Poetic Paradigm

POETIC PARADIGM Poetry is a symphony for the Soul! A collection of poems written by Devesh Golchha & Pratik Tibrewal     To my Parents, for inspiring me to be a better person through the ups and downs of life. To dear Angie, who is an embodiment of love and strength, and has shown me that true love is real! - Pratik Tibrewal To the source of my life, my thoughts and my religion - my father. - Devesh Golchha     Contents Acknowledgements A Note from the Poets Romantic - I Believe In True Love… Purest Love Leap Of Faith! True Love Never Dies Powerless I’ll Be Gone... Still Remember… If Only I Could! Love Is Not One But A Two Way Process Come Back To Me You Mean The World To Me The Misery Of My Heart Social - The Realm! Moral Crisis One And The Same Women Harassment Suffocated A Man’s World Draupadi Philosophical - Live And Let Live! The Journey Of Life Invincible Failure The Three-Storey Building The Eternal Truth Life Beyond Death Life is free, let it flow An Ode To Life!   Romantic “Romantic art is the fuel and the spark plug of man's soul; its task is to set a soul on fire and never let it go out.” “To say ‘I love you’, one must first be able to say ‘I’.” - Ayn Rand   PUREST LOVE The moment I stepped into this world, I saw bliss in the eyes of a man, For whom I was the greatest gift he ever had. With gentle care he started to hold me, His moist eyes tried to find his resemblance in me. His hands cuddled me softly, With each passing moment, his eyes turned more glittery. He told me stories which lulled me to my sweetest dreams, He tapped my back every night at my slightest screams. I learned to walk holding his big finger with my little palm, To my every pain he was like a soothing balm. At that moment I did not know what the sun and the moon meant, But I felt like a prince in his fort when his presence was felt. He used to buy me the sweetest of candies, Wherever I needed to be, he used to chauffeur me. He used to play with me and my toys… Pressing me close to his chest, he used to tell me, "Son, you are the best thing that has ever happened to me.” While my small smile turned his eyes sparkling with gay, I used to dream only of crossing his shoulders someday. He turned into my closest friend, Always standing beside me at every point of resent. Whenever I used to write, He turned into a keen reader, With his eyes bright. Whenever I used to dance, He turned into passionate viewer, Clapping loud in a trance. Whenever I was not able to score high, He turned into a soother, Telling me, "I know next time you will touch the sky." For me, at every brink he was omnipresent, Whenever I felt bleak, for me he was omniscient. His hands on my shoulders were my greatest amulet, His love always made me feel content. I learned from you what is right and what is not, Today I am nothing else but an imitation of what you taught. Your love is the purest thing present on earth, My life cannot even come closer to its worth. Now I dream your dreams, Some dreams which you wanted me to achieve, Some dreams for you which I want to achieve. With you I learned how love cannot be caged, With you I learned how love can never change. Now your simple smile leaves my eyes sparkling with gay, Now I dream that your smile would always stay. Sometimes I just hope, That someday I would do justice to your love. Even at this age I crave your embrace, Your lap is still my solace. Till now, whenever I lie on nights dark, I close my eyes to feel those slow taps on my back. I still imagine you telling me stories, And they still lull me to my sweetest dreams. - Devesh Golchha   Philosophical “You only live twice: Once when you are born And once when you look death in the face” - Ian Fleming   AN ODE TO LIFE! Walking down a secluded path alone, Being aloof from the world at hand. Unhappy, he had renounced his throne, A King thwarted by much reprimand. In a kingdom full of grief and deceit, Wading through the shallow depths of truth, It was time to end this hostile life perhaps... Time and again, betrayed by each of his akin, His heart devoid of all love, all hope, Unaware of saving an innocent heart under thin skin, It seemed, the only way forward was to elope, But where to? There was no kingdom in exile... Absorbed in a raging battle within, he decided- To the be all and end all, to Martyrdom. Reaching upon a barren, deserted cliff, ready to jump, He was baffled by a memory before the end could befall... Off the beaten path, awaiting his Fate, A vagabond with no fear of going amiss. A forlorn smile adorned his face, His withered face full of pure bliss. A holy saint with eyes shut in a meditative trance, Blessed the little prince accompanied by the King- "At the end of the path you walk upon, take the journey within!" The sweetest symphony enunciated from within... With eyes shut, he saw a light that dwarfed the sun... With every breath, he got closer to his ultimate kin... Tasting the divine drink, he didn't feel thirst after the longest run... The journey within led to a spiritual awakening, An awakening that there's more to Life than he saw. To see what Life is, to find God, one has to look within... - Pratik Tibrewal