"The editor graciously suggested that since i have included the poem about my wife Jaslien i should dedicate this month’s poems to her. He also reminded, “not to forget to get her photograph”. Since she was a bit upset with me for the past few days i thought it would be a ‘good idea’ and a ‘right’ gesture, to get back to her good books. . i got the most enlightening, inspiring and a befitting epithet from her,
..That not only i am vain, i perpetually seek self publicity by any means, anyhow (a most suitable Epitaph, i thought).
And that was it and in the evening i had to eat all by myself.
"Being a veteran warrior, i cooked a scrumptious morel (not to be confused with Moral) omelette, sliced some homemade bread (made by her) and ate like a prince, all alone by myself. So Preet Mohan i am sending ye a tiny (glorious) bit of my autobiography. About yer request for the ‘photograph’, i am sending ye this picture. Nothing could be more beautiful than these gentle creatures of Our Creator." ~jetty Singh
OUR UNIVERSE
Solidified Gasses Divine Energy Celestial Dust
Pure Matter
MASTER’S
Ethereal Space Platter
Gestating Silent Leaven
Star Studded Heavens
We are created from
Fire Air Ether Earth Water
Soul’s Carriage Body’s Charter
FIRE
Fire Divine Fire
Suksham Prana * Prana Shakti ^ Faculties Systems Mind Higher
Inner Sunshine Inner Fleet
Body’s Flowing Energy Heat
Fires Heart’s Rhythm Beat
AIR
MASTER’S
Free Air
Life’s Main Source
Breath in Breathing
Life’s Main Force Keeps Heart Lungs Beating
Respiring Oxygenating
Vital Breath Dominating
From birth till to-date
Free Air Predominates
ETHER
Sky Heavens Ethereal Space
MASTER’S BOON
MASTER’S GRACE
From toes to yer face
Divine Temple Inner Space
Nucleus Is The Soul Hark
‘Sole Lone Divine Spark’
From Outer Space to Inner Space
And
Back ‘To Face’
MASTER’S BOON MASTER’S GRACE
EARTH
MASTER’S
Blessings Come First
Like Soil is The Outer Crust
Provides Grain Energy Burst
Minerals preserved Womb Mother Earth
To protect Ores getting Rust
Skin Protects Encases Envelops
Bones Sinews Faith Trust
Encased Trust Burst or going Bust
From
Dust to Dust
WATER
Nectar Of Life
MASTER’S
Perfect Provision Perfect ‘Might’
No Water No Life
Inner Space Outer Space
TRANSCENDENT IMMANENT GRACE
Fathomless Flowing Source
Water is The Main Force
Will always Find it’s Course
Hear me whilst ye can
i speak without any fear
So Hear Right and Fast
Kindly
Engrave it on yer heart
MASTER
Is
THE LIFE’S FORCE
MASTER
Is
THE PRIME FORCE
* Invisible Life Force
^ Life’s Vital Force Energy
JASLIEN SINGH
What is beauty
i want to know
Is it mere
Cosmetic
A camouflage
Or
Inner Glow
Is it features
Pasted
On a face
Or
Inner Grace
Is it
Body contours
Running up and down
Throughout the space
Or
Is it sweet words
Escaping through rosy lips
Corrosive divisive
Manipulative
To the tip
Does it come
Enshrined
In diamonds and rubies
Wrapped up
In designers shrouds
Riding vanity
Chasing clouds
Beauty is not a glow worm
Now you see
Now you don’t
Its permanence is Celestial
Shining through the eyes
Flowing through
The SOUL
Like
Nectar drizzle
Like
Morning dew
Then why
i wanna ask
Come the appointed hour
And lo it flew
Just like
The morning dew
Cranes
Ogata Korin
MIGRATING BIRDS
Migrating birds and cranes
Siberia Mekong Ganges
Destined sky trains
To escape
Winter ranges
or
Instinctual scrape
How do they navigate
Who fills the knowledge
In tiny little brains
No visible stars
In the morning sky
When they fly
Farthest Far Afar
All elective
From humans birds perspective
SUN The Restless Vie
Cannot be still
Even if it tries
They travel for weeks
Haven Sanctuary Seeks
Afore Reach Destinations
Landscape changes each sway
No fixed star of night
No stationary Sun to guide
Who sorts the complications
Who shows the way
Salmon leave river of birth
Only hearth on this earth
For oceans deep and wide
Appointed hour On the dot
Rushing back to same spot
Lay their eggs
And die
Pray
Who sets the clock
Who shows the way
And Who lays this rule
For the mule
To follow
And man to lead
Both are animals
Both have brains
Who made it mandatory
For one to bray
And other to speak
Honeybee leaves her beehive
With pleasure All through life
Kissing all the flowers
All the way Miles away
Singing buzzing levitating
Grand flowering feast
Marrying all the flowers
The Pollinating priest
Doing her exulted duty
Spreading Fragrance
Spreading Beauty
All Over
From South to East
Thousands of beehives
Their places of rest
Pinhead brain
Finds her way
Back to her nest
Who is Creator
Who is Sustainer
Who is Player
Of This ‘Game’
Lions and Tigers
Are far and few
Wilderbeasts outnumber
Anything on the move
Lions must prey to kill
To survive and to live
Wilderbeasts must provide
Somehow To sacrifice
Always to give
Wherever smell of
Death and corpse
Of even one
Vultures must
And will come
Despicable and ghastly
Lowliest of the lowlies
Spreading wings vastly
Do they come to scavenge
Pick on the dead flesh
And Go
Or
Perform A Hygienic
Sanitising Service
A Cleansing
Meritorious
Elevated Act
i want to know
Zalla Rupa
Illustration: G. R. Santosh
MAYA
Baby
i wanna fly
Into never ending
Ether
Soaring Higher High
The soul is lonesome
Never ending cry
Bobbing up and down
In selfish
Centred ‘I’
Lost in confounded
MAYA* MILLION ZILLION WHY i see new horizon
They say
END
Is nigh
Precisely why
i wanna fly
To ask
A million questions
To my
MASTER
My
MAKER
Somewhere in the sky
Baby
i wanna fly
Maybe Time is Right
Wanna die
* Life Illusions
Auschwitz Camp
NATIONALISM
Noble feelings Blooming pride
Of Nationalism
Mania driven slide Of so-called super tribes
Gratifying Self-glorifying Fanaticism
Have always been misused
By kings dictators politicians
For their own selfish reasons
Always been abused
Depleting Defeating
Poorer people Weaker nations
Shameless glory Marching Sneaking
For ‘forceful’ dictations
Famous tunes Military bands
Demolishing minds Stealing wealth
A grand commercial strand
Stripping power Trading stealth
All this In poor man’s own land
Conquering to ‘heal’
Delhi to Durban
Discharging Missionary Zeal
Conscience’s burden
Selfless White man
Kind plundering clan
Marches and ravages
Heals the heathens
Civilises the savages
Now Sea is quiet Peaceful shores
No more pirates No blood gore
Naught to worry Any more
Except
‘Under-developed’ Leading jerks
Dark spots Engulfing our globe
Where nothing ever works
Incompetence’s abode
Corrupt thieves abound
Hunger poverty all around
Where rulers
To perpetuate their rule
Do everything Anything to fool
To revive their drivelling Fate
Provide their people
Something to Fear Someone to Hate
Infusing
‘Spirit of nationalism’
Promising
Glorious Heavenly Gate
Yet nationalism of
Hitler Gengis Khan
Can be forgiven
For they were barbarians
Power mad Master race Mania driven
Gengis used
Sturdy breed
Brute Strength
Of
Ponies
Fanatical creed
of
Human Animals
The all slaying Stench
Hitler used
Gestapo and Tanks
His SS Ranks
Brutal Fascist clangour
And
The gas chambers
Both used
Nationalism
As a handy weapon
To use People
As fodder
For their
Death spewing
Cannons
Old Tree Cemetary
Photo: Howard St. Elkton, MD
AN ORDINARY MAN
In life’s humdrum
Politician’s claptrap
He was a solid pucca chap
Every inch a decent man
No Frills No Trimmings
A Perfect inning
No Sophistication No Gloss
No Flimflam
A straightforward man
No Droning Dross
That was Mr North
Direct precise to the point
Served his country
His ‘pride’ rather well
Without Self
Duty bound Warrior Clan
Neither Dither Nor Digress
Nor Sham
‘Coz he was a very ordinary man
God Bless him
God Bless God Bless
Lived in his own Cul de sac
Didn’t read or write a lot
Or
Believed in God
But God Did
Thank God
An Olde English Gent
Fair Just
To a fault
To my kids To all
Lucky Mr North
Got Unending Love from
THE ONLY ONE And from all
i remember
His eternal companion
The olde shaggy
Dear old Maggy
He would call her
With a charming mischievous twitch
“ ‘Maggaie’ you silly old bitch”
Sending my kids
Nay
His kids
In a howling stitch
i shall never forget
When i saw him in the box
Death’s Snare
The Last Post Last Pitch
Last Bind
Unstruck Fanfare
In my mind
Serene calm face without a crease
Epitome of an endearing elf
Forever at peace
With the world With himself
And
i will never forget
Day of his eternal rest
Day of his burial
When his son
Soul writhing in pain
Communicating in silence surreal
Bidding farewell
Invisible tears
Eyes Dry Sad
A last look
Painful Sighs
A final goodbye
Maybe it’s difficult
Tearing away from dad
i wonder
When my soul flies
If i get one hundredth
Of
The love he got
That will be my Zenith
i will feel
Right on top
Are you listening
Mr North
Headstone: In the memory of Mr North of our common Cul de sac. Put to rest on 16. 05. 2001.
With humility and respect.
~ jetty Singh
POOR LAMB
What would you rather be
A Lamb
Or
A Sheep
If you were a lamb
They will make a rug out of you
Then hang you
If you were a sheep
They will first rob you
Of
Your wool
Then put you to sleep
But at least
Lamb has a mind of its own
Its own personality
Prancing about
Despite
Fated fatality
Frolicking around
From
Wales to Shire’s Dales
Only time it wails
When mother sheep
Sent for slaughter
Amidst mindless
Brutal laughter
Slaughter makes lamb wiser
Laughter makes it plump
Wiser lamb loses its mind
And
Becomes a sheep
Dumb
That’s why
Shepherds want
A flock of sheep
‘Coz sheep don’t argue
Just bleat
No Flimflam
Obey you
Follow you to The Strand
Only time any feeling
Stirred the mind reeling
When their yeanling
Chosen as sacrificial lamb
The dumb one wants to know
Billions of lambs have been sacrificed
Where did all the lamb go
GOD IS THE CREATOR
BESTOWER
Of Life
To all Beings
Does not need any
Appeasements
Or
Bribes
From Humans
Or
Poor Beasts
Dumb one wants to know
Further
All those lambs
Whom did they reach
GOD
or
The holy priests
These poems may not be re-produced without express permission of the author.
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