Your silence does not surprise me
Your silence
Does not surprise me
Inability to meet me
Is keeping you away
From saying anything to me
I know
You have tried your best
Without any success
Nobody has bothered
Nobody has listened to you
Distance between us
Has not decreased
Agony on both sides
Day by day has increased
Left without any option
Talking or speaking
Would not solve the
Problem
Life now has to be lived
Like a living dead
Gracefully
Accept the poison of
Separation
Remaining silent
poem by Nirantar Dr.Rajendra Tela
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What is Success?
Success is not merely becoming wealthy.
Success is not only working for remaining healthy.
Success is not going after fame and name.
Success is not living life for such mind game.
Success is not just taking career to the top.
Success is not staying in a bungalow at the hill top.
Success is working hard for your dreams you believe.
Success is perseverance and efforts till you achieve your deal.
Success is having consideration for everyone.
Success is a strong desire and to live to help each one.
Success is to follow the religion of humanity.
Success is to always remember all pervading divinity.
Success is to follow the principle, “Live and let others live.”
Success is to accept others as diversity of nature; beautiful and alive.
Success is working for happiness of the world, a dedication.
Success is to love everyone unconditionally without any expectation.
poem by Dr.nutan Pol
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Bleed My Disease
You suck the life from my skull, creating my disease
Taking this life you did not own, is that what I need
No indication, moral implication, chained by hand and knee
More satisfaction through your elevation, now do you want to hear me breathe
Hear me breathe
Hear me breathe
Hear me please
Bleed my disease
Drink the poison and my world, slowly sinks into
A helpless state of mind, as Im giving in to you
This poison takes my life, and leaves me at her will
I sit with you in silence, remaining perfectly, perfectly still
Licking you hand of affliction, infecting me with your sin
Erecting your fist through my soul, awaiting for you to begin
Carnal fashion of our perversion, Im a dog who will beg and plea
Limitations of your orgasmic sensation, but youll turn it on to see me bleed
See me bleed
See me bleed
See me bleed
Bleed my disease
Drink the poison and my world, slowly sinks into
A helpless state of mind, as Im giving in to you
This poison takes my life, and leaves me at her will
I sit with you in silence, remaining perfectly still
Bleed
Bleed for me
Drink the poison and my world, slowly sinks into
A helpless state of mind, as Im giving in to you
This poison takes my life, and leaves me at her will
I sit with you in silence, remaining perfectly still
Drink the poison
Drink the poison and my world
Drink the poison
Slowly sinks in to
Drink the poison
Drink the poison and my world
Drink the poison
Slowly sinks in to
song performed by by Uranium 235
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Poison! Poison!
Poison I breathe, poison I eat,
And poison poison I do drink,
Poison are my thoughts, poison are my acts,
Poison are my sleeps, poison are my dreams,
My blood is poison, poison is my flesh,
And poison poison are my bones.
Wherever I move
I envenom my fellow beings,
And enlarge my kingdom,
This is how my life goes on,
Living in the world: all poison poison.
poem by Muhammad Shanazar
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What İs Life?
life is a blank, fill it.
life is a problem, face it.
life is an equation, balance it.
life is a sum, solve it.
life is an experience, go through it.
life is a challenge, accept it.
life is a load, carry it.
life is a ship, sail on it.
life is a question, answer it.
life is success, enjoy it.
life is a book, read it.
life is a game, win it.
life is a gift, receive it.
life is a prayer, chant it.
life is a pain, bear it.
life is a camera, so better face it with a smile.
poem by Chocolaty Pie Shreyasi
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Distances
distance. space.silence.
what is the distance between
your nose to my eyes?
it is the kiss that seals it.
what is the distance between
our silence for days?
it is the distance of longing.
what is the distance between
these miles and miles of separation?
it is this knowing a little bit of ourselves
that sews the torn pieces of cloth
i keep a little distance
between my heart and my head.
i keep this distance between
you and myself, you know why?
i want to see you more.
The farther you are, the more
i can see you the more you
can see me.
IT is the farthest star
that we long much.
IT is the love that is gone
that we want to recover.
IT is the broken heart that we
want to mend.
It is this certain distance
that makes us more human.
This longing. This pain.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Keeping My Distance
(jimmy davis/tommy burroughs/don smith)
Im keeping my calandar open
Even if it takes me years
til you figure out what your plan is
You figure out all of your fears
I dont wanna know anything about her
Or what you feel like you have to defend
But Ive seen your situation
And the world she keeps you in
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until you make it clear
If you dont want to rush it baby
Well then by all means dont
But Im gonna wait for the day when
When you see that its me you want
I can see, I can tell that you need me
You know that I need you too
So why on earth cant you ever let her go
Will you ever try anything new
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until you make it clear
Where will you find the strength
I cant hold you against your will
You keep me at arms length
Im reaching out to hold you still, yeah, yeah, yeah
I can see that you need me
You know that I need you too
So why on earth cant you ever let her go
Will you ever try anything new
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
And Ill wait until my time is here
Im keeping my distance
Im keeping my distance
song performed by by Martina Mcbride
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Were So Close
(carly simon)
Ive lived in all of the houses hes built
The one in the air
The one underground
The one on the water
The one in the sand
He says: it doesnt matter how we live
He says: it doesnt matter where we live
Were so close we can dispense with houses
We dont need a home at all
Its come to be a habit with me to dine alone
Youre never home
And the evenings end so early
He says: we can be close from afar
He says: the closest people always are
Were so close that in our separation,
Theres no distance at all.
Sometimes I gout to the car,
Turn on the headlights
Intending to leave-
Sometimes I need to hear the words,
My imaginations not as strong as youd believe-
But Ive talked to you;
You havent listened at all.
Ive said Im numb,
I cant even cry,
Im stuck with acting out a part.
He says: what do words ever reveal?
He says: in speaking one can be so false-
Were so close we have a silent language,
We dont need words at all.
Theres a husky voice
That speaks to me in the dark
And on the phone from studios
And westside bars,
Through tunnels of long distance.
He says: were beyond flowers
He says: were beyond compliments-
Were so close we can dispense with love
We dont need love at all.
song performed by by Carly Simon
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If Actually
If you actually want to solve problem
Stop talking about problem
The problem will melt away of its own.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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The Big Problem....
There is this BIG PROBLEM
WE decided not to talk about it
We think that that problem must solve itself
Auto-resolution
So day and night the problem stays there
Like a drunkard in the room
Vomiting
To every nook of the house
The house
That smells like fucking
Shit
But that problem is never considered a problem
There is a room for it to stay
And it can stay
It cannot consume us
It has no mouth and so it has no teeth
It has no tongue it cannot say a word
It stays there like a piece of art
And we begin to appreciate it
Like a piece of rock
Unchanged in the middle of the living room
We eat lunch there
They prepare nice dinners
We drink red wine
We munch chocolates
And sweet berries
The problem stays but it cannot nag us
Because we can pretend
That it is a brother
That we cannot junk but only love
And keep as part of the
Company
There is still this problem
And it did not solve itself
We live by this problem and this problem lives with us
Symbiosis
And so now
What is the problem? Is this a problem after all these years?
It is not anymore
We have learned that it is not a problem anymore
We die soon
And it shall perhaps disappear
Shall it weep over our departure?
That is its problem.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Say something beautiful
‘I found a cute leaflet in my box
The other day it says 1plus1 is 2
Does it have anything to with you…
By any chance cause I think I like you? '
‘I don't know what you are talking about
I am truly surprised'
‘Cause you know…'
‘Sorry if I caused any problems
I wish we could be friends.'
(No problem, no problem at all
Sorry I bothered you
Sorry if was cheeky before)
‘Say something beautiful.'
‘Like 1 plus 1 is 2
I've never really been good at maths.'
poem by Miroslava Odalovic
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I Listened to the Silence
I listened to the silence
and wondered why 'twas there?
I listened some more and hoped
that words would fill the air.
For words left unspoken
left me in despair.
To me the silence was deafening.
It seemed beyond repair.
I waited, but still no sound
and finally I spoke.
'Speak out, speak out and talk to me
and then the silence broke.
'What is it that you wish to hear?
What is it I should say? '
Silence was better than these words
for they'll never go away.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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0016 Orpheus - or his lute?
It was his listening; he listened
to himself; he listened to himself
listening to his lute; his lute perforce
listened to itself; listened to itself
listening to him..listened to
the measures of all things, even
the measures of mankind..
space, air, listened to his listening;
listened as the eagle made a silent,
perfect circle around a centre in its mind
high above Delphi that clear morning;
listened to the silent cliffs across the gorge,
silently ominous in their listening;
the stream which trickles down past the carved theatre,
cool and clear enough to wash your face;
look up the mountain and hope it sacred, holy; it
plashes like curiosity pursued, down towards the river
which is a mere pencil line at the bottom of the gorge
in this so unexpected place;
the sea barely visible in the distance,
misty with its myths unspoken;
space listened and loved his music, allowed this scene;
a cool air, this morning elsewhere hot, descends gently
down the mountain to the gorge, curves past these rocks
where a dark shadow here or there
could be where the Sibyl listened too.
we thought, boarding the hot bus,
that we were tourists; then we looked,
became pilgrims; then something more,
more like worshippers of the unknown god
whose altar we left behind in Athens,
silent beyond questions,
listening to the space
as if the space itself
listened to some instrument well tuned,
a voice perhaps, silent, powerful.
the sun, the sunlight, moved from rock to rock
this cool, clear morning, waking
clumps of sparse bright flowers, woken
again by morning bees
who may be unaware – or born to know—
they forage at a world heritage site as do we visitors,
at Delphi, where still truth speaks in silence;
bees who listen to each other,
dance their satnav trails,
listen inwardly to flowers,
to honey, and what else
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Were I Rich
I would like to stay gracefully beautiful
with no jewelry
with accepting the fate gracefully
the attitude
when anything goes down
it gives off its own beauty
when you accept yourself gracefully
you would see what you got
like sunset
and I would like to sleep well like a pearl
I'm Ready
All our days are numbered
Some live on borrowed time
But life is what you make it
Thank God I was so inclined
To accept my Lord and Savior
When the good news sunk in
He paid a heavenly price
By giving His life
And I can't wait to go home to Him
I'm ready to go that distance
And God only knows when that might be
But oh, what joy waits up yonder
Once this old world sets me free
When there's no tomorrow
And glory has come down
Those without Jesus
Are lost and never to be found
So please listen when I'm talking
I'm just saying what needs to be said
Make plans while your still living
It's too late when your dead
I'm ready to go that distance
And God only knows when that might be
But oh, what joy waits up yonder
Once this old world sets me free
Oh, once this old world sets me free
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Keeping Alive Lives Lived to Fantasize
How can someone who claims to have faith,
Be quick to express fear?
I'm not understanding that at all.
Nothing about that makes it clear.
Or someone who has insecurities...
Expressing they choose not to comprehend,
Anything...
That will bring a clarity to them.
I don't understand those at all,
Who deny reality.
To say to others within listening distance...
What they see they can not believe.
But deceit they accept,
Without questioning its existence to reject.
And delude themselves they do...
With a resistance to accept the truth.
And everyone wonders why...
A quality of life,
Continues to ride on a downslide.
While keeping alive lives lived...
With wishes to remain completely fantasized!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Defines Success
What is the journey to success?
Success is not gained by defeat
Success does not occur over night
Success can emerge at any age
Success is working to full potential
Success is courage
Success is lending a hand
Success is not listening to negativity
Success is being positive
Success is living your life instead of the life of others
Success is being proud
Success is overcoming obstacles
Success is striving
Success is listening to your heart
Most of all success is accepting
What you have accomplished
poem by Alisha Ricks
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Please Be Quiet
He spoke and spoke so many words
and she just silently thought.
He had an opinion on everything.
She listened and then she sought
silence again, just said Amen
to all those words he said,
Soon thoughts came to her head.
She thought about life.
She thought about love.
She thought about
all he was speaking of.
She thought about nights
where silence prevailed.
She thought about days
where the speaking assailed
her ears.
She'd been thinking and thinking
for too many years.
The quietness was peaceful
but now brought her to tears.
For she missed the sound
of all his words.
She missed everything he said.
He was gone and all was quiet
for all his words were dead.
The thoughts were still there.
The words were not.
And what was it he said?
She forgot.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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Sonnet: God Made Everything for Good
And only when the current’s gone, we know
How useful light is to shun darkness off;
Yet, only when a ‘bandh’ we undergo,
We love silence and noise we seem to scoff.
And only when the leader is no more,
The party feels the void too much to fill;
Yet, only when we stand on the sea-shore,
We know that city-life made us too ill.
And only when we taste defeat in life,
We know what success means to everyone;
Yet, only when we suffer increased strife,
We know that God is greater than the Sun.
Each state God made with purpose only good;
Let’s accept things as they come, if we could.
8-21-2002
poem by John Celes
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Your Mistake
Hello again
I guess you're in trouble
You pretend that nothing's wrong
You call me up
When you've got a problem
Silence when the problems gone
You think I'm so easy
But you're never further from the truth
Every time it rings
I know it's you
There's nothing left to say
This torch has burned away
You took too long I could not wait
I do believe there's nothing left to say
All your life
So much attention
A camera flash and you turn your head
I'll tell you now
Would it make any difference
You never listened to a word I said
Always there when you need me
But you're never here when I need you
I can't be your friend
'cos I want to be your fool
There's nothing left to say
This ship has long since sailed away
I picked up my pride and I'm on my way
I believe there's nothing left to say
Except - It's your mistake
It's your mistake
song performed by by Johnny Hates Jazz
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After all
Mixtures of ill feelings and hatred
Life is full of misery and to be lead
To look after all as family head
Their likings and disliking clearly to be read
It is plight of common man
He may try to perform whatever he can
He has lust for odysseys water
Not all the wishes can be catered
Either to escape from the responsibility
Or to express the helplessness or inability
It is not good sign or best quality
At the end one can feel only pity
What about men living in the streets?
Wishing to ask so many questions when we meet?
What is he to do when there is no other alternative?
What is he expected to perform as native?
Common men do think many things in common
For him life is to be simply put on
There is no defeat or win
Success is illusion and agony always seen
Forget about helpless and poor
They are always show the door
They have no where to go
They get humiliated as balls throw
Still it has to go on uninterrupted
Whole system stands corrupted
Nothing good at all is intercepted
No good ideas are concepted
No use to react badly or good
We all have to act for food
This is biggest problem and concern
Everything proves secondary in turn
We have still humble mission
lot many aspirations as clear ambition
God only knows its clear outcome
Emergence of anything is always welcome
We may be helpless but not lacking
We dash for the claim and staking
It depends how you are taking
Is it simply believing or in making?
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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