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Sunday, February 03, 2013
Friday, February 01, 2013
Becoming is ignorance
You invariably keep nursing, A thought of becoming something
What you are not presently,
At that point of time, 'n never you know
Whether you have become that something, which you want to become sometime before you keep counting
On the experiences, Of the left behind situations
And you are hopeful of this being helpful in shaping you to that, Which you want to become
You keep swinging from
What you were and
What you want to become, with no time left to you for assessing what you are
Being aware of; What you are is wakefulness
Being lost in; What you want to become is
Ignorance as every thing ahead is in total darkness
finally, i found .. Being is enlightenment but Becoming is ignorance
last update
You are on the move
Always
On an elevator
Or a belt conveyor
That keeps moving
Steadily and at the same speed
Since the day
You landed on this earth
And this winch or conveyor
Is driven by time
No one else is on your belt
Either ahead or behind
And you are the lone
Passer by in your elevator
Each second
This mover takes you
To a new situation
Unfolding to you
Shocks or surprises
Depending on what you
Have been expecting
Practically the next step ahead
Is in dark
And every thing becomes clear
Once you step in there
Giving you a feel that
It is all-continuous
With no break
And submerging you in a false understanding
That you know every thing that is happening
That will happen and that had happened
Once you move to the next scene
The scene left behind becomes hazy
And you will not be able to
Recollect the past events exactly
But you may remember
Vividly certain scenes and events
Depending on the
Pleasure or pain
With which they impacted you
You are always on the move
And nowhere you are stagnant
You invariably keep nursing
A thought of becoming something
What you are not presently
At that point of time
And never you know
Whether you have become that
Something which you want to
Become sometime before
You keep counting
On the experiences
Of the left behind situations
And you are hopeful of
This being helpful in
Shaping you to that
Which you want to become
You keep swinging from
What you were and
What you want to become
With no time left to you
For assessing what you are
Being aware of
What you are is wakefulness
Being lost in
What you want to become is
Ignorance as
Every thing ahead is in total darkness
Being is enlightenment
Becoming is ignorance
What you are not presently,
At that point of time, 'n never you know
Whether you have become that something, which you want to become sometime before you keep counting
On the experiences, Of the left behind situations
And you are hopeful of this being helpful in shaping you to that, Which you want to become
You keep swinging from
What you were and
What you want to become, with no time left to you for assessing what you are
Being aware of; What you are is wakefulness
Being lost in; What you want to become is
Ignorance as every thing ahead is in total darkness
finally, i found .. Being is enlightenment but Becoming is ignorance
last update
You are on the move
Always
On an elevator
Or a belt conveyor
That keeps moving
Steadily and at the same speed
Since the day
You landed on this earth
And this winch or conveyor
Is driven by time
No one else is on your belt
Either ahead or behind
And you are the lone
Passer by in your elevator
Each second
This mover takes you
To a new situation
Unfolding to you
Shocks or surprises
Depending on what you
Have been expecting
Practically the next step ahead
Is in dark
And every thing becomes clear
Once you step in there
Giving you a feel that
It is all-continuous
With no break
And submerging you in a false understanding
That you know every thing that is happening
That will happen and that had happened
Once you move to the next scene
The scene left behind becomes hazy
And you will not be able to
Recollect the past events exactly
But you may remember
Vividly certain scenes and events
Depending on the
Pleasure or pain
With which they impacted you
You are always on the move
And nowhere you are stagnant
You invariably keep nursing
A thought of becoming something
What you are not presently
At that point of time
And never you know
Whether you have become that
Something which you want to
Become sometime before
You keep counting
On the experiences
Of the left behind situations
And you are hopeful of
This being helpful in
Shaping you to that
Which you want to become
You keep swinging from
What you were and
What you want to become
With no time left to you
For assessing what you are
Being aware of
What you are is wakefulness
Being lost in
What you want to become is
Ignorance as
Every thing ahead is in total darkness
Being is enlightenment
Becoming is ignorance
Enlightenment of dead land
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
The shattered remains of my broken trust
Which has never been repaired
Because all this time I've been wounded and scared.
But if it ever could be done
I know that you'd be the one.
To show me people aren't all bad
and not everybody makes you sad.
You've made me weak and helped me grow
You've shown me things I've never known.
But the one thing I realized I never knew,
Is now I can't picture a life without you.
The shattered remains of my broken trust
Which has never been repaired
Because all this time I've been wounded and scared.
But if it ever could be done
I know that you'd be the one.
To show me people aren't all bad
and not everybody makes you sad.
You've made me weak and helped me grow
You've shown me things I've never known.
But the one thing I realized I never knew,
Is now I can't picture a life without you.
Thursday, January 31, 2013
Him or her
Her
Always there, Never bare, Multiply subtract, Add divide, Reading misspelled, Wondered if well
White for yes, Black for no, Always gold, Never known
All the feelings, In the world, Could never help, A lonely woman
Empty inside, Full out, Wanted more, Never a chance, A closed door, Never a glance
Sick, diseased, Apple, poisoned, Last salvation .. Never cure.
Him ..
Greedy Hunger, Always took, What she had, Never looked, What was behind, The closed door
Given more, Hated gift, Wanting to take, Open against, Hopeless tears, Stabbing fear, Tearing fate
Broken pieces, Bended rules, Never there, Used as a tool
Him or her
Extracted appeal, Broken seal, What he give is surly what he receive.
Always there, Never bare, Multiply subtract, Add divide, Reading misspelled, Wondered if well
White for yes, Black for no, Always gold, Never known
All the feelings, In the world, Could never help, A lonely woman
Empty inside, Full out, Wanted more, Never a chance, A closed door, Never a glance
Sick, diseased, Apple, poisoned, Last salvation .. Never cure.
Him ..
Greedy Hunger, Always took, What she had, Never looked, What was behind, The closed door
Given more, Hated gift, Wanting to take, Open against, Hopeless tears, Stabbing fear, Tearing fate
Broken pieces, Bended rules, Never there, Used as a tool
Him or her
Extracted appeal, Broken seal, What he give is surly what he receive.
Your Greed
Where there is a need
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed
When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed
Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married
We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed
I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead.!
There is always greed
A rotten exploiting deed
That manifests with speed
When there are mouths to feed
Read between the lines and take heed!
Lurking around is an Inspiring greed
Ready to take advantage and proceed
Even when there is no need to succeed
By now it is agreed, there is always greed
Our desire for more always exceeds our needs
Hence wealth, power and greed have always been married
We always want more
Sometimes I don't know what for
I read to understand what generation of breed
Has given birth to this senseless weed
Because life is a circle of endless greed
I urgently need to know, I plead
Who planted this seed of greed to deliberately mislead.!
Greed is a desire
Don’t embrace comforts, which will weaken you.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.
Don’t enthuse with ego, which will make loss big.
Unlike the cheat, being poor is not a shame.
Less wants; less sufferings, more happiness
Need is a desire; greed is a desire.
Desires denied, sufferings surface.
Need is met at ease but not the greed
Which is boundless with sufferings profound.
Friday, January 25, 2013
Sun
Every day, Sun rises with same bright
With it's behave, It makes every one excite
you can say It is charming sight
With it's politeness, you become delight
It is the magic of the Sun keep strong and tight
When darkness changes into white
It is true that might is right
Than same white becomes night
Sun always argue for It's right
Keep ready Itself to fight
It takes always balance diet
You can touch It as a Kite
Sun always rides at It's hight
But gives the poor and the rich equel light
Regular and punctual is It's flight
keep itself calm and quiet
With it's behave, It makes every one excite
you can say It is charming sight
With it's politeness, you become delight
It is the magic of the Sun keep strong and tight
When darkness changes into white
It is true that might is right
Than same white becomes night
Sun always argue for It's right
Keep ready Itself to fight
It takes always balance diet
You can touch It as a Kite
Sun always rides at It's hight
But gives the poor and the rich equel light
Regular and punctual is It's flight
keep itself calm and quiet
My best friend is mirror
Mirror is true friend of man, It tries to keep us in right path
Mirror is true reflector of everything, It tries to give it's true opinion
Mirror is sincere with everyone, It tells us what is sincerity
Mirror is faithful to every one, It never gives sorrow
Mirror is of resolute mind, It never gives you in distress
Mirror is true reformer of the world, It tries to make civilized
Mirror is very simple and straight, It never deceives you
Mirror is My best friend
Mirror is true reflector of everything, It tries to give it's true opinion
Mirror is sincere with everyone, It tells us what is sincerity
Mirror is faithful to every one, It never gives sorrow
Mirror is of resolute mind, It never gives you in distress
Mirror is true reformer of the world, It tries to make civilized
Mirror is very simple and straight, It never deceives you
Mirror is My best friend
Lonely wolf
A lonely flower in a field
A lonely child does not yield
A lonely star in the night sky
A lonely man gives up to die
A lonely car in a cold street
A lonely girl admits defeat
The loneliness affects us all
A gutless fight, a pitless fall
A lonely time in my daily routine
Sets the tone; a deserted scene
A lonely wolf under a lonely tree
A lonely soul, this is me
A lonely child does not yield
A lonely star in the night sky
A lonely man gives up to die
A lonely car in a cold street
A lonely girl admits defeat
The loneliness affects us all
A gutless fight, a pitless fall
A lonely time in my daily routine
Sets the tone; a deserted scene
A lonely wolf under a lonely tree
A lonely soul, this is me
Tuesday, January 22, 2013
You shoot me in a dream, you better wake up and apologize
My mind is a tree of growing dreams
It seems like it produces more each day
But with every day that passes
There is also a forgotten one
When you add all the forgotten ones
you get a tree that is dry
A tree with many rings
but with one leaf
One green leaf that appears
every day but also dries up
when the next day comes
When a tree only has one leaf
no one really looks at it
It is a tree with no ambition
A tree with only one dream
No one wants a tree with one dream
especially if it is never fulfilled
It seems like it produces more each day
But with every day that passes
There is also a forgotten one
When you add all the forgotten ones
you get a tree that is dry
A tree with many rings
but with one leaf
One green leaf that appears
every day but also dries up
when the next day comes
When a tree only has one leaf
no one really looks at it
It is a tree with no ambition
A tree with only one dream
No one wants a tree with one dream
especially if it is never fulfilled
Monday, January 21, 2013
pride is not worth the pride
Sleeping in the dark,
is a lot better than walking in the park,
true lover lost forever,
seems harder than defeating pride,
sitting on the cold wet stones,
lets you hear the faint whispers of your hopes and dreams,
slowly slipping away, Maybe is your fate
is a lot better than walking in the park,
true lover lost forever,
seems harder than defeating pride,
sitting on the cold wet stones,
lets you hear the faint whispers of your hopes and dreams,
slowly slipping away, Maybe is your fate
To pride oneself on one’s feat means
To evaluate oneself highly
And devalue others equally
Such like pride is not worth the pride
To evaluate oneself highly
And devalue others equally
Such like pride is not worth the pride
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Your Ego
You've got a big ego you do come on strong
You try to convince others your ideas cannot be wrong
There are millions like you in the big World out there
So do not feel precious since your type are not rare.
Our political leaders installed by the majority
But majority thinking seems dangerous to me
Since more rum ours of war and millions in poverty
And no future for the Stateless refugee.
To those of similar thinking we tend to gravitate
And a friendship with those who think different we've no wish to create
With an exclusive clique you choose to socialize
Quite arrogant as you are but not at all wise.
You've got a big ego and it also does seem
That you suffer from an over inflated sense of self esteem
Your thinking from my thinking seems far apart
Though red is the blood that flows through every heart.
You try to convince others your ideas cannot be wrong
There are millions like you in the big World out there
So do not feel precious since your type are not rare.
Our political leaders installed by the majority
But majority thinking seems dangerous to me
Since more rum ours of war and millions in poverty
And no future for the Stateless refugee.
To those of similar thinking we tend to gravitate
And a friendship with those who think different we've no wish to create
With an exclusive clique you choose to socialize
Quite arrogant as you are but not at all wise.
You've got a big ego and it also does seem
That you suffer from an over inflated sense of self esteem
Your thinking from my thinking seems far apart
Though red is the blood that flows through every heart.
Oblivion
When all is lost, there is still a memory, From which a new city can be built in a new world.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree, There is only the past and the future on the path; When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie; When the new city is built, it will be an abode, Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city, Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be, New light when all knowledge is swallowed and those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea, A city revived from memory and abroad; When all is but a memory, there is still memory. Those with memory will be wealthy.
Those with memory will be wealthy.
Oblivion cures the old wounds, and you must agree, There is only the past and the future on the path; When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Memory will save oblivion from a bad reverie; When the new city is built, it will be an abode, Bestowed by those with memory to make others wealthy.
Before the temple, in the middle of the city, Keepers of the fire all abided.
When all is lost, there is still a memory.
Fire will be born from night to be, New light when all knowledge is swallowed and those with memory will be wealthy.
A new rose will bloom from the dark sea, A city revived from memory and abroad; When all is but a memory, there is still memory. Those with memory will be wealthy.
Never let your dream
Kiss the edge of fantasy, lick your lips and dwell in the shine.
Enter the room of pink filled fabric.
Enter the room of pink filled fabric.
Drape yourself in loves comforting magic.
Dip those eager fingers into the pool of velvet blush and taste the erotica of loves fruit crush.
Take your extended minds and plunge into a passion filled ocean. Listen to the
sighs of loves rising tide. Feel the waves that tingle inside. Release your bottled pleasures, that electricity you're feeling.
Splash into the flavor of new passion and scream, I'll never let my dream
Take your extended minds and plunge into a passion filled ocean. Listen to the
sighs of loves rising tide. Feel the waves that tingle inside. Release your bottled pleasures, that electricity you're feeling.
Splash into the flavor of new passion and scream, I'll never let my dream
Saturday, January 19, 2013
A special world
A special world for you and me, A special bond one cannot see
And though at times a thread may break,
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.
The brightness of the sky Is meant to be mine
That brings a lot of memories in my life...
As a hope
the brightness of the sky should be there for the entire life
A special world for you and me, A special bond one cannot see That brings a lot of memories in my life...
As a hope
the brightness of the sky should be there for the entire life
Half and Half
Half the world lives, Half the world makes, Half the world gives
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates, Half the world runs away, Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is, Half the world was, Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies, Half the world burns, Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares, Half the world weeps, Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings, Half the world laughs, Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
While the other half takes.
Half the world hates, Half the world runs away, Half the world's late,
Half the world praises the day.
Half the world is, Half the world was, Half the world thinks,
Half the world does.
Half the world lies, Half the world burns, Half the world cries
While the other half turns.
Half the world cares, Half the world weeps, Half the world shares,
Half the world keeps.
Half the world sings, Half the world laughs, Half the world brings,
Half the world tries to be the other half.
Life is not the same
Life is precious like the sun rising over the early morning dew or a full Moon shining down on an open field covered with the first frost
Life is precious like the first kiss with your first love or like marrying your high school sweetheart
Life is precious like a hummingbird drinking from nature’s sweet nectar or watching squirrels playing in the trees
Life is precious like a sweet smelling rose or like watching new life busting from the seams at the beginning of spring
Life is precious during each changing season, like the first snow, the first spring shower or the first turning of colors at the beginning of autumn
Life is precious like the new birth of a precious baby or the knowledge of someone seasoned with life
Life is precious when you have a lamp post to guide you through the dark times, yet life can be fleeting when you can no longer see the light
Life is precious when you have a love that is everlasting that sees no wrong and is not judgmental
Oh,
Life is not the same when the sun doesn’t seem to shine as bright and the moon doesn’t have that shimmer
Life is not the same when your first love can no longer be seen, touched or found and life is not the same when the colors of that hummingbird seems so grey
Life is not the same when the roses don’t smell as sweet and the blooms of spring don’t seem as full
Life is not the same when the lamp post that has guided you for so long has gone out and you feel you can no longer find your way
Life is not the same when the everlasting love has ended and you can no longer reach out for it
Life is not the same when the change of the season is just another adjustment in life and you fight to enjoy the simple things
When life begins to feel empty and numbed by the pain of losing the love of your life it is at that very moment you realize that you are the one left behind,
Life is precious like the first kiss with your first love or like marrying your high school sweetheart
Life is precious like a hummingbird drinking from nature’s sweet nectar or watching squirrels playing in the trees
Life is precious like a sweet smelling rose or like watching new life busting from the seams at the beginning of spring
Life is precious during each changing season, like the first snow, the first spring shower or the first turning of colors at the beginning of autumn
Life is precious like the new birth of a precious baby or the knowledge of someone seasoned with life
Life is precious when you have a lamp post to guide you through the dark times, yet life can be fleeting when you can no longer see the light
Life is precious when you have a love that is everlasting that sees no wrong and is not judgmental
Oh,
Life is not the same when the sun doesn’t seem to shine as bright and the moon doesn’t have that shimmer
Life is not the same when your first love can no longer be seen, touched or found and life is not the same when the colors of that hummingbird seems so grey
Life is not the same when the roses don’t smell as sweet and the blooms of spring don’t seem as full
Life is not the same when the lamp post that has guided you for so long has gone out and you feel you can no longer find your way
Life is not the same when the everlasting love has ended and you can no longer reach out for it
Life is not the same when the change of the season is just another adjustment in life and you fight to enjoy the simple things
When life begins to feel empty and numbed by the pain of losing the love of your life it is at that very moment you realize that you are the one left behind,
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