Tiny grains of sand

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Tiny grains of sand
Compress and surface
As a string of pearls

Singular droplets of moisture
Merge and form
The great oceans

Flimsy wisps of cloud
Float and rise
As the comforting sky

Each and every breath
Shallow or deep
Opportunities encompassing existence

Such grandeur!
Pearls, oceans, the sky
Even existence.

All nothing without
The minutiae
Grains, droplets, wisps
And every little breath.

What is it that we see?
What is it that we acknowledge?
The whole?
Or it’s parts?

What are we?
Mankind
Nations
Communities
Or individuals?

How kindly we are made!
How kindly we are acknowledged!

Each with a face
Never duplicated
Each with a beat
Rhythm unique
Each allowed
Opportunity unparalleled!

Have you seen
The part you are?
Own your chance
Claim your gift
Live your turn
No strings attached
This is your time!

Perfectly Imperfect

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Born from the vision of perfection
Bestowed assets for growth
Granted divinely devised protectors

With little awareness
Of the inner perfected treasure
The search for purpose begins

Through play
Learning and toil
The misleading snowballs

Acquisitions and merges
For relations, materials and knowledge
Take precedence over simple truths

Further and further
‘Til the connection so weak
‘Knowing’ is replaced with mere ‘belief’

Yet is not the pain of imperfection
That drives to satiate the thirst for perfection
That which leads back to perfection?

With the roll and rumble
The discontent and stumbles
The empty shell seeks a refuge

In the silence and once alone
With the most real of sounds
The One true friend comes to light

So long as there’s motion
The stir to find, and most of all
The open heart

The magnetic connection of the perfect and imperfect
Draw together, seeking each other
As after all, that was

The intended perfect play!

Divine Prayer

With each beat of your heart
Feel the swell
Let your eyes smart
And fill the well

The pound of gratitude
Can be soundless
As the torrent of tears
Can be boundless

Your heart maybe buried
Covered and cosseted
But your eyes will shine
The divine sublime

A prayer from the heart
So thankful and tender
Even with closed eyes
The message could not be clearer

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Photo: Marta Voodica Closek

All Born Kings

 

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Attire of regales
Naturally adorned

Yet what mighty weight
Held on sturdy shoulders

Looking ahead
With so much to protect

Head held high
Yet still humbled

With virtue of heart
Comes the clearest glory

Daily battles
Some won, some lost

Need no army
Wage no war

Crowned by birth
Dispute unworthy

Mother Nature’s King
Know you reign supreme!

Natural Dichotomies

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Given such luster,
From the very edge
To the inner core,

Bright zealous zest
To subtle softness,
Dichotomy pure.

Such floral
Beauties, accepted
In awe.

Why then
Do I, fight
My diversities galore?

Maker the same
From me to
My eden of flora.

Then let me too
Accept

My changing form
And turbulent times,
Staying true

As the flower to its
Fragrance, and I
To my inner Divine.

Audio-Night’s Eloquence

Enjoy the audio recording of poetry by Amitav Chowdhury. Thank you for indulging me in the reading, Amitav.

https://amitavchowdhury.wordpress.com/2016/06/16/nights-eloquence/