Poetry is the only breath of my life in the world;
I feel not free due to the constraint of time;
Time, the primordial fossil still controls all;
But to overcome this precious thief is a challenge of my life.
No tricks can thwart time’s tick,
Which tracks the Space whether Stars come or go
And takes account of all the things in all the tenses
As truly, sincerely and incisively as an invincible spirit.
Bad time, good time and no time
Fate, fortune and death,
These, the life of man time gives;
But if man wisely handles, wins all the way.
The race between man and time is proverbial;
With mind only man wins or loses against time;
But mind, waves and time ever move in the same way
In a non-stop excitement manner over any matter.
Neither successful nor deadlocked I sail smooth so far;
Intellectually more knowledge have I gained than before;
Being non-committal I free myself in spirit naturally often
To overcome my pangs of unfulfillment for the better.
The subjugation of the mind by any force cannot change
The attitude or aptitude of the author from his natural inclination;
The body can be subjected to any sort of merciless subjugation
But the will of the poet will never budge from its resolution.
Everything tried to fail me but not my poetry,
Which all the tricks of time can’t stop altogether;
My sustained efforts now and then never got blocked,
But the outlet for my output ever remained closed.
That is the great challenge of my life;
But the free flow of my poetry never ceased to be impotent.
Are they a mere growth of weeds on acres of papers?
No, some soul would know the value of this pearl one day.
Like the sea waves the mind vibrates in uncertainty
In quest of some positive response from the hearing world,
Whose ears, deafened by the blaring sounds of bands and bugles,
Cannot hear the silent music of the noble heart.
Poets write for recognition but not for rejection;
They pour out their heart in the poems pure
For the men of the world to appreciate one day
The man, the heart and the human sense in the words rare.
Painstaking efforts does each letter plead to the publisher
Just to see unacceptance after a long, long wait?
Ideas good and great they express in words for the world
To understand, enjoy and appreciate the priceless treasures!
Is poem like any other product produced for profit?
Poems are the myriad expressions of the human mind.
That explores the unknown through the known words
Transcending human limitations to the limit of the Universe!
The voyage the poets undertake to discover consciously,
Sub-consciously and super-consciously also the Ultimate One,
The reality, the truth, the end of all man knows not so far,
For which, the waves, the mind and the time work non-stop!
My curiosity led me to undertake this venture;
The discoveries I express nobody seems to care;
This is the greatest all time challenge of my life,
Which I would love to face sincerely and really!