Poem: Cactus
Author: Shiv Kumar Batalwi
Translation: Punjabi to English by S. Soze
The poem talks about the pangs of love, separation and the feelings of a soul that goes untouched by the flower of love and affection.
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Life is burning bright,
A moment at a time.
Leaving behind, only
Dark ashes and a shining.
So, quit whining!
– sahar
College was too much fun
Learning, Ah! that we did none.
Smoked the days away
Made the nights stay
And now nights shall fly
And the days shall be dry
I look up, I see a cloudy blue sky
The hint of the rains is nearby.
— Sahar
We are mean machines
Captured consciousness
Chaotic, disrupted presences
Vying for belonging
Living on in hopelessness
In a familiar strangeness
Above all, Death is relentless
And dying is not lifelessness.
We are measured extremes,
trying so hard to balance
our lives in weightlessness,
scrounging by on emotions
breaking our meditation,
trusting in faithlessness.
Universe is indefiniteness
boundaries are absurdness.
We are poised river streams,
flowing in chosen directions,
Living and dying to meet
oceans and then fall as rain.
Meandering by, a tamelessness
an epitome of abstractness.
We live as she lives by
a journey of ambitiousness.
We are forgotten dreams
in an eye of imagitiveness
it is discovering nuances
with a look of ancientness.
It is only right to wake up
experience anonymousness
remembering the dreams
live moments of breathlessness.
– sahar
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“If one day,
your thoughts are free
then don’t stop amigo
be all you want to be.
If one day,
all your emotions,stand
in your way then
master them today.
If one day,
your pen bleeds like humans.
know this , your words
they only suffer your deeds.
If one day,
you write too much,
and write all your heart out
as all my days are such
Then, do not let your poetry
lack words or alphabets
for they are only tools
and poets are only fools.”
– Mayank “Sahar” Mishra
Whispers of Immortality 