TRUTH AND BEAUTY

Poetry is the expression of truth,

To reflect clearly in every word of talk

It’s transparency away from uncouth,

As a sign of wisdom in every walk.

Truth is for justice to echo in the court,

In and out, to see the deserving to get,

All due as a right for everyone’s comfort,

As its soul and heart for the sole target.

In the sunshine of truth, poetry glitters,

Truth wins over untruth and injustice,

Despite delay in justice, for sure it shatters,

All darkness, leading to light not to miss.

Truth is beauty, beauty is gaiety, a fact,

Sculptures look beautiful to be delightful,

Coos sound sonorous in the gladdening act,

All that has charms offer smiles is truthful.

The flower excels all with its pretty features:

In kaleidoscopic hues for sumptuous fests,

Fills the heart of a viewer with all raptures,

Inviting butterflies to suck honey as guests.

Poetry encompasses concepts in variety,

Its essence is so powerful for captivation,

Poetry is truth, truth beauty, beauty gaiety,

The supreme art with ultimate expression.

Published: METVERSE MUSE

92ND TO 95TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE: JUNE 2024

POWERS OF THE PAST

                                     In time's traverse, the past flows

                                 Like the flower from the bud to glow

                                   Like the seed from the tree to sow 

                                    Alive in the present it ever grows.

                                     

                                       The past grows in exuberance,         

                                  Like the cheers of love in the bower

                                Like the charms of beauty in the flower

                                   In traverse to spread its fragrance.

 

                                       The past is a store in freshness,

                                Like the cud, chewed in the teeth-grind,

                                   Like the memoirs to linger in mind

                                    It grows in taste for its sweetness.                                  

 

                                        The present enlivens the past,

                                  The undercurrent in flow to the future

                                   Green in sheen in its growing stature

                                        The past is eternity not to last.

 

                                      The future is the past's reflection,

                                    Like the nightingale's song in thrill

                                     Like the skylark's song in joy-fill,  

                                   To shine in kaleidoscopic refraction.

 

                                        The past is not the paradise lost,

                                   The paradise, regained in recollection,

                                    The heaven, rebuilt in reconstruction,

                                        It is the Truth of the living past.

 

                                        Time past, not past, lives forever

                                  Creeps into time present with concern

                                 Peeps into time future in eternal sojourn

                                     To build a co-relation by its power.

Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXLI (31-May-2024)

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LIFE, A SOJOURN

                                           In time's motion, life is a sojourn,

                                            With stations and intermissions,                                               

                                           Starts for halts and halts for starts,

                                             But constant with seeming stops.

 

                                        The traveler may be a tortoise or a hare.

                                           A fish or a bird, a snail, or a snake

                                          It may be on horseback or on wheels,

                                               It is a sojourn with the stages.

 

                                            Born from womb, in mother's care,             

                                                In the lap, to be slow in crawls,                   

                                                 Toddles to run, lisps to speak,

                                                   For sojourns and speeches.                     

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                                             Life, a sojourn, by vehicles in variety,

                                                It goes ahead by a horse or a camel,

                                                By, bicycle, bike, car, bus, or train.

                                                  Life is a sojourn in movement.

                                               Life is a voyage amid the waves,

                                                  Facing the storms and winds

                                                By ships and steamers on water

                                                      For a journey in motion.

 

                                               Life is a flight amid the clouds,

                                                   High in the sky, in the air

                                           So fast in reaching the destination,

                                                     For journey in motion.

                                                     Life is never stationary,

                                           A trip in the air or on water or land

                                                    In motion with emotions,

                                               It is through stages and stations. 

Published: Literary Vibes - Edition CXLI (31-May-2024)