marikia Poetry (260)

"One generation passeth away, and another generation cometh: but the earth abideth forever...The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to the place where he arose..." Ecclesiastes

And all the things just keep on their course,
And every thing returns to where it belonged
After fulfilling purpose of its life and worth,
Cause meaning of creation is to live and go.
Our destination is to keep alive, endure the same,
Meet our final stage and thus fulfill the end,
And leave a trace for generations still to come,
Who’ll feed on legacy of ancestors that passed,
And find their sustenance in it and thus survive.
And like a day that comes and night that follows in its wake
This unabated drive for life will never change,
For thing that matters, being essence of our life
Is waiting in the line for our turn to come
To bring fresh blood to earth and then to die
Without complaint, but thanking for our time.
One generation passes thus and then another comes,
But earth abides forever, Ecclesiastes writes.

Could you be the one,
who could say he's mine,
Take my words for truth,
Hold me in his arms?

Could you be the one
I could always trust,
Cherish hopes for him
Not to let me down?

Could you be the one,
Who could hold me tight,
Melt my frozen heart,
Tell me, life is fine?

If you want my love,
Trust is all I ask.
If there’s love in you,
You will trust me too.

George Elephant was unpretentious man,
A modest figure, spectacles on face.
He never did complain of his unusual name,
It was his choice to keep the same
And never to exchange it for a better name,
As did the owners of unfortunate names.
He was ridiculed in his college class,
Called by the names of animals
Both known and yet unknown by us.
All were playing tricks on him
And though he prided not in name of his
He bore those jests with much disdain
And never would concede to change his name.
When marrying he hoped, alas, in vain
It would make easier to bear strain,
But Jane, not ever minding her new name
Ridiculed him as much, and did exactly same
By mentioning his funny name
At any proper chance and any time of day.
So when he came to station and confessed
That he had killed his wife and now she's dead,
The case seemed obvious to them
With no defense to help him out of mess.
But for the lawyer of good fame
He would have pleaded much but all in vain.
When in a quest for facts of crime
His lawyer found with great surprise
About misery he was condemned to such
Because of mere name and nothing much,
And how ridiculed he had been by dear wife,
Sir Macintosh put forward a defense
Of madness act, by stressing that in fact
George Elephant was not in proper mind,
And doctors in defense corroborated that
By saying that his mind was quite deranged
With constant jokes related to his name.
George could have easily gone out of his mind
By the derisions of his most beloved wife,
That he no longer could control his acts,
This seemed to be quite plausible advice.
So George was found not guilty of the crime
Of murder of first class, and he was cleared thus,
His verdict was to serve just seven years,
But by that time his case caused interest to rise,
Voices in public were heard outloud
Denouncing mockery of names
Producing such objectionable fame.
Doctors wrote articles, so in the end
George’s sentence was brought down
To mere two more years in his cell.
And when he served his time and was free man,
He had a visitor, a priest with mind inclined
To help relieve his soul of burden of the crime.
And when the priest asked him to speak outright,
To tell him in his words the history of crime,
For though his mind was in a mess that time
It still was crime, no man could possibly deny.
To question: “What was motive of your crime?”
Was George’s sincere answer:“Nothing much,
I was in love with just another one.”

At midnight, in the month of June,
I’m standing in the moonlit gloom,
Gazing at vault, where Love now dwells,
Waiting for shroud of haze unveil.
And she, who once my heart possessed,
Inspired passion, caused unrest
To soul, in cerement is now wrapped,
Bemoaned by heart that seeks its rest,
But all in vain, beside her grave,
Where when a child she used to play,
Where now, alas, she joined array
Of ancestors long gone and dead.
Oh God, was it my fate to wail
And moan at dead beloved’s grave?!
Is this the end or shall we meet again
In what’s to come – in our final days?!

Storm is coating sky with shadows
Spinning, reeling snowy clouds.
Now it’s wailing, howling beast-like,
Now it’s weeping like a child.
Now it’s rustling all of sudden
Roof of old decrepit reeds,
Now like tired belated traveler
Knocks at window pane and pleads.

Our old ramshackle cabin
Is indeed so sad and dark.
Tell me you, oh my old nanny,
Why you fell so silent thus?
Are with howl of storm, its wailing
You, my friend, exhausted much?
Or you’re dozing, sweetly napping
At the humming of old spindle?

Let us drink, my sweet old lady,
To my poor, wretched life.
Drink of grief, oh where’s a noggin?
Heart’ll rejoice with every gulp.
Sing a song to me how tomtit
Lived in peace over distant seas,
Sing a song how fair maiden
Went on mornings to the creek.

Storm is coating sky with shadows
Spinning, reeling snowy clouds.
Now it’s wailing, howling beast-like,
Now it’s weeping like a child.
Let us drink, my sweet old lady
To my poor, wretched life.
Drink of grief, oh where’s a noggin?
Heart’ll rejoice with every gulp.

1825

I’m through with life – no sweet desires,
I’ve ceased to love my happy dreams;
All’s left to me is pain and anguish dire
The fruits of emptiness that dwells in me.

In storms and tempests of this cruel fate
Alas, my blooming crown has faded thus –
And living now alone, disconsolate I am,
And wait: when end to suffering will come.

Thus hit with cold so slow to come
In piercing squeal of wintry storm,
Clinging alone to bare branch
A quivering leaf will soon be gone!

1821

I’m but a shadow, nothing much
Of what was once a man alive.
Oh I just hoped, I hoped so much
That things would change
with lapse of time,
But sadly all remained intact.
I’m but a worn out soul as such,
On distant hill of life I climb,
A lonely figure, nothing much.
Hope I won’t vanish in the night
Or with the first rays of the sun.
I’ll stay and wait until that time
When you will come and fill me up
With simple meaning of your love.

Thoughts, oh my heavy thoughts,
From you there is nowhere to hide.
Thoughts just like misty clouds
That overcast the sky above.
Thoughts in the dark of night
As offsprings of my daily life.
Thoughts rushing, bothering much
So oftentimes I'm off my task.
Thoughts bringing no relief,
But rather adding to my strife.
Thoughts interfering with peace
that I would rather seek and find.
Thoughts relishing in tantalizing mind
So agonized with endless fight.
Thoughts feeding on my restless soul
Till out of breath I seek respite.
Thoughts, oh my heavy thoughts,
Reflecting emptiness of life,
Leave me alone, please let me go,
I want it back, my peace of mind.

Mine isn’t the age for romance,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be sitting, cuddling grandchild,
Mine isn’t the age for romance.

Mine isn’t the age for big love,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
Shouldn’t be looking, striving for such,
Mine isn’t the age for big love.

Mine isn’t the age to make plans
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be sitting at ease, biding time,
Mine isn’t the age to make plans.

Mine is the age to be wise,
This I know, this I know, this I know,
Shouldn’t be hoping, hoping for much,
Mine is the age to be wise.

Mine is the age to survive,
This I know, this I know, this I know.
I should be counting days of my life,
Mine is the age to survive.

This is what's left of my life.
This I know, this I know, this I know.
Hopes forsaken and dreams gone by,
This is what's left of my life.

Words, though simple and pure, may contain deep emotions at times,
Make long distances vanish, our feelings revive and again bring to life,
May rekindle in heart all the embers of love in a twinkling of eye,
And awaken that warmth deep inside that you thought might have died.
Words, though simple and pure, may oppress and be fateful at times,
They may kill in a way even bullets aren’t able to bring you such harm,
Shred to pieces your heart, make it bleed, take all sense out of life,
Though be seemingly pure words are harmful at times and beware of such.

Beware my soft young heart in old decrepit shield,
It'll make you feel regret, I'll take revenge, you'll see.
You'll watch torment in eyes, forgiveness you will seek
For what you've done, for what you've made me feel.
For letting love revive in me you'll ask me to forgive,
Cause you will have no rest, won't listen to your pleas.
I'll take revenge, don't think it'll always be like this,
I'll make it hard for you, I'll haunt you in your dreams.
Until I take your breath away, until I make you feel the same
Beware my soft young heart in old decrepit shield.

Oh you, oh my little Blue Boy,
Nodding in princely cage.
Tell me, just how you're faring,
Please tell me, if I’m in the way.

Tell, if the water is plenty,
If food is enough for today.
Are there songs your master
Finds pleasure to listen all day?

Are there ugly strangers
Messing with your quiet ways?
Are you in cagey shelter
Happy with perfect mate?

Tell, is your stingy master
Playing a fair game?
Tell him to mind your comfort,
To let you be free, out of cage.