That child, my mentor
That child, my mentor
Morning
On my return from the temple
After chanting prayers for half an hour
I was walking contemplating
On the contents of the prayers
Thoughts suddenly switched over
The chores ahead for the day
The places, offices and people to visit
So that days to come
Will go smoothly
I was ecstatic over my skills, knowledge and what not
And over my negotiating strengths
I allowed me to feel great and confident
That I will able to sail through my life
Independently and without anyone driving it for me
My thoughts got a break
A cycle bell ringing
And the cyclist overtaking me
But riding the cycle very slow and steady
Almost bracing my right shoulder
Just keeping its pace matched with my speed of walk
I saw that baby girl
Probably of three years
Sitting on the back of the cycle
With both her legs safely kept away on side footrests
Her long frock's glittering border fluttering
Apparently enjoying the breeze blowing across
And posing confidence
Leaving everything to her dad, who was riding the cycle
Waving her hands this way that way
And singing a song
Making me realize that she is the happiest
Among the two of us
I was awakening to the fact
That the prayers chanted by me
Just were mentioning this
Leave everything to God
And He will drive your life
He knows where to take you and
He will take you there safely
And that child moving away me
Whose face I did not even see
Is my mentor
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Bicycle
New world
New life
New model
I bought a bi cycle
It kept me well,
Saved my time and quickly
I reached my destination
Weekly I washed and changed oil
In the crowd I rang the bell
what a smooth riding
But when i stop
It dis balances
So keep moving
To enjoy life and riding!
poem by Abdul Wahab
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Bye on road
By cycle
Walking on
The road...
With two legs
Run...
Tow
Hands
Catch....
By walking
By cycle...
With bye...on road...
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Wild People's Wild Ride!
Just a bicycle to ride around this neighborhood,
Of six continents, mountains and thick woods,
A float underneath makes a hovercraft to sail,
Oceans of knowledge and wisdom parasail.
Not puncturable tubes on its confidant wheels,
Cautious breaks applied at every seducing tool,
That sells the conscience at bargaining price,
Love the cross continent tribes with no surprise.
Abundant of resources to be shared and enjoyed,
The games of currency, metal and commodities,
Weaken the money and devalue the affordability,
The countries pay treble and get halted financially.
Riding through the economic vault of universities,
Where the brains found out the principles of economies,
How far we shall go on this pyramidal lavishing,
Are, what we leave behind, more important than the living?
We have a cycle of life, not a bicycle,
Where the mended mistakes be amended,
A cycle of life be happy and enjoyable,
Riding through the tamed culture is pleasurable.
poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Un-Forgiveness (Break The Cycle)
It's a never ending cycle
That stems from generation to generation
The small child cringes
As he listens to the parents argue
That same child runs in fear
Afraid to get more bruising from his dad
Then you see him crying in shame
As his father yells how useless he is
Then it starts all over again each and everyday
He grows up thinking oh yeah I am a man
My father taught me well
Now I can be a man
He now has children of his own
Whom he beats up every day
He now has children of his is own
Whom he yells and screams at
Just like his dad
He now has a wife
Whom he argues with every single day
She hides from the world
Behind sunglasses of her shame
The cycle is never ending
When can you make it end?
First thing is accepting
The mistakes you made in life
Then it's mending bridges
That will heal the family right
How can a person learn to forgive?
If you cannot let go of past sins
The hardest part of all
Is to stand your meager ground
Let it be known and heard
You no longer bow to the cycle of shame
Let it be known and heard
You broke the cycle of shame for life
poem by Kaila George
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Pink Cashmere
Ooh, here I go again
Falling in love all over
Ooh, the cycle never ends
U just pray u dont get burned
Ooh, this fire inside of me
Dont nobody realize
Ooh, what u r 2 me
But baby u got 2 learn
Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
U got 2 know how I feel about u
How I always want u near
Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
Im counting every minute of every hour
til u r here
Girl, can u understand
I never used 2 go dancing
I...i was the kind of man who rather stay at home
Now, when I think about
H-how much I miss u
I wanna jump for joy
And thank him Im not alone (I am not alone)
Ooh, Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
U got 2 know how I feel about u baby
How I always want u near
Im making u a coat of pink cashmere
Im gonna count every minute of every hour
Until u r here (til u r here)
Here I go again
Falling in love all over
The cycle never ends (cycle never endin)
U pray u dont get burnt
Im making u a coat (Im making u a coat of pink cashmere)
Cashmere, baby, cashmere (u got 2 know how I feel about u)
U got 2 know (how I always want u near)
Yeah baby, baby, baby, baby (Im making u a coat of pink cashmere)
How I feel about u
How I feel about u
(Im counting every minute of every hour, til u r here)
When I get my arms around u baby (yeah)
So many things Im gonna do (pink cashmere)
Im gonna hug u (u got 2 know how I feel about u)
Im gonna kiss u (how I always want u near)
Like your, like your guru (Im making u a coat of pink cashmere)
I wanna tell u a bedtime story baby
1 u never heard before (Im counting every minute of every hour - every hour)
I said 1 u never heard before (how I feel about u)
About a girl (coat of pink cashmere)
About a boy
And all their joy
All the things they show each other (coat of pink cashmere)
How 2 stay in love
How 2 stay so happy
Baby girl (coat of pink cashmere)
So many things
So many things
Im gonna do
Cant u come 2 me? (coat of pink cashmere)
Cant u get 2 me?
Im gonna make gonna Im gonna gonna gonna onna
Im gonna make a little pretty pink coat of cashmere
Cuz uve got 2 know
How I feel about u babe
How I feel about u babe
Im gonna make a little pretty coat
Im gonna count every second, every minute
Each and every hour of every day
til u come on back
Come on back
2 your little man
Gonna make u a coat of cashmere baby
song performed by by Prince
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Sunday Cycle Rides
Quite often, on a Sunday morning,
Dad and I would take a cycle ride.
Up the steep hills, we would struggle,
But, down them, we would glide.
We’d cycle to villages like Monxton,
Abbott’s Ann and St Mary Bourne.
We’d pass fields of lowing cattle,
As well as fields of golden corn.
Once, as we were passing some sheep,
I gently applied my brakes and stopped.
I stood watching the cute little lambs,
As they leapt, and jumped, and hopped.
We would cycle along the back roads,
And whiz along winding, country lanes.
I felt happy enough when the sun was out,
But not so much so, when it began to rain.
Along the roads, we’d pass babbling brooks,
And horses with rhythmic clip-clopping hooves.
We’d pass village greens with duck ponds,
And pretty little cottages with thatched roofs.
But our cycle rides abruptly came to an end,
When, one day, my Dad suddenly died.
Nowadays, I don’t even own a bicycle,
But I really miss our Sunday cycle rides.
poem by Angela Wybrow
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My Car
I love my
Car...
My car...
Is only
Two weels...
No want petrole...
No want Bio- gas...
Two member only
Travel my car...
Every wear...
Every side...
My car move and move...
Run and run...
with my leg speed...
I was play my car...
Each every day...
Another's called my car name
Was cycle...
I was lovengely calling car...
Yes...
Cycle is my car...
What is your car...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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The Never-ending Cycle
Time is a never-ending cycle
in this life of ours.
It moves with quick rapidity
in our pleasurable hours.
It drags along in slowed down seconds
and takes away our powers.
It amuses and it bruises
and repeats its same old scene.
We quicken with laughter and ache with tears
and wonder 'What does this mean? '
The question is ingrained in us
in a cycle that's never ending.
The only answer I can find
is the cycle is mind-bending.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Road
Bye cycle
Walking...
Moter cycle
Running...
Car
Swimming...
Trees and
Bulding only
Standing...!
poem by Otteri Selvakumar
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Life Is A Circle.
It isa circle, from birth
To death ending up in cries,
Of arrival and departure,
The soul may even go round
In cirle frm deat to birth
In another for the cycle
to continue as believed
In the eadt as per
Our deeds entering
The cycle like animnals,
Birds, other beings,
Keeping the soul in tact,
So we must be careful
As per the myth to do
Good deeds only,
To rebirth again as humans,
Though to be battered
By our own emotions,
And suffer through human life cycle.
Ravikiran Arakkal
poem by Ravikiran Arakkal
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My Cycle Days
The childhood days
which were full of craze.
i spent my day,
fighting with my cycle,
i just hate it.
hating them,
still making them best friend,
this makes my childhood days my cycle days.
poem by Aashka Thakkar
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We forget that the water cycle and the life cycle are one.
quote by Jacques Yves Cousteau
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ERIS and DYSNOMIA
Darker side of Christ Child and Mary
This unholy mother and lawless child
Speed now toward beleaguered Earth
To repeat a Great Cycle, before exiled
(Mayan and Hopi prophecies fulfilled)
ROTMS
poem by Ray Lucero
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It Aint Like That
There I was, laid out on a table
Screamin sweat and bare feet to the floor
In my life, Id not soften
Things that cut, and burn so often
But I sit, think of somethin
Scared to face, the dyin nothin
See the cycle Ive waited for
It aint like that anymore
Where I go is when I feel Im able
How I fight is why Im feelin sore
In my sight, not forgotten
Feel as though, a tooth were rotten
Behind the smile, a tongue thats slippin
Buzzards cry, when flesh is rippin
See the cycle Ive waited for
It aint like that anymore
Here I sit writing on the paper
Trying to think of words you cant ignore
In my eyes, what Im lacking
Score at face, a ten for slacking
Sign the deal, set in motion
Smaller fish, so huge the ocean
See the cycle Ive waited for
It aint like that anymore
song performed by by Alice In Chains
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Slow Down
Lost the time to live no time to take
caught in a cycle that won't give you a break
tensions running high I can see it in your eyes
you call that success I call it a lie
Slow down
I've got to slow down cause I want
to see all of what this world has to offer me
take a break appreciate
before this lifetime slips away
Slow down
try to think back a long time ago
when life was for living and the pace was slow
wasn't it worth itWill you stay
I hope I don't let it slip away
Slow down
song performed by by Youth Of Today
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A Description Of Sunrise
the day is over
we clap our hands
in the dark we remember
those deeds of the night
dusk comes with a surprise
on to what is next
the sun rises again
we clap our hands again
hoping that this brand new day
shall give us progress and even eternity
oh, the cycle is here again
another man of the sun loses face to the moon
in the dark we seek shelter to the night
we sleep and dream
tomorrow as the sun rises
we shall have learned: this is nothing but a vicious cycle
we then go to our own affairs
not minding whether it is morning or evening
the faces of the days
do not matter anymore.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Always Fades
Life is just a depressing cycle
Nobody is good in this life
Nothing as truth, even exists
Everything and everyone is fake, even me
To be hated I am
To be not trusted is anyone.
Will never trust, anyone ever again
Trusting others, is the biggest mistake which I have done
Never, did I ever realize, how alone I am?
I am really so disliked
Had no idea about it, although I have realized now
This depressing cycle of life is about hate and no love
Only thing which ever remains is hate, since love always fades.
poem by Rohit Sapra
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Be Happy
be happy
nothing is permanent
no one is permanently rich
no one is permanently poor
it is the cycle
that governs the fates of us all
destinies
and change
and rotation of the axis
of this earth
it is the circle
that keeps us alive
so be happy
now you may be sad
and down and
feeling hopeless
just wait
the cycle of life comes
to save you
just wait
the cycle of death too comes
to give you rest
it is the circle
not the flatness
that gives us happiness
be glad
nothing is permanent
the changes come
and you shall
have it
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Work - the cycle
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
This cycle keeps on and on
As the time it takes is so long
Wake, work, home, eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
This cycle don’t seem at all to end
All your life in work you seem to spend
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You start to see your life is slipping away
As people no longer around you stay
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
I’m surprised now I’m even getting time to eat
It would be bliss to stop rest my feet
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
You doing so many hours you feel ill
And you keep doing the cycle still
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
People bosses customers just keep adding more
You start to long for sleep and to snore
Wake work home eat sleep
Wake work home eat sleep
Something drastic happens the cycle breaks
And that all that it really takes
Wake work home eat sleep no more., ….
Cycle Unbroken
Walking in circles, never ending
This world is so messed up, crazy
Surely a disasters impending
But everything I see is hazy
According to you everything’s perfect
You walk forward, don’t look, never stopping
Never seeing and never do you suspect
Out of sanity, this world is dropping
Listen, the children are singing
Of this worlds loss, sorrow, pain
You are deaf to their voices, over the ringing
But watch them stand tall, in this deathly rain
This sinister cycle must end soon
Before this sun sets over the sea
Before the night marked by the rising moon
End this cycle and set the oppressed free
But to do that you must listen
Listen to the caged and listen to me
To make this hazy world glisten
You must see this world as it should be.
poem by Rebecca Pepper
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