healing

healing i need to focus

i need to grasp

but it is a little stone

smooth and slippery

too small

for my oily fingers

to confidently grip

to store in my soul

but more colourful

and easily graspable

distract my eyes to play

with, tempting my fingers

but i remain resolute

to that stone, uncut

appropriating in heart

the healing to heal

henry victor      07.03.2007

get better in getting better

antibiotics for three, five

or even seven days as prescribed

cold tablets and some extra vitamin c

for a longer period

like other vitamins to build

my body constituents

but early rising and exercising

for twenty one days

to build a purpose filled life

and cultivate healthy habits

once this is achieved

still i cannot go to rest

if my goal is to become

a Japanese Sumo Wrestler

instead i must practice

constant kaizen

to remain a wrestler

daily wrestling

the world of decay

deterioration and death

henry victor      02.04.2007

untitled

in my little boat i have left the shore

and intend not to return

until i reach the shore

far beyond that horizon

and from citizens there i learn

the art of sailing in rough seas

in my small boat

with a hole in the bottom floor

gulls did declare the regime change

in my home town

and the fishing eagles, to me did inform

my house had been consumed by fire

but i intend not to return

to bury the dead

until i reach the shore

far beyond that horizon

and from citizens there i learn

the art of rowing in rough seas

in my small boat

with a hole in the bottom floor

henry victor     18.08.2007

burnt breakfast

my mind is inclined to do that good

and i labour hard, putting lot of my heart
but often ending with an effort wasted
throwing into garbage like my burnt breakfast

and it continues to pierce my nostrils

even in noon, reminding my lack
of awareness caused by my preoccupation
of another work that could have waited

i pray you remove all greed that keep

creeping into my heart, including hunger
for more work sometimes done in your name,
for your sake with no time for ‘awareness’,

an increased concentration of the One

that matters most at any given moment
to augment energy to complete the task
at hand; this i lack and from you i ask!

place me higher

your face i seek so intensely though often

i stumble around not knowing how to seek
your countenance more effectively and knowing
not exactly in what form i will see
your semblance before my heart will be content!

there is just one desire that is predominant

in my heart though many more may dash
like hundreds of waves dashing at the shore;
and that one is to have you
to my mind’s far-reaching fulfilment!

it is only in you and in your face

that i will find my perfect rest
from all these restlessness that stems
from my search for you
and your exterior expressions!

delay not to visit me with your distinct

form and content that will lead
to the transformation of my life
lived at present in many prisons
from which i am unable to escape!

release me from my prisons and protect

me from those growling dogs
around me snarling all the time they see
me, ready to tear me into pieces
considering my stand too radical!

place me high up on your hill

where neither storms nor floods
can touch me, or the enemy approach to kill
me to rid of all my unpolluted thoughts
emerging from my seeking your face!

 

i am envious

i realize i am almost, always, envious

of those who get away with all their wrongs
and i keep complaining about the flourishing
of the evildoers, forever scheming
and making no authentic reference to you!

i pray that you will teach me to delight

in nothing but in your sheer presence
bringing home your providence
the form and content i cannot dictate!

help me to be content with your will

that i may restrain my stubborn will
revolting against yours, insisting on my requests
that require not for my greater well being
known not at this flash before a further becoming!

fill my heart with peace that passes all perceptions

too human, too momentary, even if it is soreness
to my present mind incapable of weighing with care
the real gold from that which only glitters!

 

mediocrity

she runs with blinkers, changing

not her course, her dream
with him riding on her with similar
pads and becoming one with speed

like a jockey on the horse racing

a harmonious linking
of two unlike souls, one
from the surface of the earth

and the other from a cloud floating

but impregnated not with rain
a sure unproductive providence
together also a mere vapour

henry victor      17.04.2014