And if I should awake some day to find
My dreams spread out like sheets of poetry
Discarded, unread; workings of a mind
That leaped and fell at every boundary
Then what can I say but at least I tried
To keep my aim upon the truer course
And if at times I wandered to the side
I'll not add lie on lie with sham remorse
For after midnight hours with Holy Books
And a century of yogic disciplines
I'll still fall to me knees when some girl looks
And drink the night away with dearest friends
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Posted: Feb 2014
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A mould-shaped symmetrical bowl
has no character of its own
It's just like the mould-shaped others
and it is merely a clone
If the bowl is shattered to pieces
and the pieces stuck together once more
It creates a beautiful mosaic
that one cannot help but adore
The bark on the trunk of a young sapling
is just like that of any young tree
It is like an unwritten page
which is plain and ordinary
With age the bark gets cracked and broken
and acquires its own uniqueness
It provides a home for many insects
and becomes a thing of loveliness
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Posted: Feb 2014
About this poem:
Perhaps, it is because of the experience of being broken by hurt, and the suffering that goes with it, in whatever area of life, that we are able to experience greater depths of happiness at a later time.
Kahlil Gibran says:
"The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain."
Perhaps, it is within the very cracks of our brokenness that we can discover a new joy and beauty that we may not be able to experience if we were not cracked and broken.
I wish to dedicate this piece to those who have experienced acute pain and suffering in their lives, whether in romantic love or otherwise.
Remember the words of Kahlil Gibran!
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Falling in love for the first time
can be very exciting at the start
But such love is usually not long-lasting
and may lead to a broken heart
A person whose heart has been broken
seeks a love that is more mature
When found such love heals the broken heart
and is more beautiful and likely to endure
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Posted: Jan 2014
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The rugged bark of an old tree
with imperfection due to its cracks
is a wondrous thing of beauty
and it's the imperfection that attracts
We know that a star-shaped flower
does not make a perfect star
Yet it has a certain loveliness
that induces a sense of wonder
A hand-crafted ceramic bowl
because of its asymmetry
is a wonderful artefact
that is valued very highly
An old-time cobblestone street
has a unique charm and quaintness
due to its imprecise pattern
that gives it it's loveliness
Perfection is not easy to attain
and even more difficult to sustain
Beauty lies in imperfection
and they are a natural combination
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Posted: Dec 2013
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I am a pretty flower
all dressed up in blue
I love the falling rain
and the sunshine too
My mother is the plant
She feeds me every day
and keeps me looking bright
so I'm happy and gay
I have some friends
who come to visit me
one is a lovely butterfly
the other is a honey bee
I feed them with my nectar
and then they fly away
I tell them to come back
on another day
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
I wrote this poem for my nephew's eight year old daughter to encourage her to write poetry. She has an excellent command of English at her age.
Writing this made me recall some of the poems I learned at school as a child. I hope I have succeeded, at least to some extent, in capturing the innocence and joyful feeling of childhood. I also hope it would bring out the child in some of you; I would like your comments from such a perspective since this is a children's poem. Or perhaps you can share it with children, get their comments and post them. Thank you!
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Some folks like to complain
And are very fickle
They fume when rain is falling
And fret at a mere drizzle
Wild birds and animals
They all need the rain
Which gives them water
For their lives to sustain
The plants and the trees
And all the lovely flowers
For them to grow and flourish
They also need the showers
The food crops that are grown
To provide food for us all
Each of them would perish
If the rain did not fall
So please think of these things
Before you start complaining
And creating a lot of fuss
The next time rain is falling
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Posted: Nov 2013
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I watched a hatching baby chick
struggling to break free from its shell
that was its home for many days
but now was time to say farewell
Mom had pecked into the shell
a tiny hole to start the process
She did her part dutifully
Now the chick must do the rest
I felt sorry for the struggling chick
and could almost feel the pain
I wanted to break off the shell
thinking it would ease the strain
Then I remembered someone said
the chick must struggle on its own
to start its heart and lungs working
for it to become fully grown
I stood and watched as a miracle
unfolded right in front of me
All by itself the chick broke out
and stood there so cute and furry
There is a lesson here for parents
who are raising a family
Be protective of your children
but do not do it overly
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
I actually witnessed this event.
I wrote this piece after reading a poem entitled "Too Much Love Can Kill" which pointed out that several children from middle class families end up killing themselves through drug use or suicide after they move away from over-protective parental control which imposes a lot of pressure on them to be super achievers.
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"Be indebted and take the ghee
to the last drop," when said it he,
he did not mean that man lazy be
and the truth behind fails to see.
Be indebted and the ghee you take
to enjoy your life for life's sake,
not lazy man himself to make
but to remain ever awake.
Life is short and born accident;
water, air, earth, fire element
together with space do augment
the human life development.
On this earth if you are born once,
enjoy your life and gladly dance;
at other sayings look askance,
because for you there is no chance
to be born on this earth again.
Once this body is free from pain
of living, people say in vain:
Moksha the soul does not attain.
What remains after cremation?
How does not one get salvation?
With death ends life's crowded action.
So no soul is in operation.
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Posted: Nov 2013
About this poem:
This poem is based on the Charvak philosophy of life, the first of its category which originated in India in 10th century BC and which denies the existence of God and Soul.
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Miles and miles lie ahead
being even and odd at places,
having rise and fall on its ways
in the horizon the path mixes.
Unknown, sill unknown it is;
the path is still undiscovered.
it attracts me to be discovered
and I am a mad on this road.
The horizon moves away further;
the lonely path does not end.
Yet my cherished end unachieved,
and ahead have I to cross that bend.
Where leads it me? To a town
where man is a worm in gutter;
where man lives in empty din and bustle
without having his bread and butter?
Man is not a beast, but rational.
Why then they exploit us and cheat?
For us corruption covers them
under the umbrella of power to treat.
Here is no resort to take rest;
The lonely path lies ahead,and
I'm the lonely traveller on it
making my journey forward.
Come on my ways scenes natural:
lakes, forests, hills and vales.
Alive! Alive they are all
as I had heard in various tales.
A village perhaps is there
where leads me this path!
Yes, in this enchanted valley
there is at the centre of this earth.
Far form the noisy world, it is
amidst a calm and quiet atmosphere.
People are happy and of good nature.
Life is smooth and busy here.
It seems Paradise exists here.
Across it the lonely path lies further.
I'm the lonely traveller on it;
have to move through good and bad weather
to find out my own SELF, own nature,
like the path that itself differs
from place to place -- the most
vital lesson that it offers.
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Posted: Oct 2013
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