THE PAST CLINGS EVER

Three tributaries merge at the communion,

As the future-present-past to flow in its pace,

Neither over nor low in its relentless race,

Welcoming all-- big and small to its dominion.

Like the beams together as moonlight

Like the rays to unite as sunlight to glow

It traverses ever with no weariness on brow,

It is time invincible in its unparallel might.

The past clings nonstop to the present as history,

The present follows the future like the shade,

Like the flower in bloom in place of the one to fade.

There is nothing past, it’s a known mystery,

Memoirs in memory are fresh to be lurking,

Like the seed to preserve the tree in its tiny stature,

With the sprout at its heart looking into the future,

With its brand and breed, alive and kicking.

There is no fruit of the future, with no flower,

In the present, with no bud of the past in succession

It is the lovely process inevitable in lively progression,

Time in the motion unstoppable conquers all in power.

Published: METVERSE MUSE

92ND TO 95TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE: JUNE 2024

MIRACLES OF MUSINGS

I wonder how you rise,

I see you seem like ripples in a gleam,

I hear you spring like bubbles in a stream,

All spontaneous like sunrise,

I watch how you fly aloft,

You glide in mind like tides for a mark,

You touch the heart like the notes of a lark,

All soothing like the petal soft.

You glow in kaleidoscopic views,

You glisten like butterflies in delight,

You glitter like fireflies in darkened light,

All gorgeous like morning dues,

You are the treasures of fragrance,

To fascinate me like the scent of flowers

As ripe fruits you have tactile pleasures,

To open taste-buts as the source of freelance.

You are the address for sonority,

Like the notes in the throats of cuckoos

My all senses enjoy them full in glues,

All melodious for exquisite gaiety.

You are birds for your free flight,

You rise like newborn leaves in bowers,

You flow like the fountain to be rivers,

Miraculous musings into poems might.

Published: METVERSE MUSE

92ND TO 95TH QUADRUPLE ISSUE: JUNE 2024

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