Void

Build

Minutes, hours, and days pass

  So do weeks, months and years,

Build, build, build, and build

  And gain entry to Masters Guild

Unit by unit, block by block,

  Relentless effort like that of clock

Of precision, of reliability, and

   Elegance, came out of magic wand

  Ultimate Master, the Man is,

  A symbol of willingness to live

Spirit of Life, and the Sense of Beauty

  Bring life to a whole new Being

We have not forgotten you

It's been one year. We have not forgotten you. You may not read this, but I still want to promise you that our tribute will not be just in words or poems, though I would like to post this again for you.

An evening stroll with a friend,
  The invitation of horror and death
So brave you were, you lit up fire
   In the hearts of otherwise sheeple

Millions have endured the horror,
   And millions will endure the same
You stood as symbol of sacred life
   As testimony to brutality of society

Nothing can bring you back
   Any tribute might be insufficient
You were truly a light, a meteor
   You'll be in our hearts for eternity

Let us Grow

Lustrous, Powerful and Majestic

Provider of Light and Life

Years, centuries and eons pass

You stand there and glow

Winters and Summers is what we see

Days and years because of you

Without you we would not wake up

Without you we wouldn't exist

Every insect, every tree and bird

Every man, woman and child

O Great Sun, we are your children

Let us grow, perhaps it is time

Where Mathematics meets Poetry

          Mathematics, rightly viewed, possesses not only truth, but supreme beauty — a beauty cold and austere, like that of sculpture, without appeal to any part of our weaker nature, without the gorgeous trappings of painting or music, yet sublimely pure, and capable of a stern perfection such as only the greatest art can show. The true spirit of delight, the exaltation, the sense of being more than Man, which is the touchstone of the highest excellence, is to be found in mathematics as surely as poetry.

- Russel

             

The Light

An evening stroll with a friend,
  The invitation of horror and death
So brave you were, you lit up fire
   In the hearts of otherwise sheeple

Millions have endured the horror,
   And millions will endure the same
You stood as symbol of sacred life
   As testimony to brutality of society

Nothing can bring you back
   Any tribute might be insufficient
You were truly a light, a meteor
   You'll be in our hearts for eternity

New Journey

Beginning of new Journey
   For soul, for all Humanity.
Not a fight of good and evil
   Great Transition inevitable?

What are we? Who are we?
  Why are we? Are we really we?
With all questions on definition,
  This is for eternity, and surely real.

May our hearts be clear
  Our determination strong
For all the days yet to be,
  Never again war, only peace.
   

Freedom

Starts with a dream 

Grows with Age

Hardens with seasons

How free you really are?

Goals and Constructs 

Enslave your soul

The invariant tunes 

The constructs of society

A game gone awry

You still can think 

You still can choose

You still are a flying bird

Privilege

Wonderful has been this journey,
    Surprises and routine in Harmony
As much this is about the self,
    As this is about the world outside

 Eternal haunting darkness,
    Disappears as light falls
 Grateful for all the experience,
   Truly, it's been a privilege

Surreal

 Of all the things that could be

What it is, is only what it is

Endless possibilities becoming

 One history with no stopping

  

Things in the right place

  Precise, coherent, and perfect

For the melodrama to unfold,

   Epic, exotic, and ultimate

Majestic invariant tunes 

For the ever new orchestra 

With all honesty admit I've to

  It's way too surreal, way too. 

A Beautiful Mind

Sharp, Gentle sense of Humor,

 Only a brilliant mind can possess

Work of art precise yet graceful,

   Peak of mind that is resourceful 

You're not with us anymore,

   Yet, your work saves our labor

A beautiful mind you're,

   Rest in Peace, Sir. 

Creator and Created

Created for and as indulgence

  Serving eternal instincts

Lived beyond original impulse

Improves and betters

Means of victory progeny is

Cheating the inevitability

The goal shall be pursued

Baton passed on

Created surely surpasses 

Creator and Created on the Arena

Harmony? or Hegemony?

The course of Karma ensues

Union

Inspired by and as a tribute to Russell

Absolute and Independent

Beauty and truth realized

An Existence of abstractness

Above ideas, above desires

Peace of mind beautiful and lasting

An utter calmness prevailing

An experience to live and die for

A sweet reality forever after 

Weakness too has weaknesses

Limitation too has limitations

Austere and sublime it surely is

The Sense of Being more than Man 

Restart

After a break of few months, I'm posting again. When I started this blog, I thought, I would be able to write at least one poem per week. As I realize now, at best I can write one poem per month.  Will try to be more regular from now on. Hope you are enjoying this blog. 

Thank you 

Coherence

Has to be so, for it is so real
  Vindicated and is aptly beautiful.
Coherent, consistent and elegant
  Harmony of elements extravagant.

Can't stop wondering if it is staged
  The ray falls where the eye is placed.
How so such order from randomness
  An eternal direction toward coldness.

An orchestra of composable elements
  Unfolds to the majestic invariant tunes.
Emerged new Being is surely coherent
  New tune synthesized -cycle permanent. 

The Hero

You got cursed again and again

 In truest sense, they went in vain.

Killed you blessed by sages and gods

 Though his methods and goals at odds.

 Someone else's thumb you didn't need

   Only thing you knew was to give indeed.

 You had a shield that meant to protect

   That you gave to someone with a pretext.

Your teacher was sleeping on your lap

  Suffered the insect biting, saved his nap.

He woke up and gave something in return

   A cruel curse that you will forget the lesson.

In the name of Dharma they fought the war

 You had a word to keep and a trust to fight for.

They changed their ways and won the crown

  Generosity had gained synonym of the noun.

Life

We Live.
Despite horrors and threats,
Despite fears and uncertainties,
Despite weaknesses and limitations
In every man and woman,
We live, We flourish. We are Life.

Note

Hello

  This is my place to learn poetry. As with any other art, poetry needs practice to achieve perfection. Will try to post something like once in a week. Though I would not try to limit the subject of the poems, it'll mostly be reflections of things that happen in my life.  Hope you enjoy your stay here.

 Thank you for visiting.


Mahesha Hiremath