Gleam

release
the clouds of doubts
tied to thy head
let them go
let them fly
high above thy fields
of freedom
of liberty
of joy

unblock
the thoughts that
constipated thy mind
free them
make them roam
onto the wild roads
of fanciful smoke
of fantasy
of magic

unlock
the boldness of craze
by unraveling and
disentangling the thread
of suffering and pain

be at war
with thy fate
be merciless, warrior
slay the demons
of time
of delay
of circumstance

open
thyself to light
to the unlimited limitlessness
of shine and glory
and power
and peace

let loose
the wires of fire
eat the sun
have moonbeams for dessert
gleam, you gleam

-- praveen kumar singhmar

Doubt Not

The dark horses
Of doubts,
If controlled not,
Shall take thy kingdom over.

And the seeds
Of distrust,
If left on their own,
Shall generate rotten trees.

Suspicion over
Matters of trivia
Leads to nowhere
But to the waste land,

Where thy survival
Probabilities are bleak.

Thou shall not be able
To peep out
Of the dim
Blocks of drab.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.

Age

Observed a very old lady walking past me with the help of her wooden staff and the following words automatically flowed:

"This thing
Stands starkly
At my face
And laughs hard.
What makes it so blunt?
The thing grins back
Strikingly to my silver hair.
Then I recollect that
Time has put me down.
My possessions
And my adventures
Have worn out.
My tricks & talents
Ain't free anymore.
The thing looks at me
With grief & pity
And mocks at
My empty existence.
This thing sets
Puppets to
The best of my ability.

This thing
Has forced a change
To the color
And texture
Of my skin,
From smooth to creased.
It has diminished
The vision of my eyes,
From clear to hazy.
I can no longer see
Through my imagination.
The thing has damped
The layers of sight
And of ideas.
This thing has
Limited my limitless soul
To mediocrity.

This thing brings me
Closer to the truth,
To the inevitable reality.
It doesn't stop a second
Its process of decaying
The young to the eld.
This thing is called "Age"
And it wears people down.

And the moments
Of youth merely
Lingers long in mind.
Limitlessness of vigor,
All the dynamic energy
Folds itself to go away.
Shivering bones & limbs
Take over the course.
Time may heal
A painful heart,
But it cannot cure
The sufferings of aging."

 -- Praveen Kumar Singhmar.

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Loud doubts

How shall I proceed
With loud doubts
Tingling my head?
Brains bursting into pain,
Undecided about tomorrow,
Clueless about the future.
So blurred gets my vision
That I stand helpless, hapless,
Miserable, pitiful, poor, blind.

Two arrows I shot,
And they both moved away
Against the other.
What's destiny, what's life?
I hear nothing but noise.
Blunders, absurdities have crept in.
My own actions of thought deceived,
Ready to fall, halfway down,
I lack a laugh, I lack a cry.
Crossed all that was a good time.

Round and round they revolve,
Entangled wires of brain.
Push them out, for now they constipate,
Vex and perplex, puzzles they create,
And I merely breathe heavily in haze.
As my thoughts wander
From plane to plane,
Reality ceases to exist.

-- Praveen Kumar Singhmar
(03/02/2016)