The Undulating Verses

By Dr. Kesang Ongmu Gensapa

In the realm of words and emotions, we embark on a journey through the undulating verses that grace the pages of this collection. Poetry, the language of the soul, transcends time, culture, and boundaries, uniting us in the shared experience of the human spirit. "The Undulating Verses" is a testament to the power of language and imagination. These poems are the heartbeats of the poet, an intricate tapestry of thoughts and emotions woven with the finest threads of words. Each poem is a portal into a unique world, a glimpse into moments of joy, pain, love, and contemplation. It is an exploration of the world within and around us, a reflection of the human condition.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Authors Click Publishing
• Release date: Nov 5, 2023
• ISBN: 9788119368709

Book preview

THE BOOK IN ME

The book in me

Simple and easy to understand

A trustful implication of sobriety

A playground of thoughts and theme

A rhapsody of love and lost

A song of heartbeat and heartbreak

A field of cheer and charm

A lane of sweet dreams

A door of emancipation

A window of liberty

A house of trust

A bridge of hope

A nest of fondness

A garden of happiness

A gesture of admiration

A step of encouragement

A pillow of faith

A dormitory of belief

A show room of love

A gallery of promises

A corridor of confidence

A staircase of ambition

A heart of innocence

A book inside me

It is huge amalgam of

Reasons sought

*****

THE WOUND

Is a decaying stuff and is healed too

But the wound of heart

Is something sad and forlorn too

The wound given by yourself

And by those whom you love

The wound open and those hidden

The silent wound that doesn't show

And the horrid wound that pains the most

The simple wound that stays a while

While others that don't go away at all

The serious wound that keeps you tormenting

And the wound that

keep coming back

The scary wound that can hurt you most

The wound of thousands ills

That creeps along

When you don't like it at all

The wounds given by your enemies

Are like salt pasted upon the sore

And left open for flies to soar

And the wounds given by one you love

Is like a balm to an ailing heart

And is kept green and unattended

Because wounds of love

Is like a song sung over and over again

The wounds that make you cry and laugh

But without shedding tears

The wound of heart

Is the wound of love

*****

TOMORROW'S SUN

As life proceeds with a hope

The only weapon to hold on

Because after every dark night

The morning comes smiling in

Since time immortal

As would blessings come in disguises

The tomorrow sun comes all true

And it is too hood to be true

As would the darkness

Hide the shadow in confinement

But tomorrow's sun

Is perfectly in time

Because it gets

Hope, aspirations and inspirations

And redecorate each and every wall

Of painful sorrow and bruises of hurt

And when tomorrow's sun comes up

Mitigating all

It's a great relief

And a song too

*****

AS I LAY IN MY BED

As I lay down my bed

Every evening as usual

I believe this is the moment

The moment I have waited for

To rekindle my energy

And to sharpen my thoughts

To meet with myself

Who is lost for the whole day

Of being a woman, a mother

And an official next

With all the tenacity and grit

I try to put a bold face up

With each single day passing by

In all the mercy and in mirth

I count my blessings

And I am surprised to find

Myself being a total stranger

All within myself

When I lay in my bed

And simply stare at the ceiling

It is a kind of rejuvenation

It is a bold movement too

As I go back and search myself

Amid many others in   me

Someone whom I have always been

Somebody I truly am

When I lay in my bed

It is the nicest time of my life ever

*****

UNDUE SUBMISSION

A stake that is fake

But without a retake

Ah, apathy, thou name is art

And that without a part

And an undue submission

A cry that is a lie

A harness without a tie

Ah, indulgence to a heart's content

An undue submission

A thousands slap of mutiny

Across the bare face of deceit

That never reaches to the other side

Ah, flares of falsity

And an undue submission all the way

When seditious mind takes a turn

Hovering down like a boiling pot

Ask me not how it is

Because I am the stranger

Who ran after his hat

On a cold stormy day

Ah, another undue submission

Upon the pity and piety

Of being a human indeed

Ask me not how it is to

Be a Long lost friend

Never united

An undue submission indeed

*****

THE FESTIVE JOY

Merry be the song and merry be the music

As we sing along the festive days

With plenty of choices

That makes you feel like a queen

In an never ending joy

Till the day it is over

With hangover and nostalgic feelings

Till another year comes around

And like the days in the past

Each day is a gala time

With songs and dances

And with customs and traditions all along

Blessings comes around

In manifold charismatic lines

When rituals has a say

Amid the dangling hours of complete mirth

As the lazy day waits upon the horizon

With lots of promises and prizes

For another year

As time flies in a jiffy

Without any prior notice

And without any commitments too

To the very day

Of another year

As we wish each other

The greetings and shower love

Without any regrets

The festive days

*****

MY LIBERTY

In my liberty

I take my sweet will

To sing along

With the wind

And dance to the tune

Of the soothing music

And breathe into

The open space

And shout across the hills

To form an echo

As the silent hills retaliate

To my nuisance

I simply roll my tongue

And tease them

Like a jungle animal

And in the evening when

Sun goes down the hills

I simply stare at the horizon

To admire the scenario

And to paint a picture or two

Of my imagination across the sky

And as the dusk appear

I silently move away

And take a backseat

To watch the simmering stars come by

And adorn the empty sky

With blistering joy all around

*****

THE FALLEN DIVINITY

For all the sincerity of her

She was denied a shelter

For all the honesty of her

She couldn't afford half day's meal

For all her chastity

She was declared a flirt

For all her tenacity

She was called a looser

For all her initiation

She was never