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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Losing My Identity Card
of a wide ocean and wilder skiesPeople spoke thereIn languages unknown to usOnly two of us are in our mother tongueThat night I really travelled, too, farAnd never thought of retracing backI did not ask myself anythingWith excitement I kept walkingOn the beautiful oceanic wavesThough I lost my returning track.Yet I did not mindThen the…
I am,
The most obscureThough I am the kingOf my heart pureLive in a placePoor of the poorestWhat will you do,With my photo and face?I my self dislike mostI have a life most deprivedThough I am the kingOf my mind diamondWhat will you do,With my thoughts and ideasMy self I have no clueI am the most corneredThough…
At audience
Looking somewhere elseA step I come forwardAnd trying to look into his eyesBut from me he turns away his sightI come closer to look into his eyesThis time he raises his voiceBut closes his eyesAs he knowsHe is telling lies.
Lying awake on bed and thinking
Within minutes I am going to fall into sleepAll these are all right but if I do not rise up in the morningAnd thousands of years later find me the aliensOr the people of other civilization, deadNothing is weird in thisNor is this very surprisingNo grief, no pain eitherBut I would have gone with a…
It would be better for a man
That is this world isCreated by some one who isPerfectly perfectAnd He never created anything whichcould be a rival to Himso I dare not to stretchmy handsas perfection isa sole attribute He neverdistributes among His creations
I find a piece of paper in dilapidated box
It is yellow and has developed several creasesAnd wrinkles from its folds and perhaps for itsOld age it lost its lustre and appears too pale.I open it with care and thought it might beAn important document of my grandfatherTelling us secrets about his hidden treasureSand in my sugar, I quickly change my hopeAfter reading the…
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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Sometimes a journey
mirrors the journeythrough our lives.Our sufferings are like the dizzyingheart-Wrenching narrow passesthrough the ancient rocks.We simply move onuntil we cannotjourney further.And in acceptingour humanity as it is,the peak appears before us.
The Vedas have
God as body-lessas well assat-cit-ananda.We, the partsof the Supreme Being,have a body whichis material.Material meanswhich undergoesBirth, Old Age,Disease andfinally Death.God does not haveto undergo such a process.(Reflections as we read Vedic texts)
God works in
From the waywe treat ourfellow human beingsone could beforgiven forbelieving thatGod does not exist.Our world isravaged by war,man against man,woman against woman,child against child.The poor are dyingof hunger and thirst,the naked remain so,negativity circlesour world and thecries of human distressring in our ears.God has NOTabandoned us.WE have abandoned Him!(Written from the comments of the great…
God in His grace
times of darknessand distress to teachus important lessonsof His grace, so thatas we call out to Himfor help and strength,we discover Himto be our great Support,our merciful Provider,the Rock on whichwe stand and our holy,heavenly Comforter.
A body, sown in
is raised in glory.It is sown inweakness butraised in power.It is sown anatural bodybut raised aspiritual body.If there is anatural body,there mustalso be aspiritual body.
Invitethe divine
The highest orderis love and love is light.In this lightyou bathe yourselfand then you will knowyour highest self.
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gazing at flowers.
Translated by Robert Hass
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New Year’s Day–
I feel about average.Translated by Robert Hass
I’m going out,
make love.Translated by Robert Hass
Approaching my village:
but all the scarecrowsare crooked.Translated by Robert Hass
Having slept, the cat gets up,
to make love.Translated by Robert Hass
A huge frog and I,
neither of us moves.Translated by Robert Hass
Not knowing
the fish cooling at the gate.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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Id like to see,
Among the races,That ‘Human’ be,If we are superior, mentally,‘Rational’, as we’re told, born free,Then let Us try to get along,And we will see.What a much better world,This will someday be!
What do we love,
It’s not only their face,It’s not only their eyes,Above all it’s the Soul,That shines, identifies,And silently signifies,Love’s mysterious, flowing tide.
Fed up,
Don’t let ChameleonsFool you!Those that call others, racistsWithout fundament or reason,Are themselves the biggest RacistsThey drown innocence, truth and feelings,For, the truest and biggest racistAre They!Who want total control and power,But have nothing positiveTo give or say,As they attack othersIn a most false and despicable way!
This Solitude,
Broken porcelain, from Life’s bitter shelf,At moments your shadow crosses the room,The empty room,And I mistakenly think, I’ll see you soon.But nothing happens,All is the same,The emptiness of the empty room,I call your name,Nothing happens,Except, each time,The pain is deeper,And the tears don’t rhyme.
Blueberry Muffins, waves and high seas,
To the Land of the Bluebird, born from the Sea,To the Land of Love and blue fantasy.Let’s sail away for more than a day,Maybe Forever, will be okay,Leaving the world to its battles and crimes,We will always feel, we’ve left nothing behind,There is a new blue world that we can discover,If we’re always together, loving…
Curiously,
Travel, silentlyAnd we inspire one another,Poets feeling, other Poets’Poetry,But the warmth that comesFrom that invisible,Collaboration,Is as natural asCan be,Close to loveFor one another,Seriously.
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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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Silence hurts,
It can’t be cut out or eliminated,It just stagnates,In thin smoky-grey cloudsThat don’t rain or alleviate,The sadness it shouts out.,
If I can make you happy,
If I can look upon the stars,And wish good things to happen,Why should I wish for bad?If I could change war into peace,I certainly would try,After so many years have past,It’s time for War to die.
As a child,
The Moon and goFor a ride,Inside the sky(Hey, diddle, diddlethe cat and the fiddle,the cow jumped over the moon)One of my favorite,Nursery RhymesI also wanted to play ballWith the planetsAnd see what there was,Inside,I suppose that wasMy short lived, Astronaut side,Also wanted to Fraternize,With roses and birds,Nature’s honey slideBeing a child,With all the hopesAnd dreams,…
This is how it is!
And it’s always a missAll the analysisMakes you sick!You look out the window,Picture thisSnakes,More than you can list!When, whereDid everything, go wrong?In Heaven or in Hell,No one was able to tell.
I need no other richness
Plus all the written sweetnessOf that Love that is in me,For all blessed PoetryAnd a millionaire, I’ll be.
Those who have
For the rest of their lives,Frustrated, they’ll beIt’s like being a planted seed,But never becoming a tree.
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And so much hate,
Beware, time flies
And Love can’t wait.
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The only living creature,
That is totally yours,With a love and fidelityBeyond our understanding,Is your Dog,I Miss You So Much!Sandy……
From the infinitely small
Poetry does endlessly climb.
Emotionally,
In a passionless fashion,Of which I can’t boast,Surrounded by images,Nothing for real,A virtual life,Has no great appeal.Life lacking emotion,The warmth, human feel,Is a great empty ocean,Doesn’t even seem real.
I have to say what I have to say,
I’m just that wayIt may cause trouble,I don’t care,I have to followWhat I think is fair.So much injustice in this world,The Truth forever stomped and blurred,At least with language there’s a chance,To maybe, clearly at things glance,Sincerity, is what we need,Then Love will flourish,And Truth be freed.
We all look for approval,
Friends that blow hot or cold,Or never come around.Make due with yourself,Do what’s right and bounce,That’s what really counts.