Your Truth Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

You moved up and down, Earth and heaven
To fix your place where you yearn to;
Alas, you found it beyond your reach
Though dear and near within your sight;
As once one connects, not easy to come out,
You struggled to and fro without relent
How to keep with it or abandon forever?
You know it was yours and inviting you,
But out of your grasp by logistic design,
You moved out of fence to wait for time;
Entwined beyond human sentient world,
Dazzling like stars in the dark world,
You knew none could separate from other,
But for the time's transient wild play
And one who waits gets all at right time;
A gut-wrenching pain of crossing over fence,
You bore in solitude for nine long years
Without a light of hope in the utter dark realm.

You were truly right and the pregnant time
Delivered after dark roaming at her womb,
You to the seat you so yearned all life;
It was dream come true to both of you,
And paradise in reach to pluck and eat fruit;
But alas again, repeat of the distant past,
Though within the reach, beyond your grasp
With struggles to and fro without relent,
Out of your grasp by logistic design;
But wiser by the long wait in the past,
You chose to wait now within the fence,
However long it takes for the time to yield
In uncertain cycles time loves to play,
You endued to bear to reach your post;
It itself is grief that suctions all strength
While bearing odds world enjoins to inflict
That leaves back bare exhaust-smoke
That what you look now in this world.

Time's womb now kicks with labor pain,
And the place you yearn to is waiting for you
Though in ruins now by temporal assaults,
Nor you look same as who once kicked alive;
Long times did put their seals on all,
And its wild tolls, all over the third phase;
But the place you set on where you yearn to
Kicks deep within undiminished in blaze,
And the seat you set on desperate to have on,
Yearns for you to coalesce in single flame;
It is not easy to traverse across the times
With blind worlds wildly wrapping all round,
And deep griefs of having time like tall walls
With attendant forbearance to keep off odds;
You made it to the top to almost divine stop
In standing up to odds whatever came on;
It is for us time to pluck fruits and flowers,
After long uncertainties of odds and waits -
True love never wither by the odds of time.