Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
God is dead?
Who says?
God is dead.
Here I see
Among the petals purple
And those three little ants
The divine serene face
in nature’s delight.
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Coloured smile
Abandoned in the wilderness without care
Yet she smiles in the color of the sun
Beaming colorfully with petals fresh
A great contrast between smiles
Of green and orange
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Monday, April 28, 2008
Obsolete?
Layers of leaves
Adds beauty to the path
Long forgotten.
Once it guided many
Now in despair
It is dying.
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Saturday, April 26, 2008
Tradition and Bond
Ages in penance
Firmly rooting
With love and care
In wisdom
Generations grow
Mingling with one another
To form a society strong
Against all weather.
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Monday, April 14, 2008
Selflessness
Forgetting the self
He stretched his food
To the rest;
His hunger and thirst
Vanished unto another’s satisfaction.
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He stretched his food
To the rest;
His hunger and thirst
Vanished unto another’s satisfaction.
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Sunday, April 13, 2008
Impeachable though impeccable?
The impeccable sight
Of the unseen consciousness
Is impeachable once it’s seen;
The lure of blunt insights
Is the blight of humanity,
In plight we still pray
So that our faith won’t ravel.
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Of the unseen consciousness
Is impeachable once it’s seen;
The lure of blunt insights
Is the blight of humanity,
In plight we still pray
So that our faith won’t ravel.
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Thursday, April 03, 2008
A look at life..
Ensconced in a regal posture
By the platform of the bus terminal
He eschews the looks of curiosity
As the on-lookers threw some coins
A measure of sympathy from the world around
To another lonely world by the platform.
His eyes penetrates the busy life
That presents itself in front of him
How many men and women
Rushes hither and thither
With bustling minds
To earn more and more
For a life of comfort and luxury.
He stares silently bemused
At somewhat artificial and superficial mankind
Who earns, to live a luxurious lifestyles
But the mind is always in a hurry and worry
And health becomes totally forsaken.
The beggar look alike, then slowly stood
When the bus he was waiting for arrived
Together with the rest he too a passenger
But a passenger, who tails a life of simplicity and gratitude.
He felt so funny to think that mankind
Throwing coins for him who sat in a regal posture
Completely immersed in contentment and
Beyond all attachments.
He smiles, alone
At the fate, deliberately imposed
By man on man
And blame God for everything.
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By the platform of the bus terminal
He eschews the looks of curiosity
As the on-lookers threw some coins
A measure of sympathy from the world around
To another lonely world by the platform.
His eyes penetrates the busy life
That presents itself in front of him
How many men and women
Rushes hither and thither
With bustling minds
To earn more and more
For a life of comfort and luxury.
He stares silently bemused
At somewhat artificial and superficial mankind
Who earns, to live a luxurious lifestyles
But the mind is always in a hurry and worry
And health becomes totally forsaken.
The beggar look alike, then slowly stood
When the bus he was waiting for arrived
Together with the rest he too a passenger
But a passenger, who tails a life of simplicity and gratitude.
He felt so funny to think that mankind
Throwing coins for him who sat in a regal posture
Completely immersed in contentment and
Beyond all attachments.
He smiles, alone
At the fate, deliberately imposed
By man on man
And blame God for everything.
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