Mihir Jaiswal's Blog, page 7

My Poems are Blooming

Yesterday I was a duckling, waiting to fly
Not a care in the world, sometimes I’d cry
Yesterday I was advised, convinced, taught
I waited to advise, order, and being told not
Yesterday I was familiar with sights and sound
I feared change of not having them around
Yesterday I was dependent, had to contain
I dreamed of being unchained, simple and plain

Yesterday I had dear friends, loves, and tribe
I yearned to lose some, keep some in the ride
Yesterday I was happy, I was sad, I was hopeful
I was distraught, I was helpless, ready to rule
Yesterday I wanted something, I expected few
I predicted a lot and I feared many things new
The day I was waiting yearning, hoping is today
Predicting, fearing, dreaming yesterday is today
Beyond imagination, predictions, expectations
Today is unique making them vivid evocations
I miss yesterday, I hate yesterday, I want yesterday
I write a poem wrapping all emotions about yesterday
Today is here, yesterday is gone, tomorrow is looming
I am a poet, wrapping all emotions my poems are blooming

That’s the Shape of my Silence!

Silence hung suspended great void splendor throne
Chanting sun god leaped daughter moon elk bone
Silver garden Silence swift flew unerring whether
Roving lost spirits guardian memorize my tether
Hear softness beauty summit rhythm sea speaks
Faintness dew strength fire taste goes away creeks

Born prairie python SILence vivid wind below tree
Hunted rio plight rail mud volcano beetles no free
Nature blessings mine kneel camp shine beneath
Temple guard lose war customs pine own zenith
Vision June SILEnce tornado race songs December
Snow bugs infection famine boundary gun remember
Waste country slush joyful walking rainbow mankind
Colors suffering family pleasing harmony sky rewind
SILENce afraid hearing universe spiritual soul safety
SILENCe tracks deep language SILENCE culture hefty
Silence scream vent talk convince argue explain silence
More expansive than words, that’s the shape of my silence!

To Line or not To Line

A dot, a line, a plane, shapes, boundaries and variables
Geometry is fun, nightmare for the one who stumbles
A dot with limitless dimensions, a line with one
A plane with two, with four the space is won
Lines dissect, lines bisect, lines divide, lines create
Lines go beyond geometry, in life, lines are innate

Lines dissect, lines bisect, lines divide, lines create
Opinion, needs, dependency, support, let’s debate
Assorted chemicals in the brain, emotional drain
Someone to talk with, share some joy and pain
Whom to trust, whom to ignore, whom to avoid
Depend or not to depend, how to feel life’s void
Where to draw the line, be lonely or express
Social animal’s dilemma, which line can address
Let the line draw itself to bisect, dissect, or divide
Let go of the control and just enjoy the ride
Depend on yourself or rely on companions
Be lonely, or skeptic, trust and win a medallion

Advise Me Once More!

Advise me!
For first few years, I did not dare
After that, I considered it your care
Few more years, love was in the air
Your advices were always there

Advise me again!
I was annoyed when they were everywhere
After that I trained myself not to care
Unsolicited they created warfare
Your unwanted advices were nightmare
Advise me now!
Later, I ignored them and avoided fanfare
After that we grew older in Delaware
With you, I enjoyed my rocking chair
Your advices were still not rare
Advise me once more!
I am asking for your love and care
Your advices are wanted I swear
No advice to live without your stare
Without your advices, I am bare

What is Truth?

Truth is not there to prove reality. Not to prove right or not to prove wrong.
It is just there. It is the ultimate means of aggression. It is there to shock.
Truth of the moment. Truth of the place. Truth of the perspective or truth of the era.
What is the truest of the truth? Which truth is to be liked and which to be hated?
Is the shock value a measure of the truth? Are there degrees in truths?
The Sun shines every day. What about eclipse? What would the Nunamiut accept?

Do you measure the truth? Do you prove the truth? Do you simply accept it?
Can one separate truth from the reality? Can one decipher truth from the observation?
How has acceptance become the truth? That is the political truth.
How has observation become the truth? That is the visible truth.
How has present become the truth? That is the momentous truth.
How has evidence become the truth? That is the default truth.
How has feeling become the truth? That is the perceived truth.
Where is the absolute truth? Is irrefutable is the absolute truth? That is the default truth.
You truth is different from my truth. Their truth is different from our truth.
Let us not impose truths on one another. Let us not lies to convince one another of truths.
Shock only defines the impact of the truth and not the truth itself.
Let us search the truth for self. Searching truth for others is war. Searching truth for self is the truest peace.

In the Home of My Dreams

Hours become days, days become years,
In the home of my dreams
I will cherish my fears, cheers and tears

An antique bookshelf with dusty books
In the home of my dreams
I will read so that I won’t be like schnooks

Familiar face, complete trust, comfortable love
In the home of my dreams
I will live with a beloved, gentle as a dove

Small, cozy, well-lit, no empty spaces to stare at
In the home of my dreams
I will beautify with antiques, conducive to a chat

Trees in the front yard, a garden in the back yard
In the home of my dreams
I will welcome flowers, fruits, birds with regard

Blankets on sofa, blankets on bed, blankets everywhere
In the home of my dreams
I will cuddle, stay warm, and breathe fresh morning air

A porch, a balcony, a roof protecting the walls
In the home of my dreams
I will enjoy every autumn until the last leaf falls

A City of Pits Tests My Wits

Outside my house a dig to find treasures of Maharajas
Excavations by my office to discover the legend of elcajas
Archeological surveys are in overdrive to prove their might
A ditch here, a trench there, pits everywhere look left or right

They might find riches of pharaohs around the bus station
Next to my favorite Mexican restaurant some gold to ration
‘Tis the city full of excavations, expeditions are rampant
The race against the time, competitions to become triumphant
Layers of geological wonders and paleontological evidences
How much can you find in a city full of unchecked arrogances?
Can’t drive anywhere without jumping over a billion bumps
Can’t walk anywhere where I don’t have to go over a hump
Stop digging holes, putting metal plates, testing our sanity
The obstacle course is too tough for us to have any vanity
The mystery in unsolved, the motivation entirely unknown
Why they keep digging making every street a hazardous zone

The Distance I Have Traveled

Millions of miles away, a humongous boulder like ours
I will be the first man, to reach the mars in a few hours
Traveling for years, training for more, inside this box
The distance I have traveled to prove it’s not a hoax
Run like a Cheetah, fly like a bird, swim like a fish
Science and technology has fulfilled our every wish
Dumping my wealth for the advancement of science
Science was the humanity’s success in my conscience

Oh! The distance I have traveled to prove it’s not a hoax
I was a human, I sat under trees, I listened to my folks
Salmons swam in the river, birds flew above our heads
There were no Cheetahs, deers ran through flowerbeds
Science brought us cures, but the health eluded us
With all the physical comfort, satisfaction is real sus
What distance should I travel to become human again
I am a bird, a meteorite, a scientist, but a human in vain

I will Love Again

Faint heart never won fair maiden!
With fear and insecurities I was laden
Falling for you head over heels
I faced up to my fears, it feels
The pattern of everyday looking in a mirror
Sparkles in my eyes when I thought of you dear
I was a woman braver than a bevy of philes
I poured my heart out with smile in piles

The pattern I developed was of trust
Never thought our relationship would rust
From kissing at 7000 ft to pattern of halves
At the height of it, we were two happy calves
Half truth, half promises, half were the returns
Your pattern of halves were full of spurns
You exposed every little fallacy of my existence
Expecting your patterns would not go distance
I am swimming the river of my tears
You made me realize all my fears
I will fight and overcome them without a complain
Notwithstanding this setback, I will love again

Be Gentle and Love Me

Be gentle and love me
Be gentle like writing a poem
Be gentle like caring for a plant
Anguish, anger, melancholy, nostalgia
Expressed in verses of poems
Not as shout, cry, tantrum, lounging
But gently taking care of emotions
Love me like I am a poem

Shower your love but express your anger
Make me part of your nostalgia
Let me be a comfort in your anguish
Be gentle like I am your poem
Water a plant everyday
Tend to it, talk to it, care for it
And it will be a lifelong companion
Love me like I am a plant
Care for me, nurture me
And we will grow together
Touch me but be gentle
Caress me but be gentle
Cuddle me but be gentle
Kiss me but be gentle
Scold me but be gentle
Admonish me but be gentle
Be gentle like I am your plant