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Ponder Awhile

by Mohit Kailashnath Misra photo Mohit Kailashnath Misra

Synopsis

Classically wrought in the ways of the sages, the beautifully penned and much-anticipated second print of Ponder Awhile shares the complexities of life as a simple and accessible dose of spirit and soul stuff. Author and poet Mohit K. Misra leaves no stone unearthed as he dons the robes of a mystic, though is plainspoken, lilting, and at times, playful with his language and words.

Written as Dohas or couplets, each stanza of the fifty-one poems found in this collection chases the glow of a new dawn of world enlightenment. Straightforward, uncomplicated and wise, with titles such as "Mother Earth," "Married to the Light," "Charity," and "Peace," the author examines and dissects the frailty of life, the inevitability of death and the most tender part of the stalk and the root. These poems are necessary, irresistible and evolved. Courageous in their simple message, God and His many faces are pressed into the window box for all to see and celebrate. The poet encourages introspection, deliberation, mediation and the search for deeper meaning. His poems of praise, poems of contemplation and poems of provocation sing God's praises, His justice and His grace. Knowledge leads to understanding, which leads to peace and, finally, to love. It is what the world needs—a little of God's love, the fabric, the sheer essence; the gems of the universe unfold on these pages. And we are, as readers, better for these gifts.

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Genre
Classification
Non-fiction
Pages
66
Format
Paperback
Language
English
Inspiration
God, love and light.
Dedication
To you, To the Saints, To God.
Publisher
Createspace
Publication Year
2009
ISBN-10
1419646729
ISBN-13
9781419646720

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Excerpt (posted with permission by author)

STRANGE


These lights, these stars so far away,
All I know is we call it the Milky Way.

Everything around is so strange,
The human is certainly deranged.

Success is peace of mind,
I try so hard to unwind.

We care constantly fighting like cats and dogs,
Reality is covered by some strange fog.

How long is this supposed to go on?
Before I go back to where I came from.

In this world we are all referring,
To sparks of happiness and flames of suffering.

The wise are so totally detached,
Pain is for those who are attached.