Poetry On Life

Changing times are all true Comparisons odious, mostly, Night and Days will always be there Following each other, but, closely. Grandpa’s tales of England are aplenty Of three month voyages all by sea, Takes a little more than a sneeze now To get to Uruguay is a breeze, see. Great change has been brought about By that which we call Technology, That which makes distances disappear And, helps solve...

Celebrate Life It’s a time to celebrate when it’s time to go For the life lived like a river’s flow, Nothing left behind, legacies ephemeral Whether or not you have anything to show . While we’re here there’s spirit and soul What’s left is nothing but memories, That fade away, gradually, in the mist of time In the form of fireside winter stories. So, let’s learn to leave some smiles behind Nothing...

Duke Ellington and Tom Cruise No connect and that’s the news, People, people, everywhere A million of them, a billion views. Blue skies not always there Mumbling always ain’t a prayer, Live your lives as you will God’s the Creator, He will care, Don’t try dare! Rumble, Jumble, Labyrinth, Maze Much like life, lots of haze, Little black and little white And, otherwise, mostly grays. Run, we do, our...

As the phantom of Dawn reveals itself No longer can we sleep nor dream, O Wanderer, we are like tiny swimmers Those tadpoles in a flowing stream. The ones flowing from snow-capped mountains  Through valleys deep and green,  O’er rock and sand and brambles too  O Nature, how serene. The chorus of the maddening crowds Absent the noisy, boisterous, throngs around,  Surrounded by j...

Let’s put our hearts and minds to work The Election time is over, Some in deep despair Some who think, they’re ”in clover”. This is no time to celebrate Nor mourn your deep losses, O, politicos of all hues Remove the cobwebs and the mosses. People are the ones who grant you power As does God your life, You do not assume miraculous power Because we give you the pen and the knife. You have no more t...

Rise, O Ladies and show us the way We, the faltering, blundering, “Male”,  play Lost in the stupid, lovely, perfect,”macho man” phrase Can think of nothing but lust and power and to hold sway. Weaker than you on every count Brutal, savage, strength apart, We, who look down upon you We, who have a beating but uncaring heart. Be the resplendent light that lights the way Out of the present murky...

The leaf that does, forever, float At the whim and fancy of each wave, Does it ever, I often wonder, Ashok Think of drowning or the need to shout, “save”. I fancy not, O Enquirer For, it simply lives its life, It’s a leaf, it knows, and not a bird Fly it can’t, and so, must play the musical fife. Lying on it’s back, as it were The Sun, the stars, and the shining moon All, in view all the time, The...

Unnerving, the wait From jab to result But, there is no choice So, wait we must. If it’s an “N”,  I’ll dance on the grass, I will  If it’s a “P” I shall dance in my room, If its one or the other but, somewhat out of sync I shall call for a re-test, to despatch the gloom. It’s a tragi- comedy, this wait is Apprehension, has been coined by the Astrologers, Just as, Life and it’s parts and...

In the Tavern one noisy night I began to think if things were right, We look at stars with a fondness in the heart But never on all, do shining stars shed their light. They pick and choose the time of day When to some they show the way And, for those not on that list It’s hope, hope and pray. Can’t blame the stars, for the numbers here Grow faster than do they out there Patience, now a forgotten a...

Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder And, faith within your heart Then, what are you seeking for, outside When it’s all within, from the start. Capabilities, capacities, all within us Endeavour, too, is inherent, Like the different parts of the body Nothing lost, just spent. Peace of mind and happiness All this resides within us, Rant and rave in golden wear, or Happy in tatters and a ramshackl...

With a veil of deep sorrow do I now my heart adorn The shadows lengthening and, sadly, now well- worn, The fabric of life, once resplendent and whole Now, mostly, in tatters and, in places, scratched and torn. The flickering flame of the lamp of life slowly ebbing away Within the heart an anguish at how, silently, Time has flown, (Without a whisper, like the gentle sways of the morning Zephyr) Lit...

When the present, it torments you Go, take refuge in the past, Even though they all say Nothing does forever, last But, do you know where forever is And, are you prepared to wait, By the time things turnaround You might well be too late. Leave it to the Socrates gang The Philosophers of the Universe, Consolation is that and, no more ‘Tis all the same in prose and verse. Remember the little rivulet...

Let your words a melody carry A sweet refrain, as it were Such , that they arrest a Nightingale in flight To perch on the nearest tree And, look within for its inner light To match the likability Of words, turned to Song. Let the winds carry the music afar From the slopes of hills and valleys green, Let your words be wrapped by gentle softness Talismanic, in the extreme, The ripples and gurgles Of...

Patience, ain’t no virtue friends ‘Tis the very essence of life, As we move from breath to breath Hopefully, with little strife. Impatience, is no sin either For, rushing around is natural too, With the Sword of Damocles, overhead What does mortal Man do. Managing Time as best we can Hours, minutes, Nights and Days, Not looking for secrets of Dame Destiny And, what the Book of Life  says. Let...

Wise, the one who tidies up Upon hearing the tolling bell, Packs the bags and closes shop Nothing more to buy nor sell. The trudge back home might weary be Dreary, too, perhaps, but Needs to be made in one piece Not severed, nor faintly cut. Each Day does its Night meet Like lovers, if you will But again, nothing is eternal here It’s all, Until............... And, what about those who listen not W...

In this episode the poet, Ashok Sawhny, reads his poem, "None so blind as won't see." Is there a purpose, a meaning to our existence? The question arises in  and exercises the minds of all of us. Suffering, whether personal or  otherwise, becomes the catalyst for man to go beyond the mundane and  attempt to understand the esoterics of life. Each man is constantly  questioned an...