Poem 6

 

                        Worth Little More

 

                  Worth little more

                  Shall I speak to this rhyme,

                  The deep quest that left behind

                  Will more widely surrender to it,

                  The mercy shall pursue

                  Or might not, that doesn’t feet

                  My desires off to the way

 

                  Worth little more

                  Shall I agree to this rhyme,

                  But no surrender anymore;

                  May I speak not the truth

                  Yet despair, that mighty took.

 

                  Worth little more

                  Did I speak, shall I make;

                  No heresy to me then

                  It speaks no little worth,

                  But a little more, then

                  It would be completely

                  A worth little more.

                                                   -      IshikaJain

* This poem consists of three stanzas starting with a septet (seven-line stanza) followed by a quintain (five-line stanza) and ending again with a septet (seven-line stanza).

Poem 5

 

                            A Forever Defeat

 

           Defeat, my defeat

           The unethical desire I submerged to

           For which I longed to

           Hath come to an end

           And nothing remains which mend.

 

           Defeat, my defeat

           I vanquished with all expectation

           And lasted me no sensation

           This life too came to an end

           I’ll deny now anything that mend.

 

           Defeat, my defeat

           This sunshine proved today

           Thou art false

           Mine wert too insane.

           Today, the Jacob is me

           Only proved a forever draft.  

                                                -  IshikaJain

Key terms:

hath- has

art- are

wert- were

vanquished- destroyed

thou- you

draft- something remains unfulfilled

longed- waited.

* This poem literally consists of two quintains (five-line stanza) and a sestet (six-line stanza).

                                               

Poem 4

 

                    Shift step to mortal

 

          Death seems easier compared to living deadly

          When our hopes turn insane,

          when we turned insane;

          After receiving proof of nothing

          Presented in real we longed for

          Nor it make any reality, rather

          It doesn’t seem any presence anywhere

          Then our all hopes desire vanquished by

          Our impractical expectations.

          It is when our every thought ruins

          We defeat with a forever mark

          And is where death becomes practical…

 

                                                              -      IshikaJain

* It is free-verse poetry and based upon a practical view of life that reverts and vanquished all the imaginary worlds of the poet.

Poem 3

 

                     Time, a thief

 

                Time,

                It rested upon the barks

                Within creatures upon the mist,

                Whence it took into those stars

                Came seen upon an absurd gist.

             Time,

                To which all the assumptions standstill,

                Might rest until to take every will,

                That might It seemest that creepy hook

                Of manmade desires, until they look.

 

                Time,

                A thief of every perception rest untold,

                To what is dismayed but never took

                That is to see when it foretold

                But never suffice whenever undertook.

                                                   - IshikaJain

Key terms:

mist- a thin fog.

whence- from where.

absurd- inconsistent with reason or common sense.

gist- most essential idea or an experience.

seemest- seem.

dismayed- struck or taken with fear.

suffice- sufficient.

* It is an eight-line poem usually called an octave.

 

              

Poem 2

 

                             Silence

            A silence that largely heard,

          Evidence what utterly absurd;

          Rest in nature, not in words.

                                            

                                                              - IshikaJain

* This is basically a three-line poem usually called a tercet or triplet.

Poem 1

  

                          Amen 'em Vanity

 

          To this cause of human entity,

          belongs to no grace amen;

          Well to this mercy, thou pity

          On thy maze, ever marked vanity.

 

           May to this all distortions be made,

           but relied the none, to me heresy;

           Then doth no way revert may fade

           Thou shall trench art, nor shall mercy.

                                               -IshikaJain

 

Key terms:

Amen- so be it.

thou- you.

thy- your.

heresy- rejects the common belief.

doth- does/do.

* It is an eight line poem, usually called an octave.