The Candid Sea

By Rahul Gauba

The Candid Sea is an anthology of assorted poems that endeavors to transport the reader to a sequestered island of abstraction and awe. It is concocted with allegories that intend to stimulate the reader with its figurative word craft and deep allusions. The candid sea is as deep as the oceanic girth and as fluid as the mosaic English literature. With its creative sorcery it shall make the readers fly with the semantic breeze and walk with an unshaken ecstasy that is drenched in exuberance, delight, and a casual nonchalance. Hope you like it!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: May 26, 2023
• ISBN: 9781685625696

Rahul Gauba

Rahul Gauba is a business graduate from Canada and has previously worked in the accounting field for many years. His passion for writing prodded him to explore poetry writing. So far, he has written over 1100 poems some in rhyming format and others in free-verse style. He hopes to continue writing interesting poems that will appeal to the readers.

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About the Author

Rahul Gauba is a business graduate from Canada and has previously worked in the accounting field for many years. His passion for writing prodded him to explore poetry writing. So far, he has written over 1100 poems—some in rhyming format and others in free-verse style. He hopes to continue writing interesting poems that will appeal to the readers.

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my ardent love for literature that never seems to stall, falter, slacken, or cease. My poems are a tribute to this didactic life that has taught me a lot in this journey of mottled experiences, novel settings, and transitioning junctures. With a welcoming heart and with deep pleasure, I present this humble work to all who desire to plunge into this calibrated universe of wonders, felicity, magic, and pure charisma.

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Gauba, Rahul

The Candid Sea

ISBN 9781685625689 (Paperback)

ISBN 9781685625696 (ePub e-book)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2023905876

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Graphs That Laughed

Order and disorder are relative and vague;

Just like romance and betrayal are deep-seated and grave.

The graphs of performance and appeal can often mislead;

Just like the elusive thefts, and coercion, are bound to deface an otherwise noble creed.

The masterful time ticks with a method and gait;

As the destiny of man, continues to grapple with the musings of adversity and the prevalent state.

There is a method to the irrational pace and madness of events;

Just like there is a hidden treasure awaiting your discovery in the midst of deep wilderness and its blissfully natural scents.

The reigns of autonomy kneel under the dictations of providence and godly might;

Just as the bleak skirmishes and arguments mimic a detached and dismembered kite.

There are some who surrender to the sweet ponderings of time;

While there are others who believe in vehemence and the futility of a pleasing verbal chime.

Entangled in the superficialities of life are the latent boons of abundance and wishful flight;

Just like the free-willed fishes relish and rejoice in the raucous fury of the tidal plight.

The barometers of success rest in the fertilization of one’s moral conscience;

As the edicts of propriety and goodwill are always there to bolster and append this universal science.

The clash of egos or a minor discord;

Can be as inconsequential as the brooding shrubs lying despondent amidst a mighty and fluid, heavenly accord.

To learn from the past is forever wise;

And to lie and steal is an undeniably notorious and despicable vice.

The shoots of antagonism can never be subjected to delimiting or capture;

As the feeble and sanguine graphs are lurking and waiting to reveal a hearty rapture.

Believe in the technicalities of life as much as you want;

So long as you are sure and convinced that your hollow pursuits don’t peeve or daunt.

Follow the worldly graphs with a smile and pleasure;

As if there is no tomorrow waiting for you to enjoy and leisure.

Whispers of the Dead

When abeyance reeks and prevails;

A storm of discontent distantly lurks and wails.

When the wrong-doers abash and loath;

The selfless abdicators get ready and clothe.

Their valor commands immense acclaim;

Just as the esteemed accolades, they rightfully deserve and claim.

Their deeds are like an acclivity;

As they climb the steep slopes of antagonism and dismay with great difficulty.

Their plight is often unimaginable and abstruse;

And to absolve their sacrifice is something tough and obtuse.

They smile and hum like an accordion;

As their daring feats are remarkable and undisputedly Achillean.

The accretion of their laurels alludes to their honorable accouterments and achievements;

As even the most invincible acme is belittled in front of their altruism and dutiful bereavement.

To acquit the culpable is immoral and wrong;

But to award a soldier is worthy of praise and song.

They lead with their swords and defend with their aegis;

As even the most guileful and wicked adversaries are reduced to mounds of historically profound textbook pages.

As the doom of adversity surreptitiously attempts to celebrate;

The adamant and committed soldiers are all ready to fight and berate.

The acrimony of mundane drudgery addles and peeves us;

As their afflicted and agile persistence saddles and leads us.

To advert our conscience from the heroism of the mighty few;

Is like defying the adages of history in a meek and relentless queue.

Finally, we have to acquiesce and accept;

As the heedless clocks move, reveal, and project.

The whispers of the dead often echo with a desolate rhyme;

Just as the celestial firmaments continue to pervade, prevail, and shine with a divine and blissful smile.

Free Spaces, Open Skies, and

the Calling Wilderness

When I scan the free spaces, open skies, and the calling wilderness with a casual glance;

The nonchalance of inertia, the charms of nature’s enigma, and the exemplary deeds of the dynamic man shine like a gleaming lance.

The free spaces offer the musing meadows, the lifeless manors, and the pensive islands of glee;

While the wispy firmaments add on to that pulchritude without charging a commission or a fee.

The open skies reach out to the free creatures of flight;

That adorn the rotund globe with a resolute might.

The calling wilderness speaks in dialects of murmur and drawl.

As the hazy mountains and the celibate ponds lend motive to the puny creatures of crawl.

Free spaces, open skies, and the calling wilderness are replete with an embracing passion;

As the emotional man, the instinctive animals, and the mute terrains absorb that oozing compassion.

The beckoning earth, the reflective stars, and the crescent moon,

Are an armory of the cosmos and also a figurative boon,

More than the topical treasures of silver and gold,

Are the expansive feasts of nature, which stand out tall and bold.

So be pervious to the surrounding solitude, as it will surely heal;

And open your orifices of sensual perception, so that light, motion, energy, and benediction pierce through your sensory conceal.

Daughters of Substance

One is meek, the second is a geek, and the third is sleek;

But none of them is a defiant, rebellious, or uncouth reek.

Mysterious are the benefactions of nature’s desires;

As each one of my girls are made up of steely substance, and raging, ambitious fires.

Whereas one is reflective and shy;

The others pitch in with a celebrated hue and cry.

There is not a blotch on their exuding sheen;

As the masterful heavens created them with a radiant glow, and enduring seam.

They have all learned the art of fine talk and humility;

As the sermons of life have taught them to introspect and obey with due servility.

The waves of adversity and anguish don’t subvert their zeal;

As they contain enormous tenacity and latent weal.

They obey and care like the generous nuns.

As the twists of life and relationships continue to detract, and hinder with emoted and callous shuns.

They grew up in affable cradles of hope;

As with their birth, darkness had no clout or scope.

They are like pitchers of admiration and rejoice;

As they continue to beam with a vivacious grin and ebullient suffice.

No man will match their credentials, or caliber, in girth;

As they are made to excel and champion in a casual, playful, and drowning mirth.

Respect and adoration are like second nature to them;