The Bullets of Sorrow
The lethal bullets of sorrow
Aim at our rosy morrows,
By the cruel devilish FATE,
Push the men through sadness gate.
Cruel death is a helping mate,
Eager to share his blood -filled plate.
The bullet targets our jobs,
Pellet pierces our hopes.
The shrapnel shatters our ties,
The smoke smothers our sighs.
Battered love cries, and dashed dream sobs,
And lo! frail heart quivers to cope.
Some sheds tear dry, some sheds wet,
Blaming tight-lipped heavenly gate.
Some hides their pain in joyous muse,
Some reveals it in word obtuse.
No one is immune to attacks,
Save men trudging on divine tracks.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
01/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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My Cross
I too was nailed to a cross of sorrow,
Bore the pain that can singe marrow.
With a frail armor of witticism,
I braved the arrows of criticism
and a sharp lance of cynicism.
While traversing through
raging bushfire of jeers
I survived on thorny cactus
of insults and assuaged thirst
with my blood tinged tears.
With loneliness as a sole mate,
I slept on a thorny bed of hostile fate
and swallowed a sea of causeless hate.
While resting on scalding
volcanic recesses,
My bleeding feet surmounted
a steep Pyrrhic success.
But now,
Threaten me not
Oh! earthly mortal,
Who drinketh earthly water
For I sippeth heavenly nectar.
Baptized by divine fire
Touched by heavenly sire:
Immune to rejection
Immune to dejection.
Back off, lay off, stay off
Give up your puerile thoughts
Threaten me not, Threaten me not!
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
19/03/2009
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A Faithful Lover
He alone struts with swagger fine,
To tame alike, humans and kine.
He breathes with us, with us he dines,
The cupbearer of life’s wine.
He feeds us all - the beings of clay,
As people raise chickens for prey.
We play in his gape, love in his lap,
Unaware of his bewitching trap.
He relishes our cries and sighs
While lurking in passionless skies.
He is the solid truth here
His shadows are kin and peers.
He is death, our faithful lover
Who leads us to peace bricked bower.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
21/04/2009
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Singing Sorrowful Song
Why hearts all sing sorrowful ditties,
Why nightmares torment dreams pretty,
Why sorrow revels in fate’s kitty,
Why sorrow humbles joy’s uppity,
Why sorrow questions joy’s sanity,
Why sorrow encroach joy’s city,
Why sorrow disrobes nubile pity,
Why hearts all sing sorrowful ditties.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
04/01/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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A Mansion of Love
Love was agape
And earth too began to shake
When they saw divine and his lover
in a secret soul’s bower
hugging in adoration’s lap
During blushing daybreak
they surreptitiously escaped
to roam on
love drawn map
on Venus landscapes
Wherein flows, love kissed lakes
tickled by devotion’s sheldrakes
The mansion
adored by the ruby’s swastika
bedecked by diamond’s obelisks:
Wherein incandescent chandeliers,
tease by romantic breeze
sings the songs of divine bliss
They retired in love’s mansion,
built ever for joyous occasion,
Where jewels of balconies
embraces the palaces,
perching on rosy colonies
They merge in each other
till their breath stopped to labor.
At last, their love for each other ceased
For super soul and soul merged
seamlessly without crease!
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
13/02/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Ode to Karate
He practiced karate with verve
And suddenly sharp pain shot through his nerve
And his heart started to rejoice
Hearing his beloved God’s voice
Saying that he delighted in him the most
For he used the muscle
Which’s function was lost.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
03/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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A Train of Stress
The rats’ adept in a rat race
Buy the tickets from a shrink,
And board a train of mental stress,
Hurriedly in a wink.
The ticket checker is death
Keeping tab on passenger’s breath.
They board in a hurry
And munch the fast foods of worry:
To reach a cemetery of success-
Which treats all with its
deadly gaze
The train driven by a crazy driver ego
Loves to keep greedy rats on their toes:
While rushing on a track of woes
It crushes alike, friends and foes.
Some jump on glitzy stations
And befriend fat diabetes and
Melancholic passions.
Some alight on illnesses' stop
And are destined to
Slip on life's slopes.
But some wise ones- known as
Crackpots- luckily win jackpots
They choose to alight at sylvan place
Solely relying on God’s grace.
They stay in a mansion of health
Store peace and bliss as a wealth.
They sleep with longevity-
An ever youthful mate-
And accompany her through
heavenly gate.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
04/04/2009
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Soap
you wish i were true
to every word i wrote in my poems
like sadness
that i must be sad when my poems
talk about sadness
like separation and disgust and pain
that i must suffer
with the poems i write that i must have despair
and pain too
and disgust
for every word of disgust written in every word
in every line
how cruel of you
how cruel of truth
how can i justify my death when i speak only of death
and in the very poem
where i write the word
death
there is soap
there is this box of untruths in pandora and when i open it
they must spread and you may refuse to believe
me again
but it would be very cruel of you
to make these poems
all these poems be my life my only life
and lived
and day by day lived in accordance with the
mouths of these poems
empathy
is the word, it is like i am putting my feet in another person's
shoes
then i write, and i could have written about this word: happiness
joy, bliss
ecstasy, light, and amazing glory
i choose not to,
i think, i have too much of it, and i do not share it for now
there is no necessity
and i cannot really help
with so much loneliness and sadness out there
with them i stretch my hands to hold them and feel them
and they all become
myself. it is not soap then, and there are no bubbles in the skies
there is no child playing amazed by the bubbles that burst and by the
bubbles that
are so abundant.
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The Swan Song of a Falling Leaf
Now I am rocked in the air
By the winds of death and despair
Rushing to the burial ground
Whereon wait the ash-strewn mounds.
Not long ago I was a budding leaf
Sipping the wind of joy sans grief
I would laugh at yellow chaps
Greeted their fall with thunderous claps.
Hallucinating that I and pyramid are alike,
Which a storm of death would fail to strike.
But slowly time painted me yellow,
Not unlike my long lost fellows.
At last my blinded pride
Wayward coz of lack of guide
Sees that neither joy nor pain
But death is a life’s lasting gain.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
30/08/2009
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Strength of Agony
The weeping willow cries,
the wailing sirens screech.
The gulls call up above,
the word of death beseeched
Upon those who ponder
on death's eternal gloom.
Like grains of sand falling,
winding time's loom.
The heartache prevails,
the sadness strikes fear.
For desolate though it may be,
not one sheds a tear.
God Himself Cries
Joseph Manduke Poems
Poetry and thoughts written after 1956
Friday, July 18,2008
God himself Cries
When love is true and lost the universe itself weeps
God himself cries when love is lost
Love is not contained
Galaxies weep when true love is lost
Nay, clusters of galaxies stop turning in infinity when love dies
God cries
The creator's heart itself, the infinite word
the power of creation that is love, waits
Takes pause in the tear
takes a moment from the foundation itself of all life and all hope
God sheds a tear
Such breaks the heart of the creator
When love is not preserved
Creation itself blinks out of reality,
And a moment is lost as God weeps for the loss of Love so precious
God himself cries
When Love is lost
Love is the creative force itself.
All is about love
God cries when love is unpure.
Creation stops and waits and takes a moment to mourn the lost lovers dream.
Preserve your Love.
Save the tears of God.
Sing a praise to having known true Love.
In the act of will that breaks a heart.
God cries.
Eternity wains under the creator's sadness
And we lose touch of precious binds to creation itself.
We lose our life and our fragile hold on humanity.
When love is lost,
Hope is lost,
Peace is lost,
And God cries
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Mosquito's Feast
A humming mosquito said: gun, gun, gun,
For greatest ever feast come, come, come.
Party area is a house of SHETH,
And venue is his lush dark pate.
Angelic Anopheles and Cute Culex* are special guests,
And black trouser is place for rest.
Special item is blood of HITESH,
Our greatest enemy, whom I detest.
Coil, Net and Mat may prove hitch,
But, 'Arise, awake and stop not till goal is reached.'**
Please keep your children at bay,
From a newest mosquito killer spray.
With God’s grace destroy devilish plan,
And with malaria wipe out evil human clan.
*Anopheles and Culex are species of mosquito
**Arise, awake and stop not till goal is reached-Saying of Swami Vivekananda.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
28/09/2008
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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God's Divine Love
Where would we be without God's Love
Consumed by emptiness, fear, mistrust and sorrow.
Evil always hides in the shadow of man's soul
Eager to destroy the past, the present and tomorrow.
Faith teaches us to rely on God All Mighty
To help us shoulder our heartbreak and tribulation.
All which we love is by His resolve
And the wonder of Divine creation.
Always treat others with Christ in your heart
Eager to worship, love, protect and give
Never remain selfish, mean or cruel
Staying generous and willing to forgive.
A Flow of Love
Yeah!
Slow and Slow
ye stare
with eyes-
eyes innocent
as doe
Slow and Slow
you emptied
my cup
A cup
of woe
Slow and Slow
ye vanquished
my foes
hidden
inner foes
Slow and Slow
Ye pour
A wine of joy
in a goblet
with glow
Slow and Slow
Ye stamp
my cells
from
head to toe
Slow and slow
Ye weed out
ignorance
with your
divine hoe
Slow and slow
Ye open
petals
of my mind
for glorious show
Slow and slow
you rescued
me from claws
A dangerous
Maya's claws
Slow and slow
you weeded
out my flaws
habitual
mortal flaws
Slow and slow
Ye brought me
under yoke
A yoke
of divine law
Slow and slow
please come
in my life
with your
majestic flow
Because
Our separation
waiting on death row
our rendezvous
hot desert in a
storm of snow
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
26/01/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Consequences of demise
Through the forest, past the gate
Where the time seemed to wait
As your breath tried an escape
While they decide your fate
Nothing says ‘its too late'
Than the fallen angels broken mate
Who hides and cries
And still denies
That the one she prized
Created his own demise
No one moves, no one breaths
As that soulless being leaves
She's broken far beyond repair
In her own dismal despair
So tell me as you wait and pray
In anticipation for the hell to pay
Have you so much as apologized?
For the tears your ‘soul mate' cries
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Two Robbers
When Death from some fair face
Is stealing life away,
All weep, save she, the grace
That earth shall lose today.
When Time from some fair face
Steals beauty year by year,
For her slow-fading grace
Who sheds, save she, a tear?
And Death not often dares
To wake the world's distress;
While Time, the cunning, mars
Surely all loveliness.
Yet though by breath and breath
Fades all thy fairest prime,
Men shrink from cruel Death,
But honor crafty Time.
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Soul-Breakers
Oh! bloody thirsty soul breakers
Oh! manipulative nerve wreckers;
Playing with the beings like puppets,
Relishing their hearts in buffets.
Oh! Self righteous naivete
Don’t treat people as hapless pawns,
Don’t blackout their rose tinged dawns;
Stop thinking, you are beyond his laws,
Stop thinking, you can escape his claws.
Oh leech! Don't increase your karmic debts
Recall Ye! How evil doers wept.
Oh! Sower of the bad karmic seeds,
He longs to punish your talks and deeds;
He waits to strike at opportune time
And to make you pay for your heinous crime.
For the punisher watches from above
And keeps a tab on your talks and moves.
He weaves the whip from sighs of oppressed
And soaks it in tears of depressed.
His lashes produce, weals of adverse times,
And would throw away your blood hued wines.
When he would strike with his thunderbolt,
The mother earth would refuse to hold
The sky would refuse to shelter
And your shanks would run helter-skelter.
So fear oh! Cruel heart breakers,
For he is God, your soul breaker.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
25/05/09
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Coming Out
In the world full of mads
He confessed he is sane-
At last he comes out.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
20/07/09
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Sweet Sorrow
O Darkness of mine,
Why do they maltreat you?
O Sorrow so kind,
What is it you do?
How cruel they are,
to make Sorrow cry!
How cruel they are,
to leave Darkness looking up at the sky!
Why is Sorrow such a malady?
Who left Darkness in disarray?
He longs to live in sweet Sorrow's golden morrow,
even if it pierces like an arrow.
poem by Soren Valentine
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Pareidolia- A Way of Perception
A depressed Guy
Was staring at sky,
Abruptly a form popped up
Assembled from
The lonely wandering clouds,
Appeared to him
Weeping inconsolably;
Suddenly, the warm joy welled up from within,
And the same clouds colluded to carve out,
A laughing form.
(Pareidolia is the phenomenon of finding familiar images in random scenes, like faces in clouds or religious icons in root vegetables)
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
24/05/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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A Tiger from Woods
There was a tiger in the woods
Who was expert in finding his foods
In chasing holes, he was number one
So he would indulged in all kind of funs
Oft he would go alone for hunt
And killed his preys while making grunts
He used to share spoils with tigresses
And would also play with their tresses
The offal he would bring for his wife
Which she ate without complain or strife
One day she caught him sharing his spoils
And her blood suddenly came to a boil
She attacked in rage and tore his flesh
And tiger's wanton life was in mess
He is yet to come out of the woods
And the tigress too is in sombre mood.
Disclaimer: The characters, emotions, ideas, events, concept, plot and thoughts, mentioned in this poem are purely fictitious and any resemblance to person living, dead or invisible is purely coincidental and unintentional.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
06/12/2009
poem by Hitesh Sheth
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