So many sound words
As there was a poet
Non -serious
Using only them
Without any sense
A complete nonsense
But have you ever heard
The sound of a breaking heart
It breaks like a mirror
And the images of memories
Are sent to the cosmos
Have you ever heard the sound of Recycle Bin
No reconciliation is possible
As it produces the sound of breaking friendship
Have you ever dream of breaking faith
It breaks with a cracking sound
When tablets of cyanides are spread in the wind.
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You may push me
But like the sun raysI will illuminate the pitAnd shake the oceanYou may break meAnd make me look like mudBut like a earthen tubI will gather myselfAnd grow the lotus flowerYou may throw meOr kick me hardBut like a rubber ballI will come backWith a great reboundYou may thinkI am a clownOr a house flyYet…
These witches are not letting me go
Weaving words into netNets into thoughtsPure and green, holy like themI rise up from my warm bed just before mid nightThey are all calling meTo supply a glass of fresh waterTo the world of thirst and hungerA gust of wind with a bit extra oxygenTo the suffocated, breathlessPeace of mind to the worldTorn with mistrust,…
My eyes are red and mind is indignant
You need not to bother them at allIt is true that I am angry and vexedAnd that is not with any one of youBut i am enraged and infuriated with myselfTo lead a life and just to sustainI need to go down and to such a lowFrom taking bribery to telling liesDoing conspiracy and spreading…
I am caught beautiful in your eyes
You both are not ready to give me upAnd I myself cannot choose one of youSuch kind of a doctored democracy here is practicedAnd schizophrenically both of you attach to it,But one thing your never understandIf I am your mother who to you are my childrenThey are your sons and daughters if I am your…
I stand – – – alone –-no pity
In this jungle—in this icy worldWarmth we forget, soul burns- – –Yet coldness we hold,Leafless fruitless bare we areYet jealousy we wear,
I lay on the side of my bed
for the flowersthe fig tree will bloombut night after nightI am deceivedI am given nothingMy only faultI am too much indulgentWith cheater hope
as believers.
We are ambassadors of heaven.
From the time of our rebirth
into the family of God
to the return of Christ
we are pilgrims,
passing through
a world of sin,
en-route to our
eternal home.
We have overcome the
enemy of our soul,
through faith
because greater
is the Holy Spirit of God
who indwells our
mortal frame
and empowers us
with His grace
and sufficient strength.
Greater is HE
than the defeated
enemy of our soul,
who is in the world.
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There can be no fresh start,
of any individual,group or communityunless we are ableto see and admitour own inadequacyand past failures.Once we begin to see,to experience and toadmit our weakness,then we can begin toappreciate the fundamentalprinciple of the spiritual life,that we cannot go a singlestep forward without God.
There are in the world
those resembling the rose,the mango and the breadfruit tree.The one bears only blossoms,the second both flowers and fruitsand the third only fruit.The one talks,the second talks and acts,and the third acts,but says no word.Do not ruin your fameby unnecessary bragging.(Wisdom up on reading Lanka Kanda)
Help others understand
of harmonious, fulfillingsocial bonds, thus growingand strengthening theirsupport networks andprotective buffersPromoting healthyinterpersonal behavior.(Graphic: Tina Tina saved to ArtsyInterpersonal BehaviourPinterest) .
You suffer inner turmoil
especially when you feelmisunderstood, and yoursensitive nature makesyou feel hurt and offended.You cannot toleratedrudgery and monotony.You long for freedomfrom restrictions and forexpression of your qualities.In all these momentsI am with you to helpYou out of your turmoil.
Tumhara bacha hoon main, Maa
Khuda ke farishte rakh gaye mujhe aapke kokh meUs adbhut Parlok se pariyon ka ansh chodkarMe khud nahi aaya tha tumhare paas, MaaVo Khuda ki chahat thi..Me khush tha apke pyar bhare dili, naram kokh meChain se sota tha meFarishto ke loriyo ke beech.Vo fariyaad karte rozMeri sehat aur sukhi jeevan ke liyeVo sone ki…
Dreams cry in me.
Desires are burning like fire in the air.Who will quench my thirst?Would you my dearest angel?(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive) .
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gazing at flowers.
Translated by Robert Hass
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Children imitating cormorants
than cormorants.Translated by Robert Hass
Under the image of Buddha
seem a little tiresome.Translated by Robert Hass
A huge frog and I,
neither of us moves.Translated by Robert Hass
The wren
Noiselessly.
What a strange thing!
beneath cherry blossoms.Translated by Robert Hass
In spring rain
yawning.Translated by Robert Hass
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Where does light come from?
Where is the Truth?
It’s difficult,
To always be living,
In a desertic fog,
Of misinformation,
No matter, who you are
Or what you do
Or into what system
You navigate, to connect,
You’re still alone
Misinformed,
Darkness seems to
Fit and serve,
History best,
While presently,
We can send probes
To mars
But can’t figure out
Political crimes
Nor who is behind
All the rest,
From the bottom,
To the very top of
The rotting crest.
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We humans
And untrustworthy animals,We get along better with our beloved dogsThan we ever will, with each other,Pretty sad, isn’t it, brother?
Luminous Love,
If found,Never let it go,The only true pathTo happiness,That Anyone,Shall ever know.
In this Ugly
World,Of lies and killer beesSome think they can doWhatever,Be haters,Act as demented flees,But Poetry says‘STOP’You have bledBeauty and goodnessLong enough!The time has comeTo put intoleranceAnd cruelty to one sideHave we learned nothingOf all the wars wagedAs fratricide?Cain killed AbelSo long agoAnd we still continueOffering the sameDespicable ride?Till when,Till we kill each other offAnd the Planet’s…
The whole world,
If it speaks to you,With words that,Conquer, heartsWith loving imagesAnd feelings,That before,Just weren’t there.
Stories, Stories everywhere,
What is it about Life, portrayedThat answers seen to always evade?
Poetry,
But not for everyone,I cannot really tell youWhat it takes to be a fan,But a certain luminosityAnd a dose of great sincerityWants to be passed on,Friendliness and BlessingsThat a poem leaves behind,Are like divine, heavenly colorsThat, so well, the spirit understands,In conjunction with the mind,And that speak to you and sooth you,As no other form…
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So much hate,
So very little love,
That’s why we have to ask
Who assassinated
Peace’s sweet darling Dove?
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Each bird is different,
Different colorsThat enthrall,That is what keeps us,In admirationBeing softly fascinatedDelicately infatuatedAnd loving them All.
Love makes itself,
It can’t be forced or bought,Like the perfume of a Rose,It’s origins, unthought.
Do good,
With love and promiseDo evil,And your own demonsWill accompany youTo the fires of HellToday, like it or notThat’s all I’ve gotTo sell.
The whole world,
Chocked withPolitical lies,Manufactured liesInterest, driven liesSanctimonious liesOne sided liesDeep, down rottenMurderous liesDeep down incredibleLies,That our happiness,Our CountriesSteal and destroyAs, all decencyAnd all DemocracyDies!Lies, Lies, LiesThat haveMurdered TruthForever,As the destinyOf humanityLies, badly beatenWithout any alliesTo save human rights,As justice and freedomAre devoured,By political,Lice‘Heroes’ of the worstKinds of political,ViceAnd people stillFollow and swallowTheir lies,Vote for themBelieving, theirLying…
It can’t be otherwise,
They never heal,Cupid’s broken arrow,A deadly feel,Love’s sorrow,Yesterday, Today,Tomorrow….
At moments,
And then,Even without realizing it,Desperately, loved you.I suppose,There are differentKinds of desperate loves,Those you can’t leave behind,And forgetAnd those you can’t live without.In both cases, its hard not toCry and shout!
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And so much hate,
Beware, time flies
And Love can’t wait.
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Life is strange
Once upon a timeWe were taughtTo share and teachWhat’s good,Kind and usefulFor All,Yet today,In the USA,I am ashamed to sayMany are taughtHate and disrespect,By the very ones,We wrongly, ElectAnd other contributors,Of slime and slanderThat only corruptionAnd evil, ‘Respect’!Time to get prioritiesStraight,Democracy is NotA free for all,Nothing of value,Nothing that willReally last,Can be gottenWithout work and…
In Poetry,
Every sentiment just right,Form a Necklace of well being,Made of beauty, sound and light.
Sensitivity begets tears,
To not feel at all,Than to feel and not be near,That, that cannot be,Never to posses the golden tear,Of love that suddenly appears,But then becomes a whisper in the wind,Now so far away, when once so near.
If you go,
I’ll become the cold Wind, shrinking to a sigh,I will fold up like a handkerchief’s goodbyeIf you go, if you leave me, I’ll just Die.If you go,Who will share my simple verse?Who will travel thru my Universe?Who will calm my everlasting thirst?Who will heal my dreams and my tears, dry?If you go.
I turned to you,
And I loved you deeply, like before,When in my younger years,We had met,With a passion hard to get,Thru material unrest,With a love, closer to obsession,Loving you now,More than anything else.
Envy,
The inspirational will,Of the poet,The enlightened fashion in whichPalpitating words, the pen does useMakes him closer in stature,To a splendorous, Zeus!