home of bliss,
subduer of
arrogance and lust,
and the false
sense of ego.
(Wisdom up on reading
Ramayana, Lanka Kanda) .
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Free in heaven
shifting form,always movingthrough the expanseof infinite space.It is wisdom,timeless wisdom.
Invitethe divine
The highest orderis love and love is light.In this lightyou bathe yourselfand then you will knowyour highest self.
When I am listening to you
that I LISTEN TO MYSELFIf I do not listen to myselfI will not hear you.If I do not listen to myselfI may distort everything you say.If I do not listen to myselfI may come to you withmy own conditioning.If I do not listen to myselfI may react to youfrom my own insecurities.
Satan’s aim
the redemptiveact of crucifixion,the one thingthat would openthe doors todeliver humanityfrom the graspof evil bydemonstratingthe power ofgood over eviland he broughtall his demonicpower to bearupon Jesus.
The reality
combination of strengthsand particular arrangementof motivational patternselucidates the uniquenessof the individual ratherthanconcealing it.
Christ‘s perfect righteousness
It is grace that has broughtabout this truly amazingtransformation and it isgrace that has providedGod’s wonderfully freeand undeserved favour.It is God’s amazinggrace that made usalive in Christ andby grace alone,through faith alone.In Christ alonewe are set free fromcondemnationand eternal separationfrom our Creator.
Of the book of agape
Full of pages of eros,
Laden with
Lines of romances,
Commas of pathos, and
Full stops of separation.
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And words are born,
The awakening ofa bud of desire in slumberbeneath the cave of mysteryat that hour before the dawn.Words are bornat those moments of rush hoursof memories lamenting andfilling nostalgia in and around.
A Spoon carries no weightage
Nobody bends before a servant!
Often I wonder
Do I live in?What am I and how longHave I been so?Who made me as I am?And next moment-ComposingOnly myselfI create my worldWhich I myself am.
Your signature of loving touch
The surge of time wipes.
Apes are the animals
Steal anything you eat.
ଥରୁଟିଏ
ମୋ ଆଖି ମିଶି ଗଲା ପରେ,ମୁଁ ନିଜକୁମାପି ଶିଖିଲି ।ତଉଲିଲିମୋର ସାରା ଆକାଶ କୁ,ଆକାର ର କେନ୍ଦ୍ର, ପରିଧି କୁ ।।ପାଲଟିଲିମାନଚିତ୍ର ଟିଏତମ ଆଖି-ଭୂଗୋଳ ବହି ରେ ।।।
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The fragrance of my poems,
The petals of urge-
To create and procreate,
To read and recite,
To fall in love with you
As I grow up and
Head towards
My grave of destiny
Of shedding
The remaining leaves
Off my tree of passion
For my lovely memories
With you
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Anger is a burning charcoal
And flames the being privately.
Apes are the lawyers
And try to win it.
ତୋତେ ଚାହିଁ ଚାହିଁ
ଶୁଖିଯାଏ କା ଆଖି ରସବୁଯାକ ପାଣି..।ତୋତେ ପାଇ ପାଇଚେରାପୁଞ୍ଜିଉବୁ ଟୁବୁ ହୁଏକେତେ ଓଠ-ହସ ଲିଭିଯାଏଚଚ୍ଚଗ୍ରାମ ସୀମାନ୍ତ ରେ,ବଙ୍ଗଳା ଭୂଇଁ ରେ ।।ତୋ ଆସିବା,କାହା ହାତେ-ଗୁଞ୍ଜିଦିଏ ପ୍ରଣୟ ଚିଟାଉ,ସୁଦୂରିକା ପ୍ରିୟା ର ବିରହୀ-କୋହ ମୋହ କଣ୍ଠାଶ୍ଳେଷ ପାଇଁରାମ ଗିରି-ଯକ୍ଷ ଆବେଗ ରେପକ୍ଷ ଲାଗିଯାଏ ।।
A man booked for torturing
A Galileo is set free.
What else
My birdie, it hasbeen the go,go of this world, my dear-A bird never belongs to a tree,But a tree belongs to her.Every bird awaits its duskThe dusk of its life,each passing daybefore leaving it for the day,To escape the bonda sense of response,Like tenants sometimesshed a tear-for the housethat they had hiredto dwell for a…
The season of colours arrives
The first brush of love.
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My existence,
The very essence of
My subtleness
The strength of
My bonding heart
The feebleness of
My soul desires.
You are
The limit of my
Limitless love for you.
The continuity of my
Ever interrupted,
Ever discontinuous
Efforts to unite with,
To be with
And without you.
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It has knocked hard,
On the doorsshut from within,Calling without a name,the winter has come.The winter has comeWith all the allergiesWith all the disgraceWith all the distanceemerging out of nowhere,this is no more a seasonof moments to celebrate,nor of moments to lament,But to shrink downas much as you canto the core of yourvery existence.
Like the Shiva and The Sati
Like the divine ChantsEmanating from some Universes-Unknown and undiscoveredWe had beenThe shadow of the shadowsOf lives, we had been together.The focus of the light andDelights from worlds anonymous!We were yet to be there,Yet to be born onAnd yet to be together! !
ଜୀବନର ସୀମା ସରହଦ
ଖାଲି ଖାଲି, ଏକାକିପଣ ର ।।ପ୍ରଣୟ ର ଅଲୋଡା ଘାଟ ରେଅନ୍ତିମ ସାକ୍ଷାତ ମୋରଅର୍ଦ୍ଧସ୍ନ।ତା ଵିରହୀ ଆତ୍ମା ର ।।
You are my teacher, Oh Mother Earth
And see them grow and prosper.
Once upon a time
nobody dared to rhymenor near him, sing.People far or near –those who know of Him,Never had the gutsto ask a boon like thing.Rude at heart as heangry with anyone around,Wise and famous fledleaving sycophants only to surround.His ears had sweetnotes echoing valour.How the universe waitedto run along with his order.Never did he know,tears down the…
During those searching years
Sans your shape,Sans your colour,Over the ashes-Of the pyre of separationOver the flamesOf my burning heart.All the memoirsSweet, fragrant and colourfulLike the springWere burnt.Flowers bloomed,But of course-Sans pleasure,Sans contentment,Sans fragrance! !
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Out of kilter,
Out of norm
And out of form,
Free, exciting,
Passion torn
Where roses grow
And verses flow,
Where spirit streams,
Infinite dreams
Where only poets
Want to go,
Where Love is born
Sometimes a rose,
Sometimes a thorn.
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Truth, Family, Country,
To lead a happy, decent life,To live in Liberty.Truth, Family, Country,The great American Way,Don’t ever lose those treasures,Never let them go away!
Poems are so varied,
That if they were made out of gold,The whole world could be bought.
Nothing has ever come easy for me,
They are my herds,My refuge, my passion,I revel in the waters of spoken thought,The surround sound effect embraces meAs if language were my lover,My Master, my only Hope.
Poets,
Almost everything,They are inquisitiveFools,Idealists,Sad Clowns,That put on a showOf words,PretendingAnswers, found.
So many dreams,
Wanting to be lived!To the utmost Romantic scenes,Life is a film,And I am the director of my will,And the Star of my dreams.
We are creatures of emotion,
But of all emotions we are feeling,Love may be the most appealing,So feel, feel, feel,And enjoy,The most fulfilling healing.
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So lovely to look at.
Some time ago
you took up residence
in my heart.
I wanted you
to have
the best chamber,
with less turbulence
and little flooding.
So you would be comfortable
in my Drum.
As it turns out –
you have become
a most precious
guest and treasure
inside me.
Lovely to look at.
So, I was thinking
of asking you about it:
Would you like to stay on
as the
Queen of My Heart?
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‘You have been’, said the matron
you’ll like it there, I’m sure.No one will really ever bother youfor very long, you know their timeand what comes with it, is limited.New faces, most are old, of course,come in each week, none smiling,but listen to my little secret now:All of them know it is end of the lineand have a habit of restoring…
I had a dream last night,
To dwell on dreamsit always hascreated undue tensions.I can’t explain the contents now,perhaps I never will.But I remember very clearly how,that all was very, very still.And Hannibal was ante portas.The dream then endedquite befitting,it was when in my veggie gardenthe Kookaburras started s(h) itting.And then they started laughing.
I live Down Under and report
was caught exceeding sixty-fiveon Sydney’s Sylvan Valley Drive.A copper stopped the Popemobileand noticed a Korean wheel.‘I did expect you to admireif ever you would need a tyreto pick a Continental brandit comes straight from the Fatherland.’The copper, Aussie, unimpressed,took out the pen from his blue vestand started writing a big finewhen Benedikt yelled ‘Aussie Swine,you…
A fisherman goes out to fish
Do not forget the lowly wormwho wiggles but stays rather firmwithout the worm the fish would stayinside the waterways to playlet it be said that any wormwhen out of air will twist and squirmand also, that most swimming fishesdo have their own peculiar wishesthey want to swim as they are ableand not be served upon…
I had, (this happened in a dream) ,
The cream was for my special drinkwhich tastes divine and looks like ink.Returning to my room I missedthe proper door (well, I was pissed)and found myself, though unawaresoon on the bed where two quite bareand ample bottoms were displayed,it looked like someone getting laid.I was not welcome as a guestand suddenly felt really pressedto organize…
Needless to say it would
as they all say, a piece of cake.There is no retrospect at all,nor holy-moly as a grand ménagepour les marchands, of sorts,je suis la reine d’alcool, mais oui,hau ab, du Schwein, der Teufel lebt.
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spilling from the mouth.
the lips of hunger,
swallowing the sword.
the rose petal fallen,
shaking the ground like thunder.
the beating sound of wings,
shaking the skies.
you are…
the block wall laid,
with skill and precision.
the smell of turnips,
boiling on the stove.
the cupboard door open,
a full bag of sugar.
clothes worn to revival,
drenched with redemption.
you are…
the bridge between, I and thou…
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lover, come!
i walk aimless through fields,down wooded pathsto where the water singsagainst the rocks!i have forgotten you,forgotten your name,forgotten your face!all that i have left arethe faint memoriesof smells and tastesand hungerand timeless indentionsleft by touch and feeland needlover, come!lover, come!through storms and battles,years of hardship and loss…through chains and bars and tearsnever cried, words never…
I am the tongue,
The fallen nest, the unnamed star.Conceived from dust,And forged from steel.I carry the nameOf bodies without faces.I bury the bone,And tend the fire.I wash, i bandage,I thrust, i stink.No more than stone,No less than wind.I am your heart,Calling your soul!
lips…
mouthing wordsin unspoken language.searching,groping for reason…trembling beforethe soft undersideof the shell.lips…bruised,and wanting,saying muchwith silent moves.lips…that pray,and drench loving,with the softestand hidden,bell of the hungry.lips…that cross bridgesand build stairways,from empty roomsto the warm beating heart!
which is more affordable,
to grow corn and potatoes,or manufacture guns and ammo?to make the medicine that heals,or to invade other countries?to build housing for the homeless,or to prop up banks that fail?to help addicts get clean,or build more prisons?to change the system,or to watch it fall?
empty water buckets
the old house falling downlike a tree sheds its leaves.the chimney stands cold,almost roaring with silence…and there’s still a markerin the back yard where we buried the dog.love yellowed sheets,and maggots in the flour.spiders march on the outhouse walls.empty mason jars that remember green beans,a hoe, and a shovel with a broken handle.ghosts walk cobwebbed…
they dress for the slaughter,
faceless and colorless,spinning webs of deceit.with tongues made of plastic,bony fingers on buttons.drunk on the rush,worshipping neon gods.pick your next president,sell your job in a blink.foreclose your grandfather,kill your son in a war.the american pinnacle,with eyes steeled by drones.they drink blood for breakfast,and oil for dessert.manipulating classes,the propaganda of fear.prejudice and patriotism,it’s all over quick!leaving…
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beneath the eyes of my heart.
words intimately spoken,
falling on an empty room.
the broken wheel,
left spinning in the dust.
the letter carried by crows,
to the snowbound north.
you are…
the faucet dripping,
the candle hidden in a drawer.
the sound of the spoon,
falling to the floor.
that pair of old shoes,
and a copper kettle.
the smell of perfume,
become the stink of time.
you are….
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my grandfather drowned
i was only fourteen,i took the call.in the whirl offuneral arrangements,preachers, headstones,and old hymns…too much was forgotten.he gave me my firstpocket knife, showed mehow to sharpen it….when i grew upi sharpened knivesfor all the womenin the neighborhood.i can still rememberhim taking me to the depotto watch the train pass by….when i see a train nowi…
pole shift?
or just the soundof the screen door banging,when you walked out of my heart?my finger feels nakedwhen i wake up inthe middle of the night….and the wind blowing the curtainstells me it’s true!
you do not have the right
i will not allow that.i am not an ‘it’, or a statistic,i am a man!
it’s time for the
to stop shouting:‘God’s casting His judgementupon the earth! ‘God’s not doing this!we are!take responsibility foryour own actions!
will my next step
heal the sick?give solace to the lonely?find housing for the homeless?help save the rain forests?help save mountains and riversfor my children’s children?stop the killing of whales?the killing of women and children?help eradicate prejudice?stand for freedom and dignity?bring hope to the hopeless?well… will it?
every time you stop to help
of the road… you’re praying.every time you go overand help your neighbormow his grass… you’re praying.every time you give a couple dollarsto the down and out personbumming in the parking lot….you’re praying.every time you take the timeto listen to someone whoselife is falling apart… you’re praying.every time you go and give bloodduring your lunch hour…you’re…
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driving desire is.
As your desire is
so is your will.
As our will is
so is your deed.
As your deed is
so is your destiny.
(Brihadaranyaka Upanishad) .
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The Lord our God
and yet in a wonderfulway, He has madeHimself knownto the children of men.He started to revealHimself to Adamat the dawn of timeand thus began theongoing unveilingof Himself to humanity.
Godis the fountain of mercy.
as the very incarnationof beauty enrapturingall of creation, animateand inanimate.He is the bee that dwellsin the lotus of my heart.(After reading Aranyakanda,the Hindu Sacred Scripture) .
Although the Lord
His people’s infidelity,He remains trueto His promisesand remainsfaithful towardsHis people.In His grace,He did not cutthem off foreverand was alwaysready to givethose who wouldrepent of their sinsan opportunityto return to Himand receiveHis blessings.
I hope that you
This nature is so lovely.Enjoy today in the nature.See the wonders.Exclaim to yourselfand praise Godhow wonderful are youthe creator ofheaven and earth.
God is there with you always
Believe in the presenceof God in your dark moments.Do not be afraid.God protects you always.‘He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death’ or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away.’(TheBook of Revelation 20,4in the Holy Bible) .
‘Happy indeed is the man
nor lingers in the way of sinnersnor sits in the company of scorners,but whose delight is the law of the Lordand who ponders his law day and night’(From Psalm 1: 1-4of the Holy Bible)(Graphic: 100 Bible Verses For Funerals Find The Perfect Scripture Love Free. Bible Quote For Death – Death Free Quotes – Free…
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Of my tears,
The living letters
Of my blood.
You are
The blue alphabets
Of the paper boat,
That floats on
The fluids of passion,
The wave of fusion
Or our carnal desire,
On the ocean of time,
Under the yellow sky
Of our separation.
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I see
Into the othernessOf the other.Into the orange ofThe empty lips thatSmile at my emptiness.Into the warmth ofThe wombs numerousThat gave me a birthEach time I was born,To my mothers over here,On this Earth,On all those Earths,Where you stoodAll alone, with a promiseOf a meeting, passionateOf a parting, meaningfulOf a life, worth living ofOf a death,…
Monkeys learnt to speak
And voiced their minds out.They sang their feelingsOf pains and pleasuresOf meetings and partingsEmerging out of their days.The tradition went on and onTill one day someone wanted-Again to store and preserveWhat some of them saidAs none loved to forgetAnd lose what once had they had.The Sun of Words had risenIn the eastern sky, thenIlluminated the…
Like a baby away from its mother’s lap
Refused a piece of land…A land of your own-Your Motherland.
The first walk is heart-throbbing
Shy cloud hides the moon.
Wrap the child
instead of noisy words,the heap of words thatpreach him,teach him, andsnatch happinessand spontaneity of lifeoff him.For silenceteaches betterthan words can do.Silence isthe mother of everythingthat occupies space,that resonates with time,that brings harmonyin all that fillsthis Universe-With essence of Truth,with fragrance of love,with urges to manifestin the particles of matter,in the petals of flowers.
At the School,
So many masters a day.My employer fromThe distant cityWho visits the School-On weekend days,On the day –I often promiseMy dearest wife at homeTo be at herBeck and callTo father my child over thereWaiting all week alongTo listen a songFrom his papaworking elsewhere.I have to please this manTo upkeep my jobAnd income round the yearsecured and…