Poetry Series: 1

 

Embarking on My Poetic Odyssey:

By: Sunil@SR

“Sunraaz”, My Takhallus (Pen Name)

In pursuit of conveying more through less, I find myself embracing the timeless adage -  “Brevity is the soul of wit” - or as our own idiom beautifully renders it, “Gaagar mein Saagar”. To encapsulate the vastness of thought within the elegance of a few well-chosen words is an art I have long admired.

Poetry has been a cherished companion since my earliest years. I recall, even in my 5th or 6th standard, the spirited attempts to weave my own verses - only to find that my choicest words often eluded the precise rhythm and meter. Despite innumerable trials and modest failures, the passion endured, quietly smouldering within.

Now, after journeying through numerous essays and blogs, I feel an irresistible call to return to that childhood ardor - to give voice to my innermost musings in the distilled form of poetry. Hence, I embark on a new literary sojourn: a commitment to compose and share one poem each day.

I invite you to accompany me on this voyage of words, to witness my thoughts unfurl in verse, and to offer your discerning feedback along the way.

Thank you for being a part of this evolving journey of self-expression.

Through the Tempest, Still I Rise

-By Sunil@SR

“Sunraaz”

In life’s grand theatre, where shadows dance,

And joy and grief play turn by chance,

I’ve learnt-no soul may all hearts please,

For peace with one may another’s cease.

A father’s gaze may glow with pride,

While mother’s silence stirs the tide.

A brother nods with calm assent,

Yet sister’s eyes bear discontent.

A friend may wear a smiling face,

Yet harbour envy’s dark embrace.

The neighbour greets with warmth sincere,

While loved ones draw their daggers near.

Complexity-the woven thread

That binds us ’till our days are fled.

Yet I, unbowed, sail seas profound,

Through tempests fierce, where fears abound.

I do not seek to calm each wave,

Nor chase the peace that sycophants crave.

Let discord churn its fleeting song-

My will is steady, my roots are strong.

I clasp not straws, but stars afar,

And trust the night births morning’s star.

Though clouds may frown and thunder speak,

Their rage shall pass, the sun shall peek.

No tunnel stays forever dark,

Each one reveals a distant spark.

No burden breaks a heart that dares

To hope, to strive, amidst despairs.

So let the world in turmoil swell,

Let critics scoff, let cowards yell-

I wear my scars like battle creeds,

And sow my faith through daily deeds.

Patience-my shield, and hope-my blade,

Through cynic storms, I am not swayed.

This voyage tests both heart and mind,

Yet in its wrath, my strength I find.

I shall not pause to court applause,

Nor weep for fickle love’s lost cause.

With steadfast heart and upward gaze,

I’ll walk through fire, I’ll earn my days.

For life, despite its jagged strife,

Is still a grand and sacred life.

And he who walks with truth in sight,

Shall find his dawn beyond the night.