Transcendence
Suffering from a heavy heart,
With a lump in the throat,
Drenched in sorrowful tears -
Are the lines of bygone years.
But the past is not condemned
However bitter it might have been.
For it has taught many lessons
In the school of hard knocks.
Now the soul is flourished
Beyond the limits of misery.
It has outgrown mortal wounds
And transcended the common
Understanding of knowledge
With a courageous breakout
From the flesh of transient body
Confined in the sphere of illusion.
It has embarked on a journey
Towards the Supreme One -
The infinite, the boundless,
The pervasive omniscience,
The ultimate truth of divinity
Which I am already a part of
Since the beginning of time
Until its endless weaving of life,
Where it resides forever and ever.
Inspired by the story of Jada Bharata and the philosophy of Hinduism.
©Amit Herlekar
#poetry #review #AmitHerlekar
Suffering from a heavy heart,
With a lump in the throat,
Drenched in sorrowful tears -
Are the lines of bygone years.
But the past is not condemned
However bitter it might have been.
For it has taught many lessons
In the school of hard knocks.
Now the soul is flourished
Beyond the limits of misery.
It has outgrown mortal wounds
And transcended the common
Understanding of knowledge
With a courageous breakout
From the flesh of transient body
Confined in the sphere of illusion.
It has embarked on a journey
Towards the Supreme One -
The infinite, the boundless,
The pervasive omniscience,
The ultimate truth of divinity
Which I am already a part of
Since the beginning of time
Until its endless weaving of life,
Where it resides forever and ever.
Inspired by the story of Jada Bharata and the philosophy of Hinduism.
©Amit Herlekar
#poetry #review #AmitHerlekar
The Beast
... and here it comes again; it has awaken,
Breaking the shackles wound around it
Into splinters of violent pandemonium.
This untamed being; the abhorring brute
Looming inside me with a devious smug
Unleashes itself triumphantly with a roar -
A wicked roar that bursts sardonic laughter.
To experience the long-awaited freedom;
Freedom of being deviant once again
And being uncouth and mischievous,
This happens only when you are gone.
Since I want to be the king of all the spoils
I earnestly wish you to return after eons!
Mindless about the depletion inside,
By being unwise about its actions
The mind is poisoned to the core
By a plague of heathen thoughts
Causing reckless perversion
To the point of wild palpitation.
Thus, after a long run of satanic fun
Finally, the beast succumbs to repose.
I couldn't open my eyes when the sun was up
As it was the grim sight of a great disaster.
My mind was numb; my soul - obliterated.
I was vanquished by the wretched monster,
The devil inside me which I had given birth
Of which I am the father and its rightful master.
Oh, is there anything less painful than
To get torn apart between my mind and soul?
It is this regret that nags me with teasing cry:
Was there something I should have done
When it was growing inside the womb?
Oh, why did I embrace it with open arms
When I knew about its devilish nature?
After a long struggle to concede my defeat
That has stained this haggard look upon me,
I kneel down, ashamed, to beseech you:
Wherever you are, please come back soon
Only you can help me bring myself back;
Help me find myself for I am lost in wilderness
And rescue me from this dreadful creature.
Before it gets lost from me forever
Please, I am begging you to bring it back -
The harmony between my mind and soul;
Which left me without saying, "Goodbye".
Be a guiding light and I will bridle the beast.
Let my righteousness be the strength to hold it firm
And I pledge to take it on the path of morality
Then it will never be called as The Beast ever again.
By Amit Herlekar
#poetry #review #AmitHerlekar
... and here it comes again; it has awaken,
Breaking the shackles wound around it
Into splinters of violent pandemonium.
This untamed being; the abhorring brute
Looming inside me with a devious smug
Unleashes itself triumphantly with a roar -
A wicked roar that bursts sardonic laughter.
To experience the long-awaited freedom;
Freedom of being deviant once again
And being uncouth and mischievous,
This happens only when you are gone.
Since I want to be the king of all the spoils
I earnestly wish you to return after eons!
Mindless about the depletion inside,
By being unwise about its actions
The mind is poisoned to the core
By a plague of heathen thoughts
Causing reckless perversion
To the point of wild palpitation.
Thus, after a long run of satanic fun
Finally, the beast succumbs to repose.
I couldn't open my eyes when the sun was up
As it was the grim sight of a great disaster.
My mind was numb; my soul - obliterated.
I was vanquished by the wretched monster,
The devil inside me which I had given birth
Of which I am the father and its rightful master.
Oh, is there anything less painful than
To get torn apart between my mind and soul?
It is this regret that nags me with teasing cry:
Was there something I should have done
When it was growing inside the womb?
Oh, why did I embrace it with open arms
When I knew about its devilish nature?
After a long struggle to concede my defeat
That has stained this haggard look upon me,
I kneel down, ashamed, to beseech you:
Wherever you are, please come back soon
Only you can help me bring myself back;
Help me find myself for I am lost in wilderness
And rescue me from this dreadful creature.
Before it gets lost from me forever
Please, I am begging you to bring it back -
The harmony between my mind and soul;
Which left me without saying, "Goodbye".
Be a guiding light and I will bridle the beast.
Let my righteousness be the strength to hold it firm
And I pledge to take it on the path of morality
Then it will never be called as The Beast ever again.
By Amit Herlekar
#poetry #review #AmitHerlekar
Puffs of Smoke
Lost and confused, I light a joint;
Minding over matter with no point.
With the first suck of distress,
The poignant past is triggered.
Opening of dagger of bitterness,
It is jabbed until pain is heard.
The fume is held long enough
Ignoring the shortness of breath.
Then it is whispered out in despair
With well-timed rings of death.
The second smoke is breathed in
For the sake of temporary relief.
But the cuts driving deep within,
The hapless mind is in disbelief.
The final gush of smoke is inhaled
Wishing for a tiny bit of solace.
But the heartbeats are overburdened
By poisonous vapors of disgrace.
For the end of ageless torment to begin
The soul concedes to depart from the skin.
©Amit Herlekar
#originalpoetry #AmitHerlekar #review
Lost and confused, I light a joint;
Minding over matter with no point.
With the first suck of distress,
The poignant past is triggered.
Opening of dagger of bitterness,
It is jabbed until pain is heard.
The fume is held long enough
Ignoring the shortness of breath.
Then it is whispered out in despair
With well-timed rings of death.
The second smoke is breathed in
For the sake of temporary relief.
But the cuts driving deep within,
The hapless mind is in disbelief.
The final gush of smoke is inhaled
Wishing for a tiny bit of solace.
But the heartbeats are overburdened
By poisonous vapors of disgrace.
For the end of ageless torment to begin
The soul concedes to depart from the skin.
©Amit Herlekar
#originalpoetry #AmitHerlekar #review
Clouds Of Smoke
Getting lost in the clouds of smoke,
Forgetful of the imminent choke;
Mesmerized by its misty spirit,
She drowns in the fantasy of it.
Walking through the fog of ash,
Even through the litter of trash,
She enjoyed every step by foot
And smiled at the drizzling soot.
I am on the hilltop, she believed;
And felt more allve and relieved.
The smog had become her reality,
For it filled her lungs in congeniality.
It was the only one to be near her;
That promised to leave her never.
#poetry #AmitHerlekar #review
© Amit Herlekar
Getting lost in the clouds of smoke,
Forgetful of the imminent choke;
Mesmerized by its misty spirit,
She drowns in the fantasy of it.
Walking through the fog of ash,
Even through the litter of trash,
She enjoyed every step by foot
And smiled at the drizzling soot.
I am on the hilltop, she believed;
And felt more allve and relieved.
The smog had become her reality,
For it filled her lungs in congeniality.
It was the only one to be near her;
That promised to leave her never.
#poetry #AmitHerlekar #review
© Amit Herlekar