Are you to keep yourself
Hidden?
You are the truth,
The rising sun here
With all lights.
The smile is yours,
The love is yours,
And you are pleased to
Reciprocate all.
You enjoy favoring
Devotion without
Any explanation.
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The darkness of the universe
So also, the ignorance in allIs being driven away by my poetry.All answers are there and with thatAll are enlighted here.My poetry are here to giveDevotional service to all.My poetry speaks aboutThe blazing fire of fear,That are there in hard labor,Disappointment, and death.And shows the way outFor liberation.
No need to describe
Relationship.No need to tell the worldCharity is there.How can you give anything,But success of lifeIs in giving.Giving what?Eternity!I know not,But be a servant, dear,And stay freeWith truth.
See and read
On your forehead.See the sun andThe moon togetherNear and far.Concord and discordAll together hereAnd fight as a warrior.Birds of so many coloursHere on this earthTo build your carrier.
Dear men,
On me or on my poems.If you have gutsCome forward to readAnd to digestThe truth mentionedThereinAll about you.If you think meGypsy, you are wrong.I am not gut-wrenchingBy nature.I am straightforwardAnd I have courageTo change youThrough my words.If you have gutsCome forward.Come forwardWith loveCome forwardWith humanityCome forward first,And if notJust go backwardAnd read not my poemsFrom…
I know not
Where you areHow you areBut I need youThe truth.The truth-We both are here,The truth-We are all clear.And yetWe all are invisibleAnd we areIn a state of horrible.
Uncontrolled mind
Both followed byLust, anger, greed,Madness, envy, illusion,And both are dangerousTo your life, remember,My dear men here.Be careful to both,They are not to beTrusted fully.And full freedomMust not be givenTo both.
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!
How long…
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed…
Was never to be opened.
And we parted to be friends,
Again!
Why?
Why do we do this to try…
Something not meant to be for us.
Why can’t we just forget this.
To quit it.
And walk away to stay that way.
And why?
Why do we hurt ourselves.
Hoping that no one else…
Will come between us.
When love was never there,
To trust!
How long…
Do you think we can carry on,
A relationship that has ended
Its mending.
When we once tried to begin,
Again!
How long…
Is a goodbye we said before.
When a door that was closed…
Should never been then opened.
To let heartbreak begin,
Again!
Tell me why?
Why do we do this to try.
Why can’t we be the friends we could have been,
Before.
Before we thought we had much more!
And what was that did we explore…
Before?
But then again,
Perhaps…
Our friendship,
Was never one that ended.
Since one between us ever did begin!
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Do you need someone…
And sweep your heart away?Do you need someone…To love,And…Say true love will stay?You know you do,Don’t you?You know you do!You know that’s true…For the fools.Do you need someone…To hold,And be your number one?Do you need someone…Who’s told,More love is yet to come?You know you do,Don’t you?You know you do!You know that’s true…For the fools.You know…
Some prefer correctness,
Some reject an honesty,If it’s not delivered as one accepts!Today most live to protect true feelings,With a hope no one offends!And they are the ones who disguise themselves…In pretense that never ends!
‘Who are you listening to?
The one that’s coming to office.’I’m listening to some old Devo stuff.‘The New Traditionalists’.Had it since 1981.Back then in the ‘day’They were calling this ‘new wave’ music.At first…I admit I was excited.Just the thought of the President of The United States,Actually ‘playing’ basketball.Not golf or tennis…But basketball.He’s coming in with a whole new set of…
There is no crayon box,
I should use to connect dotsOf your desires.What color would you paint my passion?And my quest to sweat with you,Naked and wet.When our temptations find us undressed,What color would you have our kisses?After I lick…Your neck, ears and lips!And when the climax comes and is done…What color would you choose…To whisper wishes,For more of it.In…
Caught up they are,
Degraded!They can not accept…All remnants of it,Are dieing quick.Trading luxuries,For the basics makes them sick!The acts of resuscitation…Is finding some snatching patches,To hide fast a devastation!As feeding greed continues to flow,Even though the signs showA reality comes to bestow on all…Self righteous stances maintained to aweWill not cushion the painOf a superficial existence contained.No pleas…
Flat, round…
That’s the only wayEveryone is getting it,These days.Happy Hour or not!And if it is…It will still be,For those getting it…To receive what’s coming,With or without accompanying pain.Numb or dumbfounded!From the top to the knees to drop.‘Don’t act like you can’t hear!You there…In the rear!Bottoms up! ‘
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Being
Deceiving!
And how long,
Can we keep strong…
When we’re receiving,
This pain.
Our heartache is all that remains.
And, we pay!
Just how long,
Can we go on…
Being
Deceiving!
For how long,
Can we keep strong…
When we’re receiving,
This pain.
Our heartache is all that remains.
And, we pay!
With wishes it all goes away!
And, we pay!
With wishes it all goes away!
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I am ‘not’ Indiana Jones.
And you believe I should probe,Until you find that act safe.And you have determined…It’s okay to share!Remember this…I am not an archaeologist.Nor am I into mysteries of adventure.Not needlessly.I am not the one who excites,In shared relationships filled with drama…Secrets of intrigue,Or buried treasure to discover.Oh no.I’ve already done the map routine…With other associations!If you…
Why should I want to be perfect?
And those ‘acts’ are commonly observed.With proper etiquette intact!Leaving many on the verge,Of being ‘whacked out’ and cracked!I’d rather be considered unusual and ‘weird’.At least I will always have something,Others believe I offer I can claim as my own.And left alone with all of its originality!Without one concern of my ‘weirdness’ being stolen.They will have…
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(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)To become suspected(Doo-doo-do-beep)To become suspected(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)To become suspected(Doo-doo-do-beep)YouSay you love meAnd youSay you’ve always caredAnd youNever showed me a reason…To become suspected.Doo doo doo doo dooTo become suspected(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)To become suspected(Doo-doo-do beep)To become suspected(Doo-doo-doo-do dooo)To become suspected(Doo-doo-do beep)And youSay you’re happyI can say,I’m doing well myselfBut youWont believeI’ve seen you…Sneaking with somebody else.Doo doo…
This one is for those,
But are afraid to expose,Insecurities they hold that smother.Take some time,And isolate your druthers.Don’t share them with your sisters,Or inflict them on your brothers.Cleanse your mind,Of judgements that you pass.Chew your food like cows do!And fertilize the grass.This will keep you real busy!To moo and graze…Will keep you off the pavement.And do your do-do too!Take…
A cooling behind benched
Retreating from a gameThat pleases…In a drenched uniform and cleats.With thoughts of additional strategies to play,On this day that guarantees a win and defeat.With an appetite to kick some ass…Missing balls long stalled and overpassed,And wishing to satisfy a taste with licks dripping!Feeling incomplete…In such a scrumptious heat!
The country was founded on racist principles.
And…Here it is in 2009,They seek evidence to defend their insecurities.And those who know this is what they do…Supply it.It is a game of sorts.Of a mindless kind.And harbored behind suburban walls…Most of the time.Whether monkeys are on the front pages,Of newspapers depicting ignorant images…To disrespect a loved leader.As a warning to feed the masses.And…
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put in place by the state
‘for our protection’
become the apparatus
of a repressive and
totalitarian state?
‘Oh it can’t happen here, we’re a free country’…
but children never know the experience of
their parents’ lost inner freedoms of the mind.
How long?
Start counting
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This first August week, the geraniums
they braved last winter, huddled like cabbage stalksso as to be inconspicuousto the meddlesome and sterile fingers of frost,then burst into abundant life, as did the pelargoniums,with a blatant generosity or hymn of praise as ifto prove some point we’d overlookedabout Creation.Last week, dead-headed like a battlefield,they fell back into themselves, exhausted,as if they wanted…
Do you remember
with all its magic,had a smell?Do you remember?Do you rememberwhen you first saw itand all your senseswent on full alert?Do you remember?Do you rememberhow everything about it –the scary learning,Dad’s careful teaching,the moment he let go of the seat without telling you,the first time you went out on your own,all these filled a new world…
Haiku’s wet ink
a warm heart
Of God Himself can no man truly think;
yet questing intellect oft scans the brinkof what of Him may yet, in truth, be sought;and if that questing grow to firm intent,it clears the mind of all that blocks its path;takes on a godly aim, all on Him bent,and sharpens our devotion’s godly dart.And yet, though God’s not thought, He may be loved;so, leaving…
When I was young
I thought I was no-one;when I was stillI thought myself empty;Now I am olderand become silentI am everyone;when I am still,I am full.*[leaning on Kabir’s ‘ghar ghar dipak barai’]
imagine angels.
out of the blue so bluestriking a treea few feet awayimagine a thunderstormremaining overhead all nightimagine a summer dawn arisingas if for the first time on the earthimagine cats and dogs whimperingas the ground trembleswith the approaching earthquakeimagine the equation for space-timethere in the mind as you wakeimagine the death of childrenimagine the birth of…
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before it starts to bruise
itself?
How long
may a heart stay vulnerable
before it grows a strength?
How long
must a heart wait
for another love?
How long
it seems
How long?
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My library door’s still open
and empty shelves waiting to be filledand on the table two or three new booksyet unread; but I’m done with poetry-reading now.I’m sleepy; I’m full of poetry;smell of poetry; taste of poetry;close to, you can hear me buzz..I can’t get the sound of other poetsout of my head.Sometimes it’s envy; sometimesjust annoyance, like the soundof…
Scrolling Wikipedia
this entry – scrappy and unclear –produced a new conception:referring to the standard quotestradition offers, to be safe,before the bolder modern thoughts,it mentioned ‘Plato’s Cafe’…imagination leapt for joy:dazzling hubbub of philo-sophy,sunglassed and gesticulating;strong wine, expressive coffee…or should it be pronounced todayas genteel afternoon café?or, workmanlike, the niff and naffof greasy spoon and bikers’ caff?but thanks,…
As you enter this quiet and peaceful sunlit room,
– as is intended – straightway drawnto that fine Persian vase which sitsupon an old oak chest, its lid, polishedwith the wax of love and years,a crack across it somehow speakingof trials borne and overcome;the tale of life, of time, of history, of lessons learnt.The chest – it’s cedar lined, as aromatic as memorywhen the…
Do come in. I’m so glad that you came –
share one’s pleasures and delights with.Some of my family think I’msome sort of misanthrope, hiding awaywith my collection of Chinese porcelain…I tell them, it’s the opposite – I feel thatI’m in touch with the finest work ofcontented men, creating some sort of memory ofperfection, for others to enjoy – I guessyou feel the same way…
My knees, my mind, my whole soul aches
around my kneecaps – it’s beena self-assembly afternoon.I’m not made for self-assembly:unwrap the components, layit on the carpet, they advised;and then? The postures ofIslamic prayer, cross-legged Hindu,Christian missionary position, noneseemed to work for more thana few seconds at a time.It proved an allegorical point though:I’m a sorry kit of self-assembly in myself:impatience, rage, resentment –…
Sometime it swims right up to the glass
opens its mouth, fixes me with a watery eye;a moment when we can exchange silent thoughts,about whether it’s better to be confinedin a tank, but free of all possessions,compared with the freedom to acquireso many possessions; or which of usdislikes the more, a dentist’s waiting room..nod and smile to know we both sharethat joke about…
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How long will you think about this painful life?
How long will you think about this harmful world?
The only thing it can take from you is your body.
Don’t say all this rubbish and stop thinking.
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Bridal Song by William Shakespeare
ROSES, their sharp spines being gone,Not royal in their smells alone,But in their hue;Maiden pinks, of odour faint,Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,And sweet thyme true; Primrose, firstborn child of Ver;Merry springtime’s harbinger,With her bells dim;Oxlips in their cradles growing,Marigolds on death-beds blowing,Larks’-heels trim; All dear Nature’s children sweetLie ‘fore bride and bridegroom’s feet,Blessing their sense!Not…
Sonnet 43: When Most I Wink, Then Do Mine Eyes Best See by William Shakespeare
When most I wink, then do mine eyes best see,For all the day they view things unrespected;But when I sleep, in dreams they look on thee,And darkly bright, are bright in dark directed.Then thou, whose shadow shadows doth make bright,How would thy shadow’s form, form happy showTo the clear day with thy much clearer light,When…
I Swear
I swear, since seeing Your face,the whole world is fraud and fantasyThe garden is bewildered as to what is leafor blossom. The distracted birdscan’t distinguish the birdseed from the snare. A house of love with no limits,a presence more beautiful than venus or the moon,a beauty whose image fills the mirror of the heart.
In A Vale – Poem by Robert Frost
When I was young, we dwelt in a valeBy a misty fen that rang all night,And thus it was the maidens paleI knew so well, whose garments trailAcross the reeds to a window light.The fen had every kind of bloom,And for every kind there was a face,And a voice that has sounded in my roomAcross…
Love by William Shakespeare
TELL me where is Fancy bred,Or in the heart or in the head?How begot, how nourished?Reply, reply.It is engender’d in the eyes,With gazing fed; and Fancy diesIn the cradle where it lies.Let us all ring Fancy’s knell:I’ll begin it,–Ding, dong, bell.All. Ding, dong, bell.
Sonnet 154: The Little Love-God Lying Once Asleep by William Shakespeare
The little love god lying once asleepLaid by his side his heart-inflaming brand,Whilst many nymphs that vowed chaste life to keepCame tripping by; but in her maiden hand,The fairest votary took up that fireWhich many legions of true hearts had warmed,And so the general of hot desireWas sleeping by a virgin hand disarmed.This brand she…