Said to me,
Do you love me?
If you love me, I shall love,
Love you.
She said to me
So slowly and sadly.
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Go,
How the Mother is like,Go,Go and ask,What you’ve to ask forFrom the Goddess Divine,Mother Kali?
Jhumur,
I too swayed,Swayed and dancedTo the beatsOf traditionalDrum music.Jhumur,Jhumur songAs such the rhythm,BeatThat it making you dance,Compelling youTo shakeThe feet.
Construct,
To give your thesis,Anti-thesis.Modern,Modernist,Post-modnOr contemporary.
I like you, I love you and want to take you far,
There where the lovers go about dreaming,Crossing the fields and fallows,The highs and lows,Beneath the hillsBy the side of the rivuletWhich goes trickling down,Meandering through and traversing,Waters falling and gliding,Where the shepherd boys and girls go aboutGrazing the cattle.The marshland full of lilies, lying dotted with,The cattle grazing,Cranes and storks alighting,Settling down and flying away…
Sri Krishna as a child,
The colourful paintingsOf His?
An Irish Catholic,
A public intellectual,A critic of postmodernism,He searches for meaningIn contrast and comparison,Coding and decoding the things,Exploring the possibility of splitting,What it would mean and what notIf out of context, out of time-span,How would we take for,Do we connote with a preconceived meaning,Do class, caste, sect, opinion influence meaning?
i will disarm you!
God
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we who walk
of humanity…who know the tears,and name the sorrowsthat only darkness holds…who nurse at the breastsof the woman branded…who wash her hands and feetas she lays dying….who hold the orphaned childrenclose… taking their sickness….who pray with the murderers,who share with the thieves.who walk with the crippled,and hold the shaking addict….we are by them blessed….to know them,…
another page turned,
into the fire…time passes.angry people say angry things,things they dont really mean…not even sure who or whatthey’re angry at…even when you walk quietlybehind the plow, storms come!the paint on the wall peels,but the wall remains…dogs barking at the stray catin the rain… all the cat wants,is in! we are no different…none of us like the…
drinking silence,
the body i long for,is both fire and darkness.the land i go to,has neither walls nor shores.it flows with the oceans,and gives and takes!
i’m taking off this
worn, bent, and rusted.i’m laying downmy spear and my shield,taking off my sandals.let the flag fallto the dirt….fling the battle horn away….i’ve given every ounceto love’s battle….baby, i’m all in!take what’s left of this old man,or let me wither away…i’ve born your namethrough hell and passion;your heart held high,your spirit written in rain.be still, and…
listening to a kid
and was dying… talk…and all he wantedwas to be alive,to really live, … right now!he knew there was no tomorrow.how much we could learn,and how much more gratefulwe’d be… if we listened!
every time i reach what i think
happens…storms come, destroying everythingbehind me. the moon comes out, andi find another fork in the path.voices whisper, and tell me it’sgoing to be all right… just keepwalking…i find i own nothing, not even theclothes on my back… my memories,merely twigs for the fire.and what i thought i knew, no morethan tiny sparks in the darkness…so…
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For you know it cannot be,
There are wishes that remain,
An Impossibility.
Oh, I hate that very word,
That cuts you away from me,
As the day begins to bleed,
Softly, sadly, silently,
But as fragile butterflies,
Drowning in Life’s chilling Sea,
You and I although we try,
Cannot change our Destiny!
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A poem wants to be,
That together stick,Not just some candle,Without a wick.A poem wants to be,True spiritual form,Words that blend, not monotone,Language, feelings and the soul,Open eyes that know no ceiling,Words that are, you’re very own,That you want someone to read,Hoping, they will make them strong,Holding out your heart in hand,Singing Life’s perpetual song,Feelings shared in unison,Words that say,…
The Fog of Life has taken over,
Or is it all over?Lost in the crowds,No personal make over,Disappointing clouds,Seem to be taking over,What tempest is brewing,In human mind, yonder?Always we wonder,Always the question,Of Why are we here?Trying to guess the future,Ignoring what is,So dangerously near.
People are always fighting,
Each one of us thinks,We’re always Right,No matter what we say.
Concentrated richness,
Poetry, enchantress,Keeper of all dreams.
Art talks,
For peace and understanding,By love and creation,Making Beauty, its single Nation.
Much more intense,
Poetry, thus will defy,Life, Itself.So,Tell it to me,Not as it is,But as it can be,With flowering wordsAnd Melody.So,Tell it to me,Because you are Love,And you can reach our hearts,So we can see,The Secret Worlds,That hide behind,The inner Mind,That’s Poetry.