Wednesday, July 28, 2021

GHOSTS

 

                          

                         

                         

                                               

1)          A ghost I saw at dead of night

      A figment of my crazy fancy you say

      May be a real being to me I say

      With flying snaky coils robed in white

      Inwards what we do feel, take it as right;

      May be, your mind has no deep insight.

 

2)           Ghosts, our crazy creations you may state

      Our guilty fears and fancies in horrid forms

      Our hissing desires disturb our inner calm;

      Our foes whom we bitterly hate

      As if to take revenge assault our brain

      Pricking our conscience with fear and disdain.

 

3)          Departed souls with raging feelings and desires

     So many births passed and still passion-bound

     Linger in weird shapes here on the ground

     Still with unextinguished tongues of fire;

     Still like dusty cobwebs seen here and there

     In dead of night wander these ghoulish nightmares.


 4) With dread distractions our minds they fill

      Unsettling our rest with vicious greed and strain

      Oh, like wild beasts at night they prowl and kill

      Distorting our dreams for their selfish gain.

      Some to evil spirits themselves do sell

       Enslaved at last to stay in perpetual hell.     

 

   5)     Our future ourselves we do presage

       Desires dreamify themselves on mental screen

       Enacting what we wished but have never been

       Caught up in the web of cravings like birds in cage   

       With sights bizarre and utter confusion

       To shake our sleep with puzzling visions.


  6)     In dark, strange worlds unknown we float and flit         

     Crossing bounds of reason beyond our range

     Faces we know seem queer and strange

     We act like crazy souls in feverish fit

          Shocked we fly back with sweating brow

          Confused we rewind of what do not know.

 

7)    Like fabled witches leading men astray

       Lust for wealth corrupts us to the core

            Dissatisfied they crave for more and more

            To grab more wealth, they get out of the way

            Desire for possessions dooms all mankind

            Unseen demons make us wicked and unkind. 

 

8)     More dreadful than fiends and vampires

             Passion for power drags us to lowest plane;

              War perverts our minds, the worst kind of bane;

              No empire stays safe with this devilish desire;

              The greatest knowledge misused leads to greatest fall

               Men turn monsters destroying themselves and all.

 

      9)    Ghosts are nothing but passions gone astray

              They drive us like devils out of our ways.

              No distinction of sex or age they mind                

              Raping and robbing others like pestilence blind;

              They tempt us with their scintillating charms

              Our guilty fears and fancies in horrid forms.

 

10)        Our lurking sins betray with promises false

              Darkness and solitude wakes us with sweating fear

              Mocking fearsome goblins from alien sphere

              Dark dreams make us shudder in sleep and toss;

              Ghosts, ghastly reflections of our inner soul

              Ghosts, dead or living pervert us from our goals.

                         +++++++++++++++++++++++

a) Some to evil spirits --- a reference to Marlow's play " The Tragical History of Dr. Faustus" (1604) in which Dr. Faustus, a well-respected scholar begins his career as a magician and sells his soul to Satan (Lucifer) to get supernatural powers for twenty-four years with the help of another devil, Mephistopheles. After the expiration of  twenty-four years the devil kills him and carries his soul to suffer in hell.           

b)   Like fabled witches leading men astray --- a reference to Shakespeare's play "Macbeth"(1606)  in which Macbeth, a brave Scottish General, was told by three witches that he would be the king of Scotland. Encouraged by his wife, he killed King Duncan and Banquo. Still he felt insecure and became obsessed with guilt. At last he was killed in the battle by Malcolm, one of Duncan's sons.

c) Ghosts are nothing but  ----  Unbridled passions  like anger, revenge, lust, violence, pride, overambition, despair and  too much possessiveness provoke us like unseen ghosts and through us make us do devilish acts just for their enjoyment. No exorcist can drive them away except our patience, careful thinking and discrimination.  We should be more careful about these tempting passions than weird apparitions and phantoms.

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    28th July, 2021                                          Somaseshu Gutala



            

    

    

 

 

 

 

 

      

 

 

 

   

              

  

 

 

Friday, July 16, 2021

SETTING SHADOWS

 

                  


                                                             SETTING SHADOWS

                                                   (The Funny Side Of An Elderly Couple)   

          

1)                 Each enclosed in each one’s own space, we dwell

              Like bats hanging head down from banyan tree

              Each in one corner imprisoned, not so free;

              Stuck in our narrow worlds like frogs in a well

              Old age kept us within her narrow bounds

              We stay together-- apart without sounds;

 

2)                  Her eyes like prying baits do keenly try

               To catch my lapses with an eagle-eye;

               One misstep of mine, they quickly spy

               And pull me down like a bolt from the sky;

               I take my turn too trying to blame

               In her every task, a mind-boggling game.

 

3)                  In my every task she finds some defect

               My hobbies she treats as wasteful pastime

               Looks me down as if I did a serious crime.

               My improper training and gross neglect;             

               She beats me far behind with her culinary skills

               My cooking trials and household work almost nil. 

 

4)                   No job to do except confined to home

               Except to read some news and sip a cup of tea

               A sailor forlorn in God-forsaken Sea

               None to chat with or together roam

               Encaged in silence and time-killing ways

               No fast-paced change but passing idle days.          

 

5)                  My constant presence, an irritating eye-sore

               Sitting like a statue in stagnant state

               All have vanished--my colleagues and my mates;

               My memories lie dusty as in a lumber-store.

               My pitfalls like dead shadows pass

               As if treading on broken bits of glass.

 

6)                 Once we complained about our work too hard

              Doing same thing year after year

              Longing for leisure with full rest and cheer

              Too much spare time now-- how to spend, my God!

              Is there no other way except to curse and cross?

              Is this the way our time to pass? 

 

7)                 As elders we do think too proud of our age

             Our age matures but still our egos bind

              In present knowledge-world we lag behind;

              A hiatus wide leaves us in modern maze;

              Let us move with times; no rigid views; no use;

              Nothing happens on past glories to muse.

 

8)                  Though different seem our views and ways

               Tethered together how can we be apart?

               Restrained we have to adjust like wheels of a cart;

               Time guides us to keep up with even pace;

               Our petty rivalries where will they lead?

                Is it true aversion or overpowering creed?

 

9)                   Whatever they be, our days turn fast

                Our squabbles end in lovely compromise

                Our faults melt like mists at sunrise;

                Our hidden springs of love hold us together fast

                Our ways differ you say, too late to mend

                Something binds us close till our final end.


10)                      Our fault-finding ways lead us no where

               They lead us astray with vindictive rage

               None fault-free, come out of your cage;

               My lapses as mountains to you may seem

               My weak virtues as straws in your esteem;

               Our nagging skills keep us ever apart

               Let us be sympathetic with noble thoughts.       

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                 16th July, 2021                 Somaseshu Gutala

    

Note : A funny sketch of an elderly couple with no 

           intention to hurt anyone.         

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 


   

                                             


Thursday, July 1, 2021

Guide me, Oh Lord!

                                                       


                                       


                                  

The road seems so uncertain with bends unseen

So many shocks and surprises, which way to turn?

So many doubts and questions within me burn

I can’t unravel or grasp what they mean;

On this strange path never have I been;

My mind felt wrinkled with deepest concern;

Guide me, oh Lord! Which way to twist and turn

Vexed with daily routine I lose my mind serene;

Thy help and strong support all I implore;

Unaware of Thy gifts we ask for more;

We deem not as choosers but beggars poor

Our earthly tensions and doubts who can cure?

Our desires like witches drive us into the mire

Only Thy grace can lift us from this dark despair.

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        1st July, 2021                         Somaseshu Gutala