Heart of a Beggar
Beggarliness contrives hearts to ponder on poverty-
A barrenness of attitude is wavering on the sick and property.
Births are to be controlled according to blindness,
Puberty is a stage once called unkindness.
To extravagance my religion strays, and joins
Like multiple births, innocent as coins.
Why do you beg so crookedly in the face of jeopardy?
Where are your deeds in the ocean so wordy?
I cast doubt on the philosophy so narrow and dull;
We actually exhibit changes of blood when external.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Love begats death
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Life blossoms love
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Death is a relief.
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Each death is welcome; the world gets relief.
With a birth, as its food, many births perish.
With a death, many births would get relief.
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The ocean births the infants
Just like you or me;
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And blots them, with seaweed.
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With low birth, one is conscious
Of one’s birth when with high births
In spite of one’s elevated growth.
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Blind Witness (Minute Poetry Form)
When soul Blindness attempts discourse
Tracing the source
Of the Divine...
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We Do Not
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Just for the asking.
Birth in a human body
Is the reward for good deeds
In former births.
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Whose Journey?
i am sick
of a thousand births
in a thousand forms,
is light not light?
is not the water dripping
from the faucet,
the same water that
fills the ocean?
is not night the darkness
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is not the old man just buried,
the baby in the mother's arms?
is not the soldier that just fired,
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Philosophy In My Mind
That idea in my mind is indispensable,
Thoughts conquer another man’s philosophy,
The ideal way of life contrives justice and scholarship.
May we tread in these puddles of knowledge,
Must we stammer, resolve or curse when hitting solutions?
The problems are bred by innocent helpers,
A penny spent excuses our anatomy,
And prison sells its shadow on us.
The idea, the idea will flow with rushing ones,
Philosophy argues and argues spectacularly.
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Strays Of The World
Come now all ye strays of the world, theres a place 4 u
In loves kingdom, boys and girls, all are welcome 2
Strays of the world, strays of the world
La la la la la
Surrender all ye sad of heart, 2day hold back no tears
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All ye boys and girls, all around the world
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Strays of the world, strays of the world
(strays of the world)
Fear not all ye lonely ones, love will find us soon
This will kiss the risin sun and make love 2 the moon
Strays of the world (come on, come on)
Come on, strays of the world (come on, come on)
Come on in (come on)
The door is open (open up that door)
Hey yeah! (hey yes, hey yes)
Let me hear u say yeah! (hey yes)
Let me hear u say yeah! (hey yes)
Strays of the whole world
Strays, strays, strays of the world
Come
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Perhaps A Fool
Perhaps
Moonlight makes
Tides rise
And hearts forsake
Logic's cries
Magnetic pull
Pulses beat
Births a fool
Into defeat...
Perhaps.
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From Our Heads Like Gods We Give Birth To Others
they view us
as the impotents, those with only words to give to the world
we, phenomenal spectators
artists, onlookers, sensitive eyes, unblinking, blood rushing
to eyeballs, noting every thread of reality
in the fabric of this world
unfolding
we notice colors that they cannot see
we smell more than dogs
we see more than what eagles stare
we can be silent, and so enduring
surviving what they accuse us of
crimes that we cannot commit
we are patient and we endure what pain
is there, reserved for us like empty plates
on poisoned food and yet
we still eat them
caring less, on our emaciated bodies
too willing to offer
and if need be, die our earlier deaths
leaving them guilty in the process
we give no births in maternity beds
we do not really populate like they do
but look on our heads
we give births to other like us
in pain in joy in awakenings
and then we have become so many
ultimately winning
this game of posterity, this final battle of survival
in wit in freedom we have won this war
our swords are more sensitive
to make a kill and we devour what they vomit
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The Role of Soul and Body
The soul and body are integrated
Who governs one’s ego, desire and traits?
Are genes the seat of the soul or body?
Who commits sins and perform virtues?
Who experiences the joy and sorrow?
It is not the soul alone that does them.
It is not the body alone that does them.
Soul and body together manifest
Like the flame and candle together burn.
The struggle of the internal force with
The external force is what we call life.
Our prayers and sacrifices have no sway.
Both are independent and unconcerned.
To sum up, there is only single soul
That runs through the entire living kingdom.
It never dies nor is born with deaths and births.
Its growth is bound by the external force.
The internal force is in continuation
To the external force, which is the God
They have their own agenda to perform.
Your prayers are irrelevant to them.
No soul exists or is reborn after death.
Sins and virtues are not to carry over.
Birth and death are internal occurrence.
To live is the motto of the living things..
15.01.2008
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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It is, then, by those shadows of the hoary Past and their fantastic silhouettes on the external screen of every religion and philosophy, that we can, by checking them as we go along, and comparing them, trace out finally the body that produced them.
quote by H.P. Blavatsky
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