Days pass by swiftly
Like the trees and bushes
Fleeting before a child’s eye
While travelling in a car;
And I repent not
Their fast disappearance,
For, they have been full of joy
And have left behind
In my memories, not even a scar!
This poem was intended to be a long one
Carrying the kite of my imagination
To dizzy heights;
But Lo! The thread of that kite was suddenly snapped
By a barking dog,
Reducing this poem to mere six lines.
3.The Last Fall.
The last fall of a dry leaf
Waving and glistening in the air
And gracefully touching the earth
Is a sight eerie and wonderful.
O God! Let me too
Meet such an end
When my life is full and fulfilled,
So I remain to You ever grateful.
In sparkling waters
There is a sparkle of divinity
And in glimmering leaves
There is a glimmer of hope.
In hugging leaves
There is a feeling of affinity
And in unruffled waters
There is a sea of serenity.
5. Favourite Game.
Let me be disenchanted with
Everything in this world
But not with Your name;
And let the chanting of Your name
Through my ups and downs of life
Be my favourite game.
I want to be free
I like poets whose thoughts are free
And whose lines are free
To remain short or long;
And I want to be free
Like birds on a spree
Which sing together a song.
7.Love of Books.
When I think of how my life has been spent
I remember the books on my shelf,
Which have thrilled me and enlightened me
And made me understand the Self.
The books I have borrowed and the books I have bought
And the books to others I have refused to lend
Have impressed me with their noble thoughts
And helped me my behaviour to mend.
I have loved the books deeply as I
Have loved my parents and friends true,
For in them I have found solace
And to happiness, the clue.
Yeah, I cherish the books, for hidden in them
Is the wisdom of the ages,
Which guided mankind on the noble path
Through life’s various stages.
As a stranger to this world I came
And soon my parents gave me a name.
I was at the beginning only a child
With little knowledge of the world
But of imagination wild;
And soon I learnt the ways of the world
And lost my childhood innocence
And became absurd.
With advancing age, I witnessed crime,
Violence and lust
And corruption, theft and injustice at their worst;
And now utterly disillusioned
With the goings-on in the world
I wish I lived in another world!
Where is God
For a dying man?
Perhaps, he thinks
God Himself is in a
10.A Life of Hope
I may die a physical death later,
But I do not want to die
A mental death in advance.
Like a flower
Which is optimistic
And ever smiling
Till it withers away,
I shall live
A life of hope.
Poems by Dr. Venkataramana K V.