And what is life?
To get love
Life is here, true.
But what is love?
And what is dear to us?
To get nearer to truth
Is love.
But what is the truth?
And who is going to
From where?
Who is alive
And how?
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I achieved
New lifeNew houseNew timeNew forceAnd all newnessIn meAnd I amBusy in all these.O sureI keep an eyeOn allAnd I feelAll supportive.
No long words
Life is as simple asThe air and the waterOf a dense forest.Let me declareLove-life the best.Let us harvestEverything newAnd see everywhereFull of pleasureAll nests.
Some asked,
Some other repliedYes, it is.Matter no solved here,The process goes on.Some others said,Zero is not a number.And the matterComes to a true poet,And the poet remainedSilent with no poems.Each one here understoodAnd expressed nothing.
Sleep not, sleep not,
It is well known, though,Both the activitiesSleeping and wakingAre illusory,Visible, though.Awake and seeWho you are andWhat you are doing.Awake and knowWhere is the truth,And what is thereThat is called absolute.
Our king wears always
To go to himWe are to wearWhite also.Our king dislikesBlack as we knowBlack is a colorThat embraces all,And our kingDoes not like it.And as we knowOur king fear black flags,And we are here to haul up.
Pleasing to all,
Reaction is a must,When you open mouth,Or you start walking.Worry not dear,That are but common,You are to go onWith full strengthOn the path of truth.Path is clear,Be confident and move,Move forwardWith love.
It’s being with the One you Love,
And never letting go.
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To get to the essence
How many moon crescentsHave to pass by, be lostHow many Seas, Crossed?Love is not easy,To the sky it may ascend,But as it tries to go higherMay also be irreparably,Hurt and Lost,Like a delicate flower,Love, if continuallyTested and harassed,Will make you loseThe One,You love the most.
What inspires me to write,
Writing to me is like a soothing potion,A session of psychiatric smoothing lotion,That brings me calm,And even if I never get things right,At least they have been put into motion,Thru this untangling of emotion,That Helps me, keep up Life’s fight.
Depressed?
Just look,Around you,At all the pain,Murders and DeathPolitical disgustPlanted,In the Eagle’s nest,But if you loveAnd have someoneWho loves you,There is nothingYou can’t do,Even having, a nice day,And helping others, too
Does Love Exist?
That targets the heart and the eyes,And annoyingly persists,In fabulating lists,Of wondrous defies.Is Love just a Mirage?A momentary vision,A delightful apparition,Of some mental decline,That thru solitude intertwines,Catapulting, the heart,Into Love’s devouring shrine,Do we live to love,Or need love to live?I really don’t know,But I think Love exists,On a level, sublime,Of immeasurable Bliss,That cannot be defined,Where…
Exercise in though,
Cannot be bought,Rhyme cannotBe sought,Love cannotBe whishedLike a CafeteriaDish,And if you areNot FrenchYou can’t createAn Ohh-la-laDelicious Dish.
Driven by stupidity, ignorance and corruption,
In a Nation of Fast Foods and mental obesity,Not all the Computers, nor dishonest men,Can ever, unfortunately,Make this Country whole again,Goodbye, America, Goodbye,Too BadGreat while is lasted,Now,Sad, Sad, intolerably, SAD!