#my-book-of-poetry — Public Fediverse posts

Hitherto Unblogged Poems from My Latest Book “The Seeking Soul” — https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0G4KCHV3W

The Corridor of Uncertainty

My buddy AV Satish Chandra
Now retired as prof of pol sci
From OU, tired as he already was
With the politics there
(Sigh, the gap, always a gap,
Between theory and practice)
Said to me more than a decade ago
With a humility that scholars have
He is ok to be walking
In the “corridor of uncertainty”
And with him then I would not agree
Hurts to agree most of the time
You may not have it all figured out
Now that I am older and wiser
I am inclined to tip my hat to him
And say, “Spoken like Socrates, chum”.

(AV Satish Chandra’s author page on Amazon — https://www.amazon.in/stores/author/B07TBWHH59)

The Search

I searched for God

But settled

For the girl next door

Who knows what I found

And what I did not.

What I See

Standing in the balcony

As it drizzles

I stretch out my hands

To feel the rain droplets

On my fingers

I see across the street

Two children playing with paper boats

And in front of the yonder house

I see a brand new hearse.

The Winter

It’s freezing

Leaves are all gone

I stand bare, half-smiling,

Knowing

Spring, too, will come

And trouble me

This year-round rigmarole.

She

She smiled

I smiled back

Without knowing

Why she smiled.

The Restraint

The lottery we never buy

Can haunt us for a lifetime.

The Truth That I Seek

I can never find

The truth that I seek

Assume I find it

How can I tell

It is the truth.

The Ultimate Paradox of Life

I keep saying

“I do not want to exist”

Yet how could I have said it

If I had never been born.

Does She Love Me?

I wanted to ask her

“Do you love me?”

Then let it go

I who was not sure

What love was.

Transience

The leaf on the tree

wonders

Which wind

Will separate them both.

The Flow

It started raining

And I got all confused

Which was my tear drop

And which the rain drop.

Hitherto Unblogged Poems from My Latest Book “The Seeking Soul” — https://www.amazon.in/dp/B0G4KCHV3W

The Corridor of Uncertainty

My buddy AV Satish Chandra
Now retired as prof of pol sci
From OU, tired as he already was
With the politics there
(Sigh, the gap, always a gap,
Between theory and practice)
Said to me more than a decade ago
With a humility that scholars have
He is ok to be walking
In the “corridor of uncertainty”
And with him then I would not agree
Hurts to agree most of the time
You may not have it all figured out
Now that I am older and wiser
I am inclined to tip my hat to him
And say, “Spoken like Socrates, chum”.

(AV Satish Chandra’s author page on Amazon — https://www.amazon.in/stores/author/B07TBWHH59)

The Search

I searched for God

But settled

For the girl next door

Who knows what I found

And what I did not.

What I See

Standing in the balcony

As it drizzles

I stretch out my hands

To feel the rain droplets

On my fingers

I see across the street

Two children playing with paper boats

And in front of the yonder house

I see a brand new hearse.

The Winter

It’s freezing

Leaves are all gone

I stand bare, half-smiling,

Knowing

Spring, too, will come

And trouble me

This year-round rigmarole.

She

She smiled

I smiled back

Without knowing

Why she smiled.

The Restraint

The lottery we never buy

Can haunt us for a lifetime.

The Truth That I Seek

I can never find

The truth that I seek

Assume I find it

How can I tell

It is the truth.

The Ultimate Paradox of Life

I keep saying

“I do not want to exist”

Yet how could I have said it

If I had never been born.

Does She Love Me?

I wanted to ask her

“Do you love me?”

Then let it go

I who was not sure

What love was.

Transience

The leaf on the tree

wonders

Which wind

Will separate them both.

The Flow

It started raining

And I got all confused

Which was my tear drop

And which the rain drop.