Saskatchewan River

i went by the Saskatchewan River

my new guru and an untiring comforter

this time, just to thank her

for the previous day’s lesson, my only offer

also for the quarter, much bigger

rise from the usual nickel

she gave me as i beat the trickles

of the spring rain, to explore her

further change for my soul

now hardened like a range of mountains

evolved through a long time

difficult to get rid of like the lime

deposited inside my kettle

that boils water

a generous gift

of the Saskatchewan River

henry victor     04.05.2007

two together

desperately i try to create calm

deep within the cave of my heart

while secretly surfing on the storm

whistling outside, snarling at my want

to beat all swirling inside my soul

treacherously betraying my spirit

climbing, combing a higher mountain

clinging to the goal, the gold crown

thus i carry within a single self

two corpses:

a stillborn child

and my own

© henry victor              18.08.2004

friend i seek

i need your friendship

more now, than before;

i feel my aloneness

and the much i have lost

without a companion to chat

to receive a timely counsel!

those around me are too busy

and carry their own grief;

when not busy, or not burdened

with woes, often they are fake!

be not far away; speak loud

to me, and clear, that i may hear!

© henry victor

posied to live

 

lion stalking for that running gazelle

leopard living for throat of a zebra

heron motionless at the edge of the pool

with quick beak prepared, poised to kill

hawk with deadly talons held closer

to heart, watching in the grass below

a large enough target to a quick plunge

and equipped to hold, poised to kill

surrounded by impulses for violence

i wonder whether i should simply

surrender to that principle: nothing

lives unless something is poised to die

© henry victor     03.03.2003

mount tops

many a mount tops i like to climb

to meet with Buddha, Jesus and Muhammad

also their kind, to stay there and forget

the varied valley i desire much

many a mount tops i like to climb

to float in air or to be transfigured

and erase the old wounds and memory

in mind and soul i had desired much

many a mount tops i like to climb

to ease my burden and drop aged

and excess baggage, to be envisioned

with a greater cause i desire much

© henry victor     03.03.2003

soaked in silence

she is either deaf

to hear that loud pulse

caused by my faltering heart

or, is extremely venomous

to sting with a single word

‘drama’, that made me dumb

to speak another word

like a father to daughter

but grace from above

or, from deep within

made me enjoy with ease

that silence above clouds

floating to and fro

aimlessly as a bitch in heat

while stillness from beyond

filled my heart with peace

© henry victor            18.04.2012

imitating the cougar

help me imitate the patient placidness

and the love that let goes

inbuilt in psyche controlling the strong

the swift, and the slender mother cougar

let the same permeate my mind and nerves

pervading my life even as i prepare

my only daughter for her life ahead

knowing, at the end i cannot live

my daughter’s life!

help me, then, learn my lessons

well from the truly self-governing

sage of the jungle: the cougar!

© henry victor     20.09.2003

soling the soul

you stood outside my door for so long

before i let you in; now, for you, i long

to keep you in my embrace, to explore

every aspect of your being, head to toe

i want my nerves to feel your heart beat

on my chest, an unrented bed in long wait;

it was actually due to fear of bed-bugs crawling

to suck blood from a heart that is pumping

but last night the very thought of you

created that most beautiful tempo

for both my peaceful deeper sleep

and nightmare free hike for a poetic soul

© henry victor

sneaking out

my youthful loneliness ventured

the aridness of the desert in search

of company transforming in my eyes

the wilderness into a paradise

with maiden fair and beautiful

breathing freely on my face cool

and then, hot air like inside my ford focus

on a wintry drive keeping my cold blood warm

awareness as was in Prince Siddhartha

unexpectedly crawled into my mind

disturbing my nightly peace

transforming the breath, the poise

into an unbearable noise prompting me

like a coward to creep out fearing

on the morrow i may rise snappy and cranky

preferring to rid of sleep and shiver in cold

© henry victor     15.12.2003

sun in midnight

i am

with me alone

my tea-candle lit

wavering,

gently

silence surround

but the buzzing in my furnace

and an oozing, a little noise

in my laptop

remind the working well

peace? yes

no peace? yes

that beyond is mine

my quest

understanding? yes

not understanding? yes

that beyond is mine

my present

emptying, that self-emptying

a self-esteem found in Jesus

walking to his tree

lifted high, higher than

any social ladder could lift my soul

if possible, before my sleep

with no dream and no blanket

wool, cotton or the synthetic

most ticks those that itched

my mind and body have left me

looking and searching for other dogs

leaving me to heal the scars

they left on the skin of my soul

i sit alone contemplating

that balm that removes

stain on my spirit

will i find, or not

matter very little

to me now

but i am looking

with that midnight

sun

that matter most

henry victor     05.11.2011

shifting my space

in days of my blindness

recompensed by rare pleasure

and fueled by ever-growing lust

i went into eventful spaces

occupied by men and women

with desire

and living for delight

but in these days of illumination

rewarded by a recurrent poise

and encouraged by an evolving

hermit within

i go now into empty spaces

not occupied

by deaf and blind creatures

dumb to transmit

the sacred within

henry victor     09.06.2003

a simple pleading

in your world every victory

i see carrying a defeat
wanting more
and bringing more!

teach me, therefore, the art

of living beyond that triumph
that i may spend none to shun
a potential beat!

pack my mind with poise

that i may walk the foot
in silence, paying no notice
to the throbbing of heart!

fill my marrow with calm

that marks that distant cosmos
that i never yearn
to journey, nor to fix!

make my eyes blind

both to tumult and success, detachment
that my heart may cease
the craving for more to find!