yet you want
to be surprised
and wondered
and when I say
”I can make you both”
You believe in it
Though you know
I am telling a lie
When you say
‘’I love you ‘’
I see in it
A big truth
Though I know
You are telling a lie
this is the world of lies! !
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You may ring me out
But from the dusty roadlike Maya Angelou still I riselike Alan Edgar PoeI hate I loveI rise I fall yet I fightAnd all I do, I do alone!if I see two roadsone is bent up andthe other is full of thornlike Robert Frost I take one less troddenand let it break into a new to…
Breaking sound is heard
a crow flew awaywhat lousy coincidence!the man untertreatment died
Sack of meat
Is not the spread of handsNor the kind wordsNor the toxic smileThough these have usefulnessYet will say it is not sufficeThe sack must have a headAnd the head ought to contain knowledge.
For every word you speak for a lie
I come back again as a handsome angerTo take, against you, a delicious revengeFor every drop of blood, for every deathFor every murder, for every teenage rapeI am a challenge for you and your every stepYou take under the spell of colossal greedAnd snatch away all from them leavingBehind Thousands of people poor and weakFrom…
Life is a song
Life is a poemKeep composing along with rhyme and rhythm.Be happy in delirium doomLaugh loudly even in gloom.Life is a sunlightSometimes dim sometimes bright.Life is a cloudKeep floating sometimes humble sometimes proudLife is a shipKeep sailing unbound in the deep.Life is a skyAn open mind,High and wide,Profound pleasure even in the uneven glide.Life is a…
When I was young
In a tea stall arranging the seatsLike a crescent moonAnd talk like a parrotOver anything on this earthAs I wanted to be eloquentLike the presidents of USAOr the prime ministers of Great BritainIn my graduationI read many timesThe essay on ‘friendship ‘Written by Francis BaconWhere he arguedThe man who lives in solitudeIs either a God…
treasure within
each human person.
It is another kind of life,
eternal and infinitely precious.
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When I am happy
it will not last.some misfortune will come.When I am unhappyI tell myselfit will not last.Happiness is on my way.
When a simple friendship
love is bornin the flameand the heatand the beautyof the flame.Love is friendshipcaught in the fire of God.(Graphic: Anke saved to herzbilder flame of love. pinterest)
Look at the spirit from
and not fromahuman’s point of view.Spirit exhorts usto be mindful.Every single personhas godly nature.There exists that vibration,that God energy.It is the light of God.Are you shining in light?Each choice we makeoriginates fromeither love or fear.In every decisionwe make, we aremoving towardsone or the other.
Those who hunger and thirst
Make right, what is wrong.Make true, what is false.Remake what is evilfor the good of the others.Thirst to becomethe one who is all-righteoushungering and thirsting forrighteousness for the sake of others(Ideas from the Sermon on the Mount of Jesus in the New Testament)
This morning i love you my God.
The rocky way was not hardwhile I thought of you always.You are my Lord and God.My heart will not come to peaceuntil I reach you my God and Lord.Thisholy morning I reached the top.I call you looking up to the heavens.I raise up my hands to you.Do you listen to me my God?Come and show…
But these former
pale into insignificance,by comparison withthis future bloodbathand carnage whichwill commence withthe four horsemenof the Apocalypse.(Ref. to Revelation 6,8,refering to themysterious textsin the Holy Bible)
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Jesus’ baby,
you know…
the one they found
in the dumpster,
down in the church cemetary
neath an unmarked stone…
the only ones
who came to mourn,
were three crows,
and two mongrel dogs…
the last prayer,
the falling rain! ‘
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if god had wings
and fly the vast expanse of sky.if god were water,he’d be a river,and forge new pathsthrough stone and moss.if god were fire,he’d burn away all the hatreds,and leave us to build again on ash.if god were stillness,he’d quiet all the fighting,and the world would singthe songs of peace.if god were flesh and blood,he’d be the…
all living things
Himself/Herself throughinfinite forms.how dare we differentiatebetween the sacred and the mundane!if you want to see God,look around you!if you want to feel God,touch the earth…touch the hand of a stranger.if you want to know God,live!
i get so tired
about suffering….but everywhere i look,all around me,people are hurting….and try as i might,i cant close my eyes,cant shut my ears upto the sounds of need and want.and i cannot be silentas long as there’s one personwho is not free,one person whose rightshave been violated….one person who is hungry,one person who is homeless,one person sick who…
we cannot be delivered from,
one cannot be healed of the disease,he does not acknowledge having…we cannot escape the graspof our mortal feeding egos…until we break the glass,and see the sky beyond,and taste it for ourselves.the primitive man discovering fire,the first living beings that movedfrom sea to land…the mountains the day after,the waters divided,the snail, the spider, the moss covered…
robin’s nest,
from scrapsof living.rainswept,the earth,a lover satisfied!shadows of the wheel,turn slow as the sun.tiny deaths,the spider’s web,glints in the light.the last barkof the mongrel dog,cups and plates stackedin the drainer to dry.forever, the book fallsto the floor.love tastes like rust,rust and burnt coffee!
if every stranger
with hand outstretched,could be God…how would that changethe way we think and act?if every word we spokewere our last words…what would we say differently?and if this momentthat we’re living nowwere our last momenton earth…would we be doingwhat we’re doing?
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And in nature
It is many.
And as you wish
You create
And what you create
Only known to you.
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Let the quality of goodness
No negation, but I wantPositive transcendental manifestation.Let pure and simple lifeBe here with me for all good.Give me power to tolerate all,And let me go with peace and properity.
Vote – a confidence,
Vote – never aCut throat competition.Casting vote,Not meanRejection of others.As usual,Rascals are there,But no one canHarm your purpose.All substantial,All not cruel,All truth-fuel.
Condition is miserable,
More and more material existence,Means sinful life.But truth, we have forgotten,The part and parcel of life.The basis of our friendship is body,And for this material nature is there within.
Doze not
About a dozen children.But listen to me carefullyI am one of themMy number is seven.I am sureYou are not dozy.Here I am also not ready toCalling you dozens of times.Believe meMy words bear all truthAnd we are all rowingDownstream.
My body –
The earth –Nothing but the water.The water –Nothing but the fire.The fire –Nothing but the air.The air –Nothing but the sky.I am the skyWith full energyAnd knowledge.And hereI discovered the truth.The truth isEternal,Imperceptible,Inconceivable.And the truth isThe only wayTo stay free.
Tumaku kebe bi
Kintu paribiNijaku santosa kariSatya sahita rahi.In Odia lipi or Brahmi script;ତୁମକୁ କେବେ ବିସନ୍ତୋଷ ପାରିବି ନି କରି, ସତ ।କିନ୍ତୁ ପାରିବିନିଜକୁ ସନ୍ତୋଷ କରିସତ ସହିତ ରହି ।This is a translation of the poemNever Be SuccessfulbyGajanan Mishra
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About that empty boxes
I want to say
And in a natural way
I want to express.
What to say next
I know not and yet
I arrived at the end.
I want to say
Very similar
What passively
You expressed
On this day.
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ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ୟ
ଖାଇବା, ବସିବା,ଶୋଇବା, ଯିବା ଆସିବାଆଉ ଆଶ୍ଚର୍ଯ୍ୟରହି ରହି ଚାଲିଯିବାଆଖି ପିଛୁଳାକେ ।କିଏ କଣ ବୋଇଲେ କଣ କହେ,କିନ୍ତୁ କାଟିଚାଲେ ପାଣିରେ ଗାର ।କିଏ ଖୋଜେ ସୁଖଯାହା ଥାଏ ଭିତରେ ।ସବୁ ଠିକ୍ ଯେ ପୁଣି କିଏ କହେଭାଷ୍ୟ ସବୁ ପ୍ରଳୟ ହେଲେ ବିସଦା ମଙ୍ଗଳମୟ ।
Snake has bitten you, dear,
Allow me to massage your bodyAnd treat youTo counteract the serpent’s poison.
ଆଖିପୂରେଇ ଦେଖିବି
ଶିଖାଇଛି କିଏ ମତେ କଣକହିବି ଭାବିଲାବେଳକୁମିଳୁ ନି ଶବ୍ଦ।ଆଉ ଏତେବେଳେ ନିରୁଦ୍ଦିଷ୍ଟଉଭୟେ ଆମେ।
But I am not,
Life meaningfulAnd significant experiencesReflected in interests.You are interestedBut I am not,Not a factAnd yet we bothDiagnose love.Love reforms life,Love – the valued guideAnd an instrument ofMeasuring time.
Three enemies –
Belly,And genitals.Be aware of yourOwn enemies,Dear men.
How to give,
What to give,We are to know,But when and where.All the questions areAlso related toThe words take.How to take,From whom to take,What to take,How long to take,We are to kept in mindFor the good of all.
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Just this one shirt
Coming apart at the seams
Love also is perhaps like this
Unclothing itself to sate the heart…
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১)
মোৰ তেজৰ কোলাত দিনৰ উজ্জ্বল গোন্ধ, হিৰণ্ময় ৰাতি |২)আঁঠুৰ ধুলি দুহাতেৰে মচি থিয় দিয়ে দুখ,তুলসীতলৰ গধূলি আৰু কৰুণ কৰে মাটিৰ ঢিমিকি পোহৰে |৩)উৰণীয়া চৰাইৰ পাখিৰ তলত নিম-দুপৰৰ হালধীয়া বাঁহী,আপোনা-আপুনি জাপ খাই আহে মোৰ গধুৰ চকু,নিজানে মেলি ধৰে কাঁইটীয়া বুকুৰ গুলপীয়া পাহি |
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শইচ-সোনোৱালী ভৱিষ্যতৰ সপোন | মোৰ জীৱনৰ আহেঁ আহেঁমোৰ যৌৱনৰ কোহেঁ-কোহেঁ সেই সপোনৰ কলৰোল |দেশে-দেশে দেশ আছে | এনে বহু দেশৰ অৰঙে-দৰঙেমই ঘূৰিছোঁ | বহু বন্ধুৰ সতে হাতে-হাত ধৰি ফুৰিছোঁ |কেতিয়াবা সাগৰ পাৰত, কেতিয়াবা খেজুৰ তলত, নতুবাপাহাৰতলিত খন্তেক জিৰাইছোঁ | বন্ধুৰ সতে প্ৰাণ খুলি প্ৰাণৰকথা পাতিছোঁ | তাৰ পিছত আকৌ আৰম্ভ কৰিছোঁ নতুন যাত্ৰা |এনে বহু…
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স্বপ্নৰ পাপৰিএটি এটি কৰি সৰি পৰি ৰ’লযেন পলাতকা পৰীৰ কৰবীৰ ফুল !দেহৰ হুলত এতিয়া মোৰলাগি আছে মাটিৰ কোলাহল;আৰু, অপসৃয়্মাণ ছায়াৰ দৰেসপোনৰ কোমল কৌতূহল !
নিৰুত্তাপ এই জীৱন, নিৰ্লজ্জ আশাত অন্ধ |
সময়-শানিত তৰোৱালৰ চিক্মিকনিতএতিয়াও জ্বলিছে এখন পৃথিৱী –দিক্হাৰা হৃদয়ৰ আশ্ৰয় |কলঘৰৰ ক’লা ধোঁৱাইএদিন আকাশত বিজুলী জ্বলাব,ৰাস্তাৰ কাষৰ এইজাক ল’ৰাইজীৱনৰ বাটে বাটে ফুল ফুলাব,ব্যধিগ্ৰস্ত এই নগৰে এদিনআকাশলৈ মূৰ তুলি চাবঃ আকাশ ইমান বহল !দ-কৈ উশাহ লৈ ক’বঃ বতাহ ইমান কোমল !!পোহৰৰ এই স্বৰ্ণ-স্পৰ্শে উজ্জ্বল কৰিলেমোৰ অন্ধকাৰ হৃদয় | উদ্দাম কৰিলে নিস্তেজ মনযি মনৰ স্তৰে স্তৰে চেতনাৰ বিদ্যুৎ…
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I
The orgiastic frenzy of a brutal sky.In the restive fields now rippleWave after green wave.IIThe white of the kohuaBreaks the lull of an inky sky.An autumn sky whispers –There’s a season for every poem.IIIIn every crease of descending lightA revelation.With every emotionAwakens a word…[Kohua is a kind of river reed with fluffy white flowers]
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Called Fantasy,
That consoles,
That makes you free,
And there is Love in poetry,
A warm breeze of Fraternity,
That embraces your Soul,
And keeps you company.
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The fires of Hell and Hate
Exploding in our face!Any distortion is good,To find for Power,The shoe to lace.Evil writes its own storyDrowning Truth in its shameless hateFor all ideas that spell goodness,It will be dangerously, too late.There are political forcesMade up of black and blue slateThat can destroy CivilizationsAt an incredibly fast pace.Beware of Political Planification,Of those that pretend to…
Sometimes you feel so empty
You don’t knowWhere to go,You don’t knowWhere to go,Or what to doTo keep up life’sChaotic riskAnd still keep livingToo!So tired of this,Long voyageSo spiritless, alone,Where jagged rocksAccumulateAnd solitude,Becomes,A second homeInhabiting,All passing winds,That empty spacesRoam!So tired, spinningThru the world,With empty heartAlone,Just looking forThe proper wayTo ease this vitalPain.Thru traveling windsAnd drowning rain,My pointless lifeRegain…
A time to live
What better couldOur fleeting days,Expect to beMade of,For without loveLife can’t exist,At least for someThat’s how it is.
We need to detach
From time to time,From cruel realityIt should not be ourOnly homeDream a little,Live and loveLike the RoseWhen detached,From its thornsLife is too shortFor trivialities,What you love,You should own.
If everyone left,
How happy we would be.Do no harm,Mind you’re own business,Don’t think you’re always right,That it’s you’re duty,To convince, with all your might,And to impose what you consider your fight.The World will be a better place,When we respect one another,And learn how not to infringe,In other people’s individual space.
Where do you live,
In the shadowyCavernsOf the subconsciousMind?Hiding awayFor fear of beingFound out, butGrowing fonderOf that personEach day,Yet, afraid to beDiscovered,And sent away…These impossibleLoves!These secretsThat are blundersOf the heart,That, without doubtBlock your willLike unexpected thunder,Because you have no controlOver Love,That you can’t liveWithoutAnd may haunt you,Forever!Stealing, the bestYears of your Life.