Poetry: Jimmy Sharma

Jimmy Sharma

Murmuring Heart

The force of love

That I thought I would conceal,

Heaves with tears of joy,

Synchronizing with beats of my heart.

He is there

 oscillating between me and the altar

where I worship.

I feel I am the world.

I hear the murmur of Ages.

Ceaselessly I long

for that human heart

 for hatching the bond--

the bond of love,

the bond of emotion,

the bond of relation.

I wish I converse with him,

I wish I embrace him,

I wish I unite with him,

Lone I wait at the altar.

Solitary Journey

Bemoaning and sobbing

for the dead past

exhaust the relief of joys

 of the living present

The solitary heart, then

wastes what is acquired

and melts into

brutal display

of a long complaining desire.

The dispossessed begins to whimper,

dissolve lively endowments in tears

and clings to the broken moon

of unfulfilled yearnings and irrepressible fears;

unknown to others.

The constant personal striving

and the spirit of resilience pump in the heart

the vital endeavour to become a cultivator

that uproots weeds of grief

and become worthy holder of true belief.

The heart, then seeks

visionary patterns of genuineness and peace

and experiences buoyant life and happiness

with endurance, progression, and goodness.

Setu, June 2018