Bagh Sevak by Kuba
Born to a world where chaos reigned,
Cursed to fester while joy was feigned,
I was not the one to join the fight,
My life was lived with clouded sight.
Forsaking life, forsaking me,
Forsaking what I used to be,
Repressing the darkness of what life had become,
My heresy was just ‘the way it was done’.
Honor lost, mediocrity found,
Destiny screaming without a sound,
Rusted swords and shields askew,
I lacked nobility my soul once knew.
Content I was to live this way,
A faithless being as cold as clay,
But the fire within lit a path ahead,
A path I never thought to tread.
A truth destroyed and a truth reborn,
I discovered the rose above the thorn.
Seeking the light amidst sunlit streams,
My soul had escaped those darkened dreams.
But I had not escaped the samsara,
My soul was tainted, bound by karma.
Not was I to be doomed by this,
I followed my heart to a higher bliss.
And so it was that I was led,
To reclaim pride that once was dead.
Like a man parched drawn to blue,
My soul sought out the love that grew
Tiger’s eyes tell one thousand tales,
I peered into life beyond the veils.
Breathing fluttered and my soul caught flame.
My destiny became mine to claim.
God has skin of flaming gold,
And eyes that weaken the strong and bold.
God was found within a zoo,
Behind a fence within public view.
I stood for days in awe of Him
While He showed me His sacred whim.
God was here and everywhere,
But in this form He was rare.
His friends are being maimed and shot,
Marked for death right on the spot.
Sacrilege with every tiger slain,
For money in pockets, for short term gain.
Greed is blind to living things,
It cannot feel the pain it brings.
Modern Judas cuts their coats,
Disembowels and slices throats.
I stopped to see the people there,
Walking, talking, without a care
Why do we ignore such evil acts?
Why can’t we turn to face the facts?
We push away the pain of a million miles away,
We may not see it, but it happens every day.
The blood on my hands began to sting.
I had lived my life without doing a thing.
Thoughts cannot erase my sin,
Thoughts cannot ease the pain within,
But thoughts are what the blacksmith wields
To hammer steel into swords and shields.
I closed my eyes and felt the breeze,
I heard the rustling of surrounding trees.
A pact was forged as I began to pray.
I took up sword and shield that day.
Ignorance is the tiger’s bane,
Until we know, our fight is in vain.
I sought out answers for what I could do,
Finding books on what the experts knew.
But books really cannot suffice
For the voiceless wisdom of a tiger’s advice.
Frequent visits and trips to the zoo
Inspired me and carried me through.
I showed people the bloody facts
Hoping they would follow my tracks.
Knowing inspires and gives you power,
It motivates you in your darkest hour.
Some resort to painful jeers,
To bring you down, to exploit your fears.
They want to see a hero fall,
They will kick you even while you crawl.
I will get up to meet my fate,
I will persevere in spite of the hate.
Holy prowess guides my blade,
I will fight for what humans betrayed.
But for many things I cannot prepare,
Other sorrows simply cannot compare.
How cruel it is that fate revealed
That the deepest wounds cannot be healed.
Whispers say that my fight is in vein,
“Tigers will die under humanity’s reign.
Tooth and claw, they cannot win,
They cannot pierce unholy skin.
Tears are flowing from bloody eyes.
Your hope is only made of lies.
Put down the sword and embrace their doom.
A world of steel grows in the womb.”
I had no shield for the pain from within,
Doubt had been growing from under my skin.
Feeling alone, I had no guide.
“What good was trying, what good is pride?”
Faith speaks out when need is dire.
Memories call out to truly inspire.
I opened my eyes, piercing the dark,
It was from within where I found my spark.
For flaming gold, for crimson skies,
For all the stories told with tiger’s eyes.
I defied with strength, my reason calling for strife
For love, for faith, for God and for life!
This is why I face all the fights.
This is the light in the darkest of nights.
For all the things that were given to me,
I will give it my all, I will answer their plea!
So, to all whom I have come to know,
I tell you my story and my hope I bestow.
Find your pride, light the fires within,
Do not despair in the face of sin.
Choose to fight for what you believe,
Cling to hope and you will achieve.
Faith matters not if you find your own key,
Just release yourself from mediocrity.
We will look back on the things we have done,
How we opened our eyes, how we fought and we won.
Stories will chronicle our unconventional fight,
How our courage and will were shining bright.
We are the heroes that they will recall
With tales of defiance and heresy’s fall.
Our souls will live on well past our demise
Others will see them in the tiger’s eyes.
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This is a bump of sorts and an encouragement for people here to share their works.
I recommend anyone wanting to read this most recent poem by me to first read William Blake's "The Tyger" from which I got inspiration to write this... I tried to do justice to a tiger's point of view on us.
Fate's Confluence by "Kuba"
Thunder sounds and fires burn Wind-swept mountains and dew-soaked fern Untamed calls that know not time Captured in this soul of mine
Veiled within a play of light Silent treading through seas of night Thou cannot know the sights I've seen The forgotten names of where I've been
Lest thou know one world alone Tending seeds of sin you've sown Still crafting spears that pierced my side My subjugation begets your pride
My heart still beats but blood runs dry Dare I say my end is neigh? What cruel whim, what cruel fate Would cast me through perdition's gate?
Thou hold the keys to grief's refrain While courting death, doom and bane Hath thy judgements craft been made? Hath thou clasped the sword or spade?
Recall the fires that doth rise In the deepest deeps and skies Fearful symmetry of work divine Captured in this soul of mine.
Beautiful Kuba, all your poetry. I read it and feel it because your words carry me into it.
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March 18, 2009 7:35 PM
That is so cool, Kuba, your writing. I have read Blake's "The Tyger" and personally love the piece myself. Have you read Ruth Padel's Tigers in Red Weather? Besides the cutting commentary on the state of tigers, it also has some neat tiger and tiger-related poems, including one by Mrs. Padel herself (who is a poet).
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Ooh, I just a chance to come by and read your works Kuba-you have the soul of a tiger. Tyger Tyger is my favorite poem-and Tangerine Dream put it to music years ago-it is beautiful. What a wonderful journey I took through your eyes and in your words.
Ooh, I just had a chance to come by and read your works Kuba-you have the soul of a tiger. Tyger Tyger is my favorite poem-and Tangerine Dream put it to music years ago-it is beautiful. What a wonderful journey I took through your eyes and in your words.