Masks We Live By: Philosophic Outburst

By Raja Sharma

Copyright@2011Raja Sharma

Smashwords Edition

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Preface

Thoughts which always seem to be in the back of our minds, but are never truly brought forth to consider the beauty and rhythms of the natural wonders with which this planet, and Man, have been blessed. Until they are given meaningful substance--more than a vague recognition, at any rate, and laid upon the canvas of our lives. With images painted bright and true, the artist allows us to share in his delights, and to join in a celebration of all things good, great or small, some seemingly insignificant and unworthy, but when presented by the thoughtful and the caring artist, we are witness to the miracles of Life. And Love.

I thank you for this book. It is a very worthwhile accomplishment.

Frank Fields

Chapter 1: Masks We Live By

Donning masks of ugly sublimity

My smiles expertly conceal abhorrence

That makes up for coveted humility

Granting me disgusting welcome clearance.

Love entangled in masks of worldly need

Sobs and sighs in lines of Ibsen and Bard.

Fife soundless no wind to shake Lucy’s reed

Pope’s Belinda seen still playing her card.

Words of Walter n Frank ambrosia of time

Do reach me with subtle acquiescence here.

Many a smithy waits for blessing in line

Through book I admire many who are there.

What would I be if masks were ripped off?

Alone shall I go no one to see me off!

Chapter 2: No Woods to Stop By

The ultimate Sabbath of no return
Limbs numb, eyes drowsy, mind sinking deep
Eerie ambiance betokened now my turn
The end of my miles, and promising sleep.


Kinsfolk helpless, myriad expectations
Haply joyous a few, some deeply down
Fleeting moments assessing relations
Once I had her glimpse in her starry gown.


Would I exchange sublime slumber for life
So highly reeking of greedy human?
Why in those lovers' days of love n strife
I mindless poor one made this cruel time run!


O, sightless one! Explore with the sight here,
Be disillusioned, see things crystal clear!

Chapter 3: BC to Ad

Walk three Magi, time BC,

Morning star pursue with glee.


A Child is born to alter course,

Find to kill, use every force.


King H. proud in power blind,

Fear and death akin in mind.


Baby Boy then Man Sage Lord,

Son own human form praise God.


Dark minds philistine with fear

Crucify Lord with thieves near.


One Soul Divine missed say me,

Death gave time new page AD.

Chapter 4: My Dancing God

He dances; He revels,
His nature so excels.

You saint sad shroud,
Life taint mad cloud.

He grows; His flowers grow,
He sows this, cowards mow.

You cocooned mad saint,
Rue, be fooled sad paint.

He my dancing God Divine,
Grape shy trancing Lord in vine.

You cry His name all in vain,
Avarice, hate, then fall in pain.

He life bestows to live 'n' grow,
See, he bellows, Lo! kill 'n' throw.

Make His dance your rosy France,
Take a glance, my poesy dance.

Chapter 5: Humanity

Hear now a heart cries

Under worldly load it tries

Make a move so sorrow flies.


Ask with love a question deep

Now where is the Maker of sheep?

In you will find love to keep.


Tears, sobs, pain give clear clue

Sad how lone way out is through

Yes, living God dwells in you.

Chapter 6: Oh…World!

Don't let them do this to us!

Boom blaze burning towers
Cut cries crushing powers
Bring them back to us.

Don't let them do this to us!

Vacant window widow cries
Tumbled tossed toddler tries
Our sons come back to us.

Don't let them do this to us!

Big bellied boss smiles
Rival rivaled raven flies
Lost hopes now mock at us.

Don't let them do this to us!

Lord life love weep
Sinful Adam sunk deep
Make grass again seed to us.

Don't let them do this to us!

Chapter 7: Departed Tears!

Love held back tears

Heart weld at fears.


Black hat pull over

Grass short by mower.


Love nor beloved no

Decay hay plod sow.


Shower lessen the pain

Vain tears no gain.


Those smiles with tear'

Knew you were near.


Shock pain fear tear

Death pine mute smear.

Chapter 8: Poetic Priest

Fail to see Frost in a blade of grass?

Pray,ask thee a Tyger who Blake was!

Mingle the self to see Marvell's Glass,

Twinkle of Keats to give God in Brass,

Single thou, fold hands, bow, join the Mass.



Try to rekindle the fire,

See yourself out of the MIRE.

Chapter 9: A Tribute to a Forgotten Poet

Lay me anywhere you like,
For bottles sans wine don't amuse.
Say, let me sleep in dark night,
Cry you aloud, my ears refuse,
Image lost: poet recluse.

They cursed, howled, in a dim sight,
For words my own're lost in muse.
Dead poet now is shown the light,
Cry you aloud, my ears refuse,
Image lost: poet recluse.

Chapter 10: Then You Slowly Come to Me

Then you slowly come to me.
I will always be there,
I will always be there.

If heart-broken you are left alone,
Submerged in tears to sigh and moan,
When leaves of spring far and gone,
Humming birds now yonder flown,

Then you slowly come to me.
I will always be there,
I will always be there.

Now you are an ocean of glamour,
Many a lotus will grow in the manor,
When youth shies away from you,
And the mirror always frightens you,

Then you slowly come to me.
I will always be there,
I will always be there.

Chapter 11: Nothing Remains

Seed
of life
Sun and light
Learn eat drink grow
Enjoy the youth to zenith
Sluggish words decline
Step by step
Waning moon
Tomb

Chapter 12: Death of Poesy