It does not listen to me as a child does not to its mother
I talked to myself a bit yet I could not make it work
I thought I got to get it repaired
So I visited to a doctor who is expert in love
What he told me all is nothing but absurd
I returned with a broken heart and looked very perturbed
I went crazy and booked an astrologer
Nothing could he able to tell me to faze my soul but all rubbish
Defeated I sat on the couch and looked at the mirror
And called the reflection to ask him if he could treat my soul
What he said, after listening them I went into tears
Too rusted was my soul and around it gathered too much dirt
And how foolish I was and for long how I did not notice
All went wrong and my soul urgently in needs to be nourished
Now you might be thinking what I would do and how
Why, do you not get a world around you?
Look at the flowers or at the laughter of your friends
Or see the beauty in how your mother bakes bread
Beauty is everywhere; it is in a song,
in a poem, in a job well done
And you know nature is in the habit of making beauty
Enjoy it tenderheartedly and nourish your soul
I do it and I think I never went wrong.
So much water
To quench so much thirst
And kindles so much fire
Within its little space
How it manages
To keep so many desires
How does love become
Bottomless within its tiny
Room how does it hold
So much joy and bear
So much sadness
I marvel at its height
When it inflates
With the pride
That I am the owner
Of this tiny organ
Bean- shaped and bean- sized
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But I found after so much search and hard work
Human being is the supreme
Whom I belong to……..
Then how I could do the deeds
Which can be done by the lower species.
I have the great responsibility and duty
To uplift the human dignity
As I belong to the same community.
How could I believe in those ideas
Where my humanism is wishfully lowered?
I could not bow down to any thing, to any one
The planets, the stars, the moon and the sun
All are suppose to serve the purpose of mine
I have the intellect
I have the language
I have the dream
All are the entities…supreme
So I belong to……..
Super human being.
To believe in this
Fits the things
Makes me high
Puts me on top
Explain the idea of humanism best
No other things than the human being is the greatest.
Whom I belong to….
So whom does God make his friend other than me?
For all these super speciality
I am the supreme
I belong to ….
Super human being.
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when it comes to parking in a parking lot.
They ignore the one way system,
the entrance and exits signs
when they want to park their posh new cars.
If you point out their mistake,
they become quite indignant
as if that does not apply to them.
They feel they have the right
to do just as they please
and use the exit instead of the entrance
forgetting everyone else
who may have been
in front of them in the queue.
4 November 2009
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then I realise it is still there,
but in a different form.
Everyday we change a little
in our attitude for things.
One day we might hate the sight of something,
tomorrow we might love it to bits.
As humans, we are so complex
with our emotions and our life.
Some will take upsets
as just a matter of course,
while others will say
I had a lot of strife today.
We are very unpredictable
which makes us
very human of course.
21 May 2008
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Colours like red, blue, green all occupied
Yellow, brown and pink all well defined
Is it a colour which no eyes have seen!
Or is it that mind never perceived
I saw the colour of love in different shades
When a mother held her child
The colour was caress
When father held it became protection
When teacher held
It became learning
When he went with lover
It became sensual
When he grew old
It became wisdom
I saw through the prism of life
all the shades of love.
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So many, taking
Instead of giving,
And Love,
A personal misgiving,
So hard to find,
Its true beginning,
So hard to find
The vagrant heart
That will not let yours
Fall apart,
That will sustain you,
Love you, keep you
So well protected,
In Love’s Arc.