Jagriti
There
are no illusions here.
Listen
to the silence
as
it echoes around you.
Do
you know what I mean?
I
am the elements.
For
I am the earth.
I
am the sky.
I
am the fire.
I
am the water.
I
am the wind.
I
come and I go, as I wish.
My
signs are everywhere.
For
I am the sun.
I
am the moon.
I
am the mountain.
I
am the river.
I
am the forest.
Nothing
is beyond me.
I
transcend all.
For
I am the man.
I
am the woman.
I
am the beast.
I
am the fish.
I
am the feast.
All
are in me and I am in all.
I
am the essence of existence.
For
I am the sound.
I
am the sight.
I
am the smell.
I
am the touch.
I
am the taste.
Nothing
escapes me.
I
have many names,
none
fits me very well.
None
is my true name anyway.
So
what’s the difference?
I
think, therefore I am.
Next
Move
Blooming
flowers
smile
at the green grass
decked
with dew necklaces
as
the blue sky of early
spring
day shines
solemnly.
The
profound
serenity
is tense
and
uncertain
as
if
the
nature is deciding
it’s
next move.
Inside
wrapped
in saffron robes
her
beauty radiates
youthful
seduction
on
impulsive
gods.
Dazed
by beauty
weakened
looking
frightened
gods
deciding
their
next move.
Wanderer
My
mind is a space shuttle.
Come,
come on fly with me
deep
into the unknown sky.
I
will dazzle you with its vastness.
My
mind is a sun.
Don’t
close the windows of your heart,
my
rays will peep in
through
the cracks anyway.
My
mind is a flute.
You
can play a tune on it,
to
serenade your beloved
in
a moonlit night.
My
mind is a gentle breeze.
Let
it wander around you.
When
it becomes wind,
I
will leave you and go far away.
Ashok
Bhargava
Ashok Bhargava is an inspirational poet,
creative writer, public speaker, community activist, and energetic volunteer.
He has published five books of poetry. He has received World Poetry Ambassador
Award, UBC Nehru Humanitarian Award, Poetree Kalidasa Award and the “Poets
Without Borders Peace Award.” He is founder of WIN: Writers International
Network Canada.
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