Perplexity
Time changes
Changes every thing
From truth to beauty
Every thing is moving
From love to morality,
Love is now a butterfly
From this flower to that flower to flatter by
This flower does not have
That flower might have the desired pleasure
This cave does not have surprises
That cave might have the wonder!
Morality is now
A make up box, a mask
A means to meet the selfish end
A weapon man made
Twist and turn to suit the whimsical trade.
In the periphery of divinity now men is the guide
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You Are Not An Ant
Having audible ears and sharp tongue
does not mean you can not be
deaf and dumb even
you can not see
the door
as the heart is
sealed too so you
want to go through the
window, the unnatural, path,
coward! What did you know before your
birth? Have you any adequate etiquette?
Did you bring here yourself by your
own self ?
Who has sent
you why and for what?
How can you forget! Once the poet
in me answered you as I love you, how could
I die! Ants, ego-less jumping on fire,
you are human being, says the
philosopher, where hills
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I am lying on the pyre!
I am lying on the pyre
A minute away from the fire
All things ready along with wood
In grudge across the river water increased
The last relative comes late and sees my face
Forget all in grief to cover my chest
Where lay the thousand wounds
For which I died a hundred deaths.
This is my last hope and honor so I cried
Oh cruel! Take away all but keep wounds secret
Respect my last right and please cover my chest!
The fire knows the taste of burning
The salt knows the taste of pinching
I know both as I got burning wounds
Oh clown! Don't shed too much tears
Never ever try to douse the flaming fire
As the fire will end my pain forever
The Water is waiting for me in the river
Strike the stick of the box, I can not wait
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Oh, Teacher! If You One Day Become My Student!
Oh! Teacher, Oh! Teacher,
If you, one day, become my student,
and I become your Teacher.
Before I teach you
I would bring the magic stick
to turn difficult lesson
too easy and systematic.
I would go from the road of America
to the kingdom of Athena
to change the pedagogy
to bring the Heuristic
project of John Dewy.
Before advising one social moral quality.
I would advice you to visualize one humanity.
To live
and let live
in harmony
explaining the bases of
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I want to make you cry!
I like You to remember me for ever
A man is here with out name and fame
But has a pure heart, no one can blame
He does not have nice face or good figure
Only With love and care he is very near and dear
That man is me and I want to do those works
Your heart must melt with those of my soft words
My smile always gives you happiness and pleasure
In your heart it will remain for ever as a treasure
I want to live along with you low and high
With pleasure and sorrow in the sky we together fly
So intense is my love and so soft my touch
Affection passionate intimate so much
My hugs are so warm, hearts and hearts rub so tight
I remain so close to share the moments heavy and light
You must ask me all these things, I do why
It is for nothing but when I shall say final good bye
I promise, at that time out of love I want to make you cry!
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Meeting with three
While I was walking on the roads
of Greece suddenly I came
across with the three
exquisite beauties
giggling,
talking
and weaving
very playfully but
they were very stern and
scornful with me and I was
very dishearten as they were not giving to me
and to my work any value whimsically
they put and knitted some fabric
for me, when I protested
they threaten to
give a cross
and cut
my
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Suicide
I can go any time
Any where, in any direction
Just like the shooting star.
Why should I go?
Did I know I was coming?
So I must postpone my early going.
I shall drink the moon light
And the sight of shooting stars with delight
I shall enjoy the nature's charm and grace
I shall rejoice the humanity's infectious face
I know after every pain there is pleasure
After every sadness, gladness
After every adversaries, an advantage
I promise I shall never bow down
I shall fight back and let my life go on
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Stair Case
You may have trodden
A lot of steps and
Read a lot of books
On the life of
A stair case
But when I move up
You step down
When I step up
You move down
The twist of fate,
At a point of time
We never reach
The meeting point
The blissful touch of love
And the soft kiss of peace
We catch
the stages
one by one
after we both left,
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I am in full dream
Long long miles away from you
Under the open deep blue sky
Besides the ever flowing river
I stand alone, and feel very lonely
My heart and mind is open to listen
The mystic music of nature deeply
the sound of the cricket seems to me
is the best, sweeter of the sweetest
Blowing of the wind is very soothing
The firefly dances with the singing
Of the birds, and the golden sun adds
Some colours, the call of the fox is like
Beating of the drums, the occasional sound
Of the frogs in the water is thrilling enough,
the his his sound of leaves raises my hairs
the queen, night, comes in along with moon light
I swallow the beauty with delight.
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Rotten cause frozen hard
Though we gathered together
on a principle but now rolling
off, a ball full of fire bulleting
sparkles repulsing each other
as the same poles disintegrated
like bristle dismantled shooting
star, as it did not have adhesive
power, the means, it is barren,
too, as we were here only for
the repulsion of another rotten
cause, did we have any self
glorification? Yes, buffoon,
we were proud of our falsely claimed honesty, a tool to raise to fall itself down as it has always that inherent quality to raise a finger against honesty itself, accusing of losing it, where as the rotten cause brings the bees together and never ask each other as long as they get bottom full honey in the flower, rotten souls never rise up to ask the cause of freshness of others, the same level the same feather crowded in to frozen hard beyond cryogenic to form a cohesive single ball to roll off.
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