Poems on "Life stages"

Teacher and Life

a poem by

Pankaj Kumar

I am very astonished
By the way life came in
Taking the test of my patience
Then providing the lesson

And I have come to Know
That how merciful were my teacher
Punishing only when I fail
A lesson given much before

Inspite of getting life pressure
It’s better to obey teacher.

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The truth, proof and dreams

a poem by

Vijaynath

We live in the present
Neither we can rewind nor
fast forward the past or present
We simply live in the present

Present become past and future
change into present to be past
and the past is the truth and present the proof
We just live in the present

Hopes, expectations and plans
ambitions, dreams and imaginations
and anticipation are surreal
We plainly live in the present

The future is a dream and beyond
our control, yet we believe it
to be true and real
We really live in the present

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The Sublimity of Life

a poem by

Bolloju Baba

The first cloud that skims along
The last whiff of summer breeze
Leaves an impression of verdurous kiss
On earth’s parching lips.

The cold wind that comes riding
Over the last drop of rain
Passes off… blessing each body
With an encounter of warmth.

The Summer born
In the ultimate moments of Winter
Recedes throwing a fistful of jasmines on adults
And a chestful of memories to children.

Novelty of life and the tapering of death
Shall always fine tune
The music of Life.

Love always
Enlivens the passages of Life
With its fragrances.

What a sublime life it is
When we humbly subject to Time or Love
And surrender our Being and our Existence!!!

(Bolloju Baba – Translated from Telugu by Sri. N.S. Murthy)

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Circularity of Life

a poem by

Vidya Kudva

Moving from a big city
Escaping the banality
The bellicosity and brutality
Wanted some normality
Tired of perpendicularity
Settled in rurality.
Missing my connectivity
Party activity and affinity;
Met a personality
Who offered nuptiality.
Hoping for sincerity,
Security and stability.
Thrown by reality,
Demanding conformity
He shun eccentricity.
Needing congeniality
Agreed with serenity
Realized with fatuity,
He mistook equanimity
For timidity and docility
People lacking density
Attacked my credibility.
Surprised by depravity
Immorality and disparity,
When faced with duplicity
Shrugged off tranquility
Fought off with tenacity
Oh, where is humanity!
Losing my sanity
Took me an eternity
Claimed my identity.
Staked a solidarity
With sisters in totality
Bond with toxicity
Or Hanging in adversity
We live with audacity
Enjoying spontaneity
Work for prosperity
Demand equality.

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Catechize

a poem by

Rohit Verma

Nostalgic by choice
Looking back on vista of ‘Rising Sun’
Life was verdant
Love sacrosanct
Unable to win in scrimmage-
Between soul and mind
Sanguinary battle
Heart wins – as always
Feigning happiness
Inordinate passion insatiable-
Grows with time
Raison D’etre not in sight
Resurge to requite-
But eon tempest stretches
Decimated by regnant passion
Fantasizing what could never be born!
But must you ostracize
From pallid culture
The self imposed shackles-
Must break
And fly you
To the boundless sky
To mark your love
On marble of time.

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Crossroads

a poem by

Maryse Saldanha

Here I am now at the crossroad of life
Eager and anxious, what be in store for me?
I now leave behind all familiar terrain
Lay ahead new hope and unknown deep
Which way do I go? Am I on the right track?
Bright avenues before which lay a rocky path
None can walk through with me, so be I alone
Fear in my heart good faith in my soul

Someone offers a hand for me to hold on
Surprised I ask, “Where do you come from?”
He smiles at me, gently leads me on
“I’m here to walk with you till its time to move on”
“Why me?” I ask, “Why here and now?”
“Is there an answer?” he asks, I know there is not
“Let’s walk together until the sun goes down”
In agreement I follow silent we move on

What will be know not I, where the path leads I’ll go
What if the sun don’t shine? I can’t stop here I know
The path will reveal itself in sweet time I will know
I hold on to the hand and let the story unfold

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An Infinite Self Portrait

a poem by

Jayati

Ok, you are, so am I, yes ok.
Face is the index of mind.
Real in-depth portrayed.
Supplementary-
Make up not
Accompanying-

Do need tell more?
Everybody is somebody
Does ever be any nobody?
More or less, never
Ever so!
Topography

Express
Physiognomy
To know nevertheless
Who is who worthy or worthless?
Bio data accounts for numerous balances!
Periods wipe traces of epoch legendary, time races.
Why do wonder to feel self in all and all linked to all in embraces?
Clever, dull, object, subject, time cement animate inanimate installs.

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At the Tsunami Hour

a poem by

Purushothama Rao R

No other option ahead
Feel free to abide
It is the GOD that makes this act
Let us keep ashore only with tact
Lest forget not we are drowned
In the cyclonic tsunami hounding a sound
With no other option FORGING AHEAD to mould
After all we are all just humans to talk ABOUT freely aloud

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A Capsule of life

a poem by

Aastha

Uncalled for was the anger, that led me to destruction
Unannounced was my reaction, when I could not find the reason

Sliced was my state of mind, black to white; left to right
Safe was my decision, from prejudice and everyone’s evil eye

Amazing was the high, of doing the things that I do
Alarming was the damage, endless trouble that I got myself into

Baseless were my reasons, justifications and decisions to reach the end
But what remained from the ashes were my unperturbed dreams

Wondering were my eyes and my thoughts when my fruits were still raw
Wonderful is my arrogance, and perfect is my decision to fall

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Helplessness

a poem by

Devi Nangrani

The mind is in turmoil at its helplessness
The soul struggling against its helplessness
Deepening the sadness of the rebellious heart.

Worldly we inspect ourselves
We are the defendants and the judges.
The self-judgment falsifies defeat and victory.

It is a helpless surrender,
We resign to our fates at one hand.
The law that governs us,
Rules helplessly at the other hand.

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Together someday…

a poem by

Angadh Singh

You flow in the ganges divine,
washing the sins of the holy.
I reside in a sinners wine,
and cause this world endless misery.
Though we exist in different worlds all together
we were destined to find each other,
and live together forever…

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Rule the Hearts

a poem by

Devi Nangrani

Rule the hearts
Not the humans.
We are not warriors
To fight and conquer.
We are peace makers
To live and let live.
We are educators
But still incompetent
We still have to learn
To live
And let live.
To Love
And not hate.
To learn
And not Teach.
Learn from the child in the cradle
As he is our past
And we his future.
Let’s bring the freshness of breeze in our breaths
Let’s bring the colors of flowers in our attitudes
Let’s wipe a tear of the sorrowful eye in silence
Let’s learn to be givers
As we are still educators.

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Who was Who

a poem by

Paramesh C R

I slumbered deep
Lie in wait
Holding my eulogy
I presume
I was dead
I could not tell
Day or hours
Where I was
When I was
Or who I was
Somebody
That I knew
Who
I was.

I guess
I was alive
Words unspoken
Between Me Dead
And Me Alive
Blissfully though
Never knew
Who was who.

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Life

a poem by

Anantha

Cry.
Lie.
Nappy.
Happy.

Stumble.
Mumble.
Walk.
Talk.

LKG.
UKG.
Fables.
Tables.

Toys.
Boys.
Laces.
Braces.

Grammar.
Stammer.
Fiction.
Diction.

Sums.
Chums.
Dates.
Hates.

Action.
Reaction.
History.
Mystery.

Graded.
Jaded.
Fail.
Wail.

Dad.
Mad.
Mom.
Calm.

Realization.
Specialization.
Ability.
Mobility.

Hired.
Desired.
Baby.
Maybe.

Married.
Harried.
Swift.
Drift.

Chore.
Bore.
Work.
Shirk.

Think.
Drink.
Switch.
Itch.

Smoke.
Joke.
Settle.
Kettle.

Plan.
Clan.
Fame.
Name.

Nourish.
Flourish.
Save.
Gave.

Tired.
Retired.
Cold.
Old.

Fever.
Griever.
Strained.
Pained.

Huff.
Puff.
Sigh.
Die.

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A Make Believe World

a poem by

Siddharth

Besieged in thick brick walls,
Protected from the sun, sand and wind,

I am away from reality.

Detached from the real people, real lives,
I live in a make believe world.

Where people, their situations and problems…
Everything is mere case-fact,
To be dealt with the learned tact.

I fit them in frameworks and models, apply concepts and theories,
Then analyse the concoction,
Under controlled temperature and humidity*,
I dish out solutions.

O My… what have I become?
Is this what I’ll do for the days to come?

In a few days, these walls will set me free,
In a few days, don’t know where I will be,

Will I live to sell few more packs of soap or
Few more litres of pesticide,
Or will I do something larger than life?
The question remains to decide…

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*of air-conditioned classrooms

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