely flower –
who gladdened me –
whose aroma – the glow,
was for long the mainstay
of my journey into the years!
Whose cheery morning bloom
the tint, the hue – infused
some sense of purpose, into
the doldrums – that were the days!

The flower now is blown,
The spring at last has gone
So adieu, to those times now past.
Other seasons too bring
their own garbs, their joys,
For life to go on, but ah that spring!
Where the spring flower bloomed!