( My weirdest poem ! Wrote this one .. some time ago .... )
I have no proof for this event fair to say it might never have been All I have is these few stanzas Conversations with a spirit none have seen.
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( Trying something new here. Exploring 8 places in the world .. a few relevant prose for each . I hope the poem conveys it in the ideal manner.)
New York 9/11
He had promised he wouldn't cry ... His loss much beyond a few tears ... and then the dams break ... as his dearest would never be near ....
His loss as much as yours ... his pain entrenched in our soul ... Our freedom coming at a high price ... yet we steele ourself to pay the toll
Sarajevo ....1992 .. The Bosnian Siege
She cries for her father ... he 'perhaps' would never 'hear' her .... She cries for our help .. we 'perhaps' would never 'listen' to her .
mute spectators we remain .. to the carnage showcasing around .. Our priorities taking preference .. soon .. we adapt to the barbaric sound
Kashmir 2001
You see a cute little face ... her eyes redolent in its innocence ..... I see the same face too ... yet a loss of the same innocence
A vale this pristinely beautiful ... reduced to a bloody haunting grave.. Random massacres to the fore... and the innocents we could not save
Somalia 1992 - The Cockroach wars
You haven't seen her ... not unless you have lived like her ... and you haven't lived like her ... hence you 'will' never see her ...
Tragic creases on her forehead ... she begs the heaven for some solace ... No respite from droughts, famines& guns resignation writ large on her face.
Mumbai 26 /11 Terrorist attacks
Wearing their souls to their heart ... a candle for their fallen comrade ... Not for me ... not for you ... it's a honour reserved for a few
They say he 'could' have lived ... had he opted to think like most of us ... His comrades would argue that he 'lived' ... unlike the rest of us ....
Kabul 2005
To comfort a child in your arms ... the next best thing to one sleeping on your shoulders... To wipe a child's blood on your shoulders ... the next worse thing to one 'lying' in your arms ...
Cambodia : 1975 -- The Great Famine
His 'son of the soil' posture crumbling ... as much as the dirt he sits on ... His gods haven't yet forsaken him ... it's perhaps we .. who have..
Maine ..2007 -- A soldier returns home
She cries hoarse over her grief ... Medals & honours a mere consolation ... The most moved by her grief doesn't move at all ... The rest of us ... have perhaps moved on .
( Trying something new here. Exploring 8 places in the world .. a few relevant prose for each . I hope the poem conveys it in the ideal manner.)
New York 9/11
He had promised he wouldn't cry ... His loss much beyond a few tears ... and then the dams break ... as his dearest would never be near ....
His loss as much as yours ... his pain entrenched in our soul ... Our freedom coming at a high price ... yet we steele ourself to pay the toll
Sarajevo ....1992 .. The Bosnian Siege
She cries for her father ... he 'perhaps' would never 'hear' her .... She cries for our help .. we 'perhaps' would never 'listen' to her .
mute spectators we remain .. to the carnage showcasing around .. Our priorities taking preference .. soon .. we adapt to the barbaric sound
Kashmir 2001
You see a cute little face ... her eyes redolent in its innocence ..... I see the same face too ... yet a loss of the same innocence
A vale this pristinely beautiful ... reduced to a bloody haunting grave.. Random massacres to the fore... and the innocents we could not save
Somalia 1992 - The Cockroach wars
You haven't seen her ... not unless you have lived like her ... and you haven't lived like her ... hence you 'will' never see her ...
Tragic creases on her forehead ... she begs the heaven for some solace ... No respite from droughts, famines& guns resignation writ large on her face.
Mumbai 26 /11 Terrorist attacks
Wearing their souls to their heart ... a candle for their fallen comrade ... Not for me ... not for you ... it's a honour reserved for a few
They say he 'could' have lived ... had he opted to think like most of us ... His comrades would argue that he 'lived' ... unlike the rest of us ....
Kabul 2005
To comfort a child in your arms ... the next best thing to one sleeping on your shoulders... To wipe a child's blood on your shoulders ... the next worse thing to one 'lying' in your arms ...
Cambodia : 1975 -- The Great Famine
His 'son of the soil' posture crumbling ... as much as the dirt he sits on ... His gods haven't yet forsaken him ... it's perhaps we .. who have..
Maine ..2007 -- A soldier returns home
She cries hoarse over her grief ... Medals & honours a mere consolation ... The most moved by her grief doesn't move at all ... The rest of us ... have perhaps moved on .
Her eyes tell me that she can make it ... The doctor's tone tends to disagree .. ... I stand silent, a few feet away ... ... the wedding ring, luster-less on my finger
Those X-rays .. their images utterly bleak... confirming the worst ..of that which we may not speak
She's nothing but bones & a bald head .. .. Her beauty much more underneath ... She then slowly whispers my name ... 'I have made peace, my love ... do the same'
My eyes only on her, my lovely lady on the bed ..... My heart sinking in despair .. those final words she said... I fight furiously with her ...for me & our kids ... She smiles & nods .. tears streaming down her face ...
My words seem desperate, so do any promise that I make ... The selling of all my property .. or extra shifts I intend to take.
I spend that night with you ..... the darkest hours of my life ..... The morning brings in a conclusion .... the machines eerily silent on my wife.....
It's been 16 years past that fateful night ..... Our beautiful daughter's about to be with her man ... her walk with me to the aisle so graceful ... her face so much like yours .. She misses you very much, I know ... I tried as hard as I could do ...
and then she pauses ... looks at me in the eye. I swear I see you .. her voice , yours .. without doubt ... She embraces me warmly , her words soothen my soul ' You did good, daddy ... Mom would be so proud !!!'
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I am hardly in my twenties ... too early .. perhaps to visit those pearly gates ... I confess ... I did a few bad things ... My sins catching up with my atrocious mistakes
Booze , sex & Drugs ... Life seemed utterlly thrilling .. And here I lie on this bed ... My life .. hardly worth a shilling..
She sits by my side ... the true victim of my disease ... For I would be long gone by then .. her sorrows would hardly cease ..
She cried the other night ... a sight I wouldn't recommend you to witness ... Her tears straight from the heart... her soul long lost its ability to suppress
She tells others .. that I have cancer ... Not for her sake ... but purely for mine .. People's prejudices .. cutting her to the core.. She comforts me bravely .. her heart brought to the fore.
My life gravely outnumbered .. I regret those heady days .. My sole comfort my mother I live purely for her gaze ...
And then that fine morning ..my mother nowhere to be found .. The doctor presses my palms .. the message understood unsaid I am responsible for this .. I know.. My mother .. a victim of my mistakes
I utter a painful eulogy my guilt cutting my soul to shreds There .. lies my dear mother peaceful Her son ... no longer alive . no longer dead
I have no proof for this event
fair to say it might never have been
All I have is these few stanzas
Conversations with a spirit none have seen.
... continued
( Trying something new here. Exploring 8 places in the world .. a few relevant prose for each . I hope the poem conveys it in the ideal manner.)
New York 9/11
He had promised he wouldn't cry ...
His loss much beyond a few tears ...
and then the dams break ...
as his dearest would never be near ....
His loss as much as yours ...
his pain entrenched in our soul ...
Our freedom coming at a high price ...
yet we steele ourself to pay the toll
Sarajevo ....1992 .. The Bosnian Siege
She cries for her father ...
he 'perhaps' would never 'hear' her ....
She cries for our help ..
we 'perhaps' would never 'listen' to her .
mute spectators we remain ..
to the carnage showcasing around ..
Our priorities taking preference ..
soon .. we adapt to the barbaric sound
Kashmir 2001
You see a cute little face ...
her eyes redolent in its innocence .....
I see the same face too ...
yet a loss of the same innocence
A vale this pristinely beautiful ...
reduced to a bloody haunting grave..
Random massacres to the fore...
and the innocents we could not save
Somalia 1992 - The Cockroach wars
You haven't seen her ...
not unless you have lived like her ...
and you haven't lived like her ...
hence you 'will' never see her ...
Tragic creases on her forehead ...
she begs the heaven for some solace ...
No respite from droughts, famines& guns
resignation writ large on her face.
Mumbai 26 /11 Terrorist attacks
Wearing their souls to their heart ...
a candle for their fallen comrade ...
Not for me ... not for you ...
it's a honour reserved for a few
They say he 'could' have lived ...
had he opted to think like most of us ...
His comrades would argue that he 'lived' ...
unlike the rest of us ....
Kabul 2005
To comfort a child in your arms ...
the next best thing to one sleeping on your shoulders...
To wipe a child's blood on your shoulders ...
the next worse thing to one 'lying' in your arms ...
Cambodia : 1975 -- The Great Famine
His 'son of the soil' posture crumbling ...
as much as the dirt he sits on ...
His gods haven't yet forsaken him ...
it's perhaps we .. who have..
Maine ..2007 -- A soldier returns home
She cries hoarse over her grief ...
Medals & honours a mere consolation ...
The most moved by her grief doesn't move at all ...
The rest of us ... have perhaps moved on .
New York 9/11
He had promised he wouldn't cry ...
His loss much beyond a few tears ...
and then the dams break ...
as his dearest would never be near ....
His loss as much as yours ...
his pain entrenched in our soul ...
Our freedom coming at a high price ...
yet we steele ourself to pay the toll
Sarajevo ....1992 .. The Bosnian Siege
She cries for her father ...
he 'perhaps' would never 'hear' her ....
She cries for our help ..
we 'perhaps' would never 'listen' to her .
mute spectators we remain ..
to the carnage showcasing around ..
Our priorities taking preference ..
soon .. we adapt to the barbaric sound
Kashmir 2001
You see a cute little face ...
her eyes redolent in its innocence .....
I see the same face too ...
yet a loss of the same innocence
A vale this pristinely beautiful ...
reduced to a bloody haunting grave..
Random massacres to the fore...
and the innocents we could not save
Somalia 1992 - The Cockroach wars
You haven't seen her ...
not unless you have lived like her ...
and you haven't lived like her ...
hence you 'will' never see her ...
Tragic creases on her forehead ...
she begs the heaven for some solace ...
No respite from droughts, famines& guns
resignation writ large on her face.
Mumbai 26 /11 Terrorist attacks
Wearing their souls to their heart ...
a candle for their fallen comrade ...
Not for me ... not for you ...
it's a honour reserved for a few
They say he 'could' have lived ...
had he opted to think like most of us ...
His comrades would argue that he 'lived' ...
unlike the rest of us ....
Kabul 2005
To comfort a child in your arms ...
the next best thing to one sleeping on your shoulders...
To wipe a child's blood on your shoulders ...
the next worse thing to one 'lying' in your arms ...
Cambodia : 1975 -- The Great Famine
His 'son of the soil' posture crumbling ...
as much as the dirt he sits on ...
His gods haven't yet forsaken him ...
it's perhaps we .. who have..
Maine ..2007 -- A soldier returns home
She cries hoarse over her grief ...
Medals & honours a mere consolation ...
The most moved by her grief doesn't move at all ...
The rest of us ... have perhaps moved on .
The doctor's tone tends to disagree ..
... I stand silent, a few feet away ...
... the wedding ring, luster-less on my finger
Those X-rays .. their images utterly bleak...
confirming the worst ..of that which we may not speak
She's nothing but bones & a bald head .. ..
Her beauty much more underneath ...
She then slowly whispers my name ...
'I have made peace, my love ... do the same'
My eyes only on her, my lovely lady on the bed .....
My heart sinking in despair .. those final words she said...
I fight furiously with her ...for me & our kids ...
She smiles & nods .. tears streaming down her face ...
My words seem desperate, so do any promise that I make ...
The selling of all my property .. or extra shifts I intend to take.
I spend that night with you .....
the darkest hours of my life .....
The morning brings in a conclusion ....
the machines eerily silent on my wife.....
It's been 16 years past that fateful night .....
Our beautiful daughter's about to be with her man ...
her walk with me to the aisle so graceful ... her face so much like yours ..
She misses you very much, I know ... I tried as hard as I could do ...
and then she pauses ... looks at me in the eye.
I swear I see you .. her voice , yours .. without doubt ...
She embraces me warmly , her words soothen my soul
' You did good, daddy ... Mom would be so proud !!!'
revealed a few intimate things ..
That cute little girl by the window ..
... continued
... remnants of an addicted nature ...
An empty bottle by my side ...
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She is but a young thing ...
That lady you see by my side ...
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Inspired by 'Invictus' . Any praise for the poem ought to be credited W.E.Henry .. while all criticism be mine own.
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I am hardly in my twenties ...
too early .. perhaps to visit those pearly gates ...
I confess ... I did a few bad things ...
My sins catching up with my atrocious mistakes
Booze , sex & Drugs ...
Life seemed utterlly thrilling ..
And here I lie on this bed ...
My life .. hardly worth a shilling..
She sits by my side ...
the true victim of my disease ...
For I would be long gone by then ..
her sorrows would hardly cease ..
She cried the other night ...
a sight I wouldn't recommend you to witness ...
Her tears straight from the heart...
her soul long lost its ability to suppress
She tells others .. that I have cancer ...
Not for her sake ... but purely for mine ..
People's prejudices .. cutting her to the core..
She comforts me bravely .. her heart brought to the fore.
My life gravely outnumbered ..
I regret those heady days ..
My sole comfort my mother
I live purely for her gaze ...
And then that fine morning ..my mother nowhere to be found ..
The doctor presses my palms .. the message understood unsaid
I am responsible for this .. I know..
My mother .. a victim of my mistakes
I utter a painful eulogy
my guilt cutting my soul to shreds
There .. lies my dear mother peaceful
Her son ... no longer alive . no longer dead