Poetic Heights and Depths

Poetic Heights and Depths

Poetry is mighty and majestic

Unequalled in magnitude

Unrivalled in multitude

For its imagination is fantastic

Poetry is vibrant in vision

Unlike science and mathematics

With limitations and boundaries

With nothing more, nothing less,

Like the apple flown high falls to the ground

Like (a+b)2 is a2 +b2 +2ab

To be noted in the spectrum of a line.

Poetry is a sojourn in the present

Touching the past and the future

To be eternal into the flow eternal

In the fountain of minds

As seen through the telescope of imagination

Poetry is the art born in mind

To be appealing to the heart

Like sunrays, beams and twinkles

It is the lens to visualise

Mountain heights and ocean depths

A huge mansion to handle in the vacuum

It lights two hemispheres with its rays

At a time, in a fraction of time

It is a free bird to fly spree

All over the world sans VISA

Breaking all walls built by man.

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)

Unseen is Mysterious

Unseen is Mysterious

Seen is wonderful

Unseen is mysterious

One is minute

The other is majestic

One is microcosm

The other is macrocosm

In stature and in measure

Beyond conjecture

Unseen to the physical eye

Like the sprout inside the seed

When sown, it turns into the tree

For its miracles of selfless service

Like the bud, all to hide

The beautiful flower at its heart

With all spectacular charms

of hidden treasures,

It is the spirit of creation,

It is not the colour to echo its melody,

It is not the melody to decide its colour,

The creation hides the butterfly

Its charms and grace

In its rugged caterpillar

Like the beauty of a poem

To dawn from musings

It is the amazing reality

Its creation knows

It is the Beauty that reflects

The Truth of creation.

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)

River’s Autobiography

River’s Autobiography

I am all and wholesome,

Starting from the blue

As small and tiny in nature,

But majestic and mighty in stature

For my journey winsome.

As the sign of unison,

United to leap forth to the deep

From highs to lows

From the head to the foot

As raindrops in communion, showered

When clouds delivered,

Amid sparks and lightnings

Amid roars and thunders

For the flow of my life from wombs,

Battering all over the tops,

Flowing through glaciers.

Sunrays pass through my dot mien

Offering the pretty rainbow,

My choicest gift for the joy of viewers.

I feel pride for my ride lively

In my constant flow lovely,

Bubbling and gurgling,

Full in might, full in life

I flow ...I flow

With glow on my brow,

Twinkling with stars in nights

Shining with the sunrays in days.

My flow is ceaseless in bliss

Selfless in service,

Relentlessly quenching the thirsts

Of parched throats of lands

Offering the breath to creatures,

Seeds sown and hidden

I deck them all in green

For life to shine in life-sheen.

It is my pristine and primary duty

In my long autobiography in enormity,

The course of my flow, invincible in force

From ups to downs

With twists and turns.

The pebbles, purling pearls at my bottom,

Know that I travel sans weariness.

I live ever in my flow to echo

In boatmen’s songs,

Letting sailors sail on my flow.

I glimpse all gazing me in love,

Offering prayers in devotion,

I offer them free gifts for life.

With me, they love to make a parley

I care for all, leaving nobody

It is my relation and concern,

Minding my sole sojourn.

I reach my mighty mother-ocean

As a foetus at her heart

To be born for my flow ever,

the present to merge the past

To live in the future,

The eternity of my journey.

Published: Poetcrit 39.2 (July - December 2026)