A Tapestry of Being

A Tapestry of Being

This poem reflects the central theme of life as an intricate tapestry, woven with threads of introspection, growth, and human connection. Each strand—self-discovery, societal observation, or universal truth—contributes to the larger picture of existence. The poem invites readers to explore the depth and complexity of their being while recognizing the interconnectedness of all lives.

Yes, I observe the changing hues in men when failures arise,
A hidden humility stirs within like dawn breaking through cloudy skies.

In each man, countless selves reside, hidden treasures lying deep,
We see glimpses of their light, while much stays locked in sleep.
We’re houses of riches, where latent gems await their time to shine,
Like the grass that springs to life, revived by the first rains’ divine.

Life reveals itself in vivid bundles, urging us toward its array,
Through people’s words and actions, we learn and change each day.
Learning, behavior, and styles shape how their reflections intertwine,
And in every rhythm of exchange, our own selves realign.

Genes within us shift their roles, a symphony of life’s grand design,
Silent stewards of past whispers, connecting present to a distant line.
A vast library lies hidden within, etched in the subconscious deep,
Qualities and vices, summoned by need, emerge from shadowed keep.

When urgency calls, we press ourselves into tasks immediate and near,
Yet freedom grants us space to roam, and pursuits start to appear.
Life demands we balance constraints with the vastness we perceive,
Choosing paths wisely, as renewal follows the moments we reprieve.

A quiet place for reflection nurtures the core of our serene being,
Reading connects the mind to ideas that are both felt and seen.
We measure opinions against truths, exposing ignorance or false belief,
Adjusting knowledge as clarity brings us solace, hope, and relief.

Koraput’s isolation beckons me to journey inward, toward my core,
To chart the depths of the hidden self, explore the unknown and more.
Thoughts rise within like tides, vast yet faint, from deep within the mind,
Few reach the true surface, though their roots in my soul entwine.

At times, rashness or folly appears, born from haste or bitter strife,
Actions untampered by wisdom leave a mark on the fabric of life.
Brutality, folly, and impudence emerge, like storms we cannot evade,
Yet their weight lingers, teaching lessons as the chaos starts to fade.

Life’s journey asks we check ourselves, reflecting on each step taken,
Every exchange—high or low—brings insights we might awaken.
When equality falters, dialogue breaks, leaving some silenced or alone,
But if minds meet freely, empathy flourishes, and connections are sown.

A life well-lived is the greatest boon in this world of pain,
A triumph over hardships, where fleeting joys still remain.
Yet many youths are trapped in toil, their potential tied and bound,
The past denied their paths, where support was never found.

Family and environment shape our fates, guiding the steps we take,
However, if lacking skills or opportunities, life becomes a bitter stake.
When kids are denied care, their promise fades before it blooms,
Lost in the neglect of early years, their spirits fill with gloom.

I’ve seen the faces of children in war’s cruel, ravaging plight,
In Gaza, Ukraine, and elsewhere, where survival defines their fight.
Greed and power steal peace from those too weak to resist,
Snatching rights from the helpless, as selfish ambitions persist.

Man’s progress often comes at nature’s unrelenting, costly toll,
Leaving scars on earth, skies, and seas, yet failing to fill the soul.
Though man ascends, greed eclipses the harmony life once gave,
Taking much, while other beings bear the burdens he should stave.

Life’s threads weave patterns both brilliant and dim, bright and dire,
Moods shape each moment, thought, and situation that transpires.
I long to roam the libraries of knowledge that the world contains,
Books, journals, and ideas that expand life’s infinite domains.

The self is like a spectrum, with hues blending in harmony divine,
From primary colors emerge the shades shaping your life and mine.
Balance is the key here, where every hue finds its rightful tone,
Creating a vibrant palette, where every shade stands uniquely alone.

While brooding, I draw from life’s essence, refining its design,
A continuum stretches ahead, holding truths yet to be defined.
I do not wander aimlessly, though the path sometimes feels unclear,
Instead, I seek meaning, charting the horizons I hold dear.

This morning at Sunabeda invites reflection, calm and serene,
An ocean of thoughts unfolds, limitless and unseen.
Without limits, I drift, seeking hope’s islands in this vast expanse,
Where life’s waves converge, offering renewal with every chance.

How pitiful to be ignorant, a stone unpolished, rough and plain,
Blind to the self’s true worth, bound by sheer pettiness and pain.
Rising above despair reveals remedies that inspire and renew,
Even small growths in life bring rewards that are beautifully true.

Good weather nourishes seeds of growth, latent options take root,
I am porous, absorbing elements that shape life’s expanding pursuit.
Within lies an ocean, at times calm and others tempest-tossed,
A compendium of life’s phenomena, gaining wisdom at every cost.

I aspire to be benign, carrying sympathy and generosity’s light,
Inspiring others to rise above, toward goodness shining bright.
Through reflection, I embrace perspectives broad and grand,
And life’s continuum flows onward, enriched by every strand.

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(Dedicated to Humanity on My Son Satwik’s 22nd Birthday)

Pawan Kumar,
24th December 2024, Tuesday Time 8:41 A.M.
28th July 2024, Sunday, 7:30 AM, Sunabeda, Koraput (Odisha)