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I born
I exist
I change
I grow
I decay
I perish
Still I
Remained I
Unaffected
Un-constituted
And I declared
It is I
Without beginning
Without end.
poem by Gajanan Mishra
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Unaffected
there never seems to be, because what i believe, a moment i'm not trying
to show them who i am, why can't they understand the things that
they're denying?
they're denying...
so what should i do, just lay next to you as though i'm unaffected?
and who should i be when they're judging me as though i'm unaffected?
a chance they'd never give to ever want to live the life that i am made of
theres nothing left to prove, my heart's forever true, what is it they're
afraid of?
afraid of....
so what should i do, just lay next to you as though i'm unaffected?
and who should i be when they're judging me as though i'm unaffected?
before they even saw my face they knew that i was not the same
and decided i was not the one for you, for you...
so what should i do? i'm not unaffected
and who should i be? i'm not unaffected
so what should i do, just lay next to you as though i'm unaffected?
and who should i be when they're judging me as though i'm unaffected?
unaffected.......
song performed by by Hoobastank
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Truth
Truth was there at the beginning of the beginning
Truth was there at beginning of the beginning of the beginning
What was true alone was there
And truth has persisted through the ages
Let change do whatever it can truth alone remains
Change has sprung from truth
For there was nothing else than truth
And change is its offspring
Or perhaps change is truth and truth was change
Change was at the beginning
Change was what is past
Change is what is now
Change is what will be in times to come
Change is Truth
Truth is Change
I welcome truth in every breath
Hail to thee Oh Death
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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Others Are So Resilient
There are those,
Who have made the riding of waves...
Through opposing winds appear to others brave.
And look to be as if a breeze and extremely easy.
Although they may be afraid of storms wherever they go,
Only they know what is felt and does not to others show.
While others are so resilient,
Yes!
They make it seem as if toiling through obstacles,
Had been a talent they had been born to do.
And to seem to recover unaffected too.
Like a pampered prized and nurtured rose.
And then there are those who seek attention,
When seasons change in known changing climates.
And clouds bestow upon them warm Summer rain.
While the expectations of Winter bring with it the falling of snow,
There are actually those who are heard sobbing,
As if to make any adjustments for them too unbearable.
Yes...
There are those who are so resilient...
They make it seem as if toiling through obstacles,
Had been a talent they had been born to do.
And to seem to recover emotionally unaffected too.
Like a pampered prized and nurtured rose.
And there are many who are heard crying constantly,
Hoping someone comes to help them off their knees...
From a temporary fall they want others to see.
To smother them with empathy.
And a silencing done of their pleas immediately.
As if to appease them like spoiled babies.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Shadows
Shadows, transparent grey,
ask me about themselves,
I only know that when they exist, I exist
I too am the shadow of my own self,
How many times I have tried!
to follow you,
You kept disappearing with each step,
and then at a certain step, a certain moment,
only you remained, my shadow!
Only then I realized, my shadow, my friend
that since the beginning
only you had existed
While, In vain, like a lost child
I kept following only shadows,
It was then,
that i realized that all my life
I have been following only shadows.
They took me to certain corners, certain dark places,
and deserted streets!
Until I found myself,
I was the discoverer of my self,
I discovered that I myself was a shadow
lost among the people.
poem by Sarang Mangi
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Bill and Jim Fall Out
Bill and Jim are mates no longer—they would scorn the name of mate—
Those two bushmen hate each other with a soul-consuming hate;
Yet erstwhile they were as brothers should be (tho’ they never will):
Ne’er were mates to one another half so true as Jim and Bill.
Bill was one of those who have to argue every day or die—
Though, of course, he swore ’twas Jim who always itched to argufy.
They would, on most abstract subjects, contradict each other flat
And at times in lurid language—they were mates in spite of that.
Bill believed the Bible story re the origin of him—
He was sober, he was steady, he was orthodox; while Jim,
Who, we grieve to state, was always getting into drunken scrapes,
Held that man degenerated from degenerated apes.
Bill was British to the backbone, he was loyal through and through;
Jim declared that Blucher’s Prussians won the fight at Waterloo,
And he hoped the coloured races would in time wipe out the white—
And it rather strained their mateship, but it didn’t burst it quite.
They battled round in Maoriland—they saw it through and through—
And argued on the rata, what it was and how it grew;
Bill believed the vine grew downward, Jim declared that it grow up—
Yet they always shared their fortunes to the final bite and sup.
Night after night they argued how the kangaroo was born,
And each one held the other’s stupid theories in scorn,
Bill believed it was ‘born inside,’ Jim declared it was born out—
Each as to his own opinions never had the slightest doubt.
They left the earth to argue and they went among the stars,
Re conditions atmospheric, Bill believed ‘the hair of Mars
‘Was too thin for human bein’s to exist in mortal states.’
Jim declared it was too thick, if anythin—yet they were mates
Bill for Freetrade—Jim, Protection—argued as to which was best
For the welfare of the workers—and their mateship stood the test!
They argued over what they meant and didn’t mean at all,
And what they said and didn’t—and were mates in spite of all.
Till one night the two together tried to light a fire in camp,
When they had a leaky billy and the wood was scarce and damp.
And . . . No matter: let the moral be distinctly understood:
One alone should tend the fire, while the other brings the wood.
poem by Henry Lawson
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A Rock Garden
in my present garden
i put rocks and pebbles
some sands
added dusts
they ask what do i grow
in there?
i put a chair and sit there
alone
barefoot i put my hands
in the open
i gaze
feeling like the sun
to some
planets
the stones as i walk
for a while
grate
as though they have
teeth
then back to where i sit
they begin
to grow silence
silence is a lotus
it is a pond too where
a dragonfly is
hovering
there is this stillness of a
little universe
the space is emptiness
of imaginary
stars
there is no moon here
no one is lost
there are no leaves
no pretensions of stems and calyx
the stones are faceless
like everyone that i meet in the mall
the rocks stand like gods
unchanged unaffected by the chaos of
my thoughts
i gaze
transfer my eyes to those that remain
intact
immutable hardness
fixed situations
they only sound when you take a walk
they do not rearrange things here
for they are heavy
and always
unchanged, unaffected
steady, firm
lifeless, unfeeling
stubborn, solid,
tonight darkness sleeps with them
its coldness seeps in every stone
lifelessly
always unaffected, unfeeling
and much as i wanted to stay
i can't
i have life out there
a door to open again and again...
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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But the beginning of things, of a world especially, is necessarily vague, tangled, chaotic, and exceedingly disturbing. How few of us ever emerge from such beginning! How many souls perish in its tumult!
quote by Kate Chopin
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Without a Higher Consciousness
It has been proclaimed...
That a direction taken,
Has brought upon diversion and shame.
And those who are upset by this,
Are sick that things have not remained the same.
But it is with change that unsettles with discomfort.
And discomfort will be experienced,
By those who wish...
Movements that are made to go backward,
Is a life that should exist...
Without a higher consciousness.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Beginning and The End
The beginning and the end
Every moment the beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
Every thought the beginning end the end
Every feeling the beginning and the end
Every choice the beginning and the end
Every action he beginning and the end
Every breath the beginning and the end
The beginning and the end
Always together the beginning and the end
Nothing separates the beginning and the end
It is all one the beginning and the end
poem by Maria Manias
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Change in Me
Why I need change?
for better or for the worst?
Any choices to change or not?
I need change when
There is an opportunity to grow and mature
Things being done the wrong way
Dealing with a world of change
I rediscover change
Change is the law of life
Those who look only
to the past or the present
Are certain to miss the future
I may change anything I want or don't want
But I can't change everything I want
My dilemma is
I hate change and
love it at the same time
Best of all
What I want is
For things to remain the same
but get better.
Lastly,
I need strong courage to change,
To master change;
Be the master of change.
Always I want change,
To get where I want to be,
Be the change I want to have.
poem by Lawrence Hiung
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If You Could Change It (Would You Change It?)
You were born without a mother,
You were born with a cruel older brother
If it could change,
Would you change it?
You were brought up without any respect for you,
You were sick and tired of it, you're through
If you could change it,
Would you change it?
If only I saw what you had seen,
Maybe things wouldn't have been
You don't trust, anymore,
You don't love, anymore,
And I wish I could have changed it,
Every single bit,
So you'd love me better.
If it could change,
Would you change it?
poem by Silverinna Annastasia
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Thriving
We thrive together
And perish together.
It is comradeship.
We thrive with a leader
And perish with him.
It is monarchy.
We thrive with a master
And perish for him.
It is slavery.
We thrive together
And perish sporadically.
It is the survival of the fittest.
We thrive together
And perish fighting with in.
It is barbarism.
A democracy witnesses
All these sects mixed.
11.07.2006
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Begin again
Infant...
Crying, needing, wanting, diaper changing
Playful, tearful, cooing, smiling
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Toddler....
Curious, adventurous, laughing, talking
Walking, needing, busy, whining
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Child....
Sports, schooling, friendships, sharing
Learning, listening, reading, caring
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Tween...
Sleepovers, boyfriends, conflicts, responsibility
Band, homework, joking, growing
Then you grow
Things change
We begin again
Teen....
Not quite there yet
Looking forward to the ride
Who ever, what ever I'll be by your side.
You may grow
Things will change
But I will always be here for when you need to begin again.
poem by Amber Wellman
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Sometimes That Is Drastic
Raised to believe...
If they wished reality not to exist,
They could ignore it away!
Or kneel on knees to pray to false symbols
And/or deities with their likenesses
And ask 'them' to remove reality
Out of their way.
Since they can not fathom,
Those they have chosen
To defame by slander,
To 'be' and 'speak' of truth!
They actually hold them responsible...
For their quality of life,
Crumbling slowly in decay!
And nothing about their existence,
Is based on having a consciousness.
With morals, respect or concern conveyed!
And complaints of the artificialness of it...
They beg of their 'god' to keep it that way!
But the GOD who has created them...
Has always been about change!
And sometimes that is drastic.
At most times that change comes...
And no longer can be delayed.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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You must be a lotus, unfolding its petals when the sun rises in the sky, unaffected by the slush where it is born or even the water which sustains it!
Growing
I began in the beginning
in my mother's womb.
What was it like?
Like a warm happy room
But they soon squeezed me out of there.
They said she's cute but not much hair.
And I began to grow and grow.
There wasn't anything I didn't know
but they beat it out of me.
They didn't like what they could see
reflected in my eyes.
I was too young and yet too wise.
They tried to fill me up with lies
and yet somehow I knew.
Just what I knew
I do not know
for I forget more
the more I grow.
But this I know
its lies
Its lies.
There's hollowness behind their eyes.
They fill us up with lies.
They make us grow foolish
though we were born wise.
poem by Gillian Commerford
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Grow The Seeds
It is desired to grow the seeds
Had remained always critical needs
Generations after generations are carried on
Many changes have taken place and time has gone
It has been divine wish to encourage the growth
Overall improvement in morality and in general or both
It needed clear foresight to provide the impetus
The nature is thus there to provide all inputs
Seasons make change and everybody easily finds
Spring definitely creates magic in human mind
Very nice and congenial atmosphere is created
The human mind favors and some change is recreated
Seeds are more important
Some thing should be poured instant
The changes take place
And there is emergence of new face
The tendency is to grow and multiply
The world at large must simplify
It is normal process to develop fast
But human race as such must not last
It must take care of everything
Humane touch is unique and something
It comes in form of passion, love and hatred
We are born tough yet should not be mislead
It is prime concern to keep speed at pace
Humanity is not a forgone conclusion or race
It has to remain and must thrive
We need to strengthen it to survive
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Some Things 2
Some things get better with change
while others only get worse.
With some changes
a bad element move in
and spoils it for everyone.
Some things grow at a slow rate,
while others grow too fast.
Those that grow slowly
seem more pleasurable
than those that swell overnight.
Some things need to change,
while others really don’t.
When change happens
to the things that don’t
it looses its personality.
6 September 2008
poem by David Harris
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Each Creature In Nature
Each creature in Nature has a role to fill
Most species of birds have a different shaped bill
Between insects and seed eaters the difference is great
The beauty and wonder that Nature create.
Each life form in Nature for a purpose is born
The common brown rats though victims of scorn
Are born for some purpose though we wish them ill
And without provocation them we choose to kill.
The woodlice flightless insects that live on decay
Perform their tasks in a quiet and secretive way
The more we learn of Nature the more our wonder of her does grow
Yet so little of her ways we can claim to know.
Though habitat destruction by humans and climate change on many living things taking toll
All creatures in Nature perform their own role
And like all of her life forms to Nature us humans belong
Though many may well say I have got it wrong.
poem by Francis Duggan
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Tele He's Not Talking
Tele he's the one he knows what to say
Knows how to find his own way
He knows the roads by night and by doorways
But watching the light in a hall
Won't change a thing or say at all
What it is that he says
Still he says that I don't know
Still he says that I don't know
I don't why I think about so much
When I don't know what it is I can't say
And I wouldn't change a thing if I believe you all
And scream it in your face
Still I'd say hey I don't know
Still I'd say hey I don't know
Tele deals the cards and draws an ace
And finds himself miles away
Where skies ain't bruised by towers and fumes
Children ain't too young to play
Would I change a thing
I'd change it all
But we're born different days
Still I'd say hey I don't know
Still I'd say hey I don't know
(Repeat Chorus)
Would I change a thing
I'd change it all when I'm miles away
Would I change a thing
I'd change it all but we were born on different days
I'd change a thing
I'd change it all when I'm miles away...
song performed by by Ocean Colour Scene from Marchin' Already
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