And I am not quite sure where I have to turn in the midst?
Gloomy sky shows the symptoms
of the sick Autumn,
And purposely hides somewhere the old Sun?
A dull morning
I hear a flock of black birds're singing
merrily search in the withered grass
and struggle to survive the small insects!
Please listen Chum and leave all the puffy arguments
Wherever you go
and whatever you touch
You see the suffering
and feel the enormous pain?
Insects' cry dragged away with the strong winds
and I am not quite sure where I have to turn
in the midst?
to the poet Michael L.P in gratitude!
['The clue to happiness is being interested in Life.People's happiness is as great as they can create it.']-L.Ron Hubbard
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Night lingers but taciturn?
When the sky's getting darker
Birds hurry to fly for their roosts
And Sun prepares to sleep
leaving Moon,
To do the graveyard shift
with Stars.
I see the faraway traffic lights
fading along the road.
Night is dull like the gloomy life!
But some nocturnal willy-nilly flowers
bloom for the parade?
*[Happiness held is the seed;
Happiness shared is the flower.]
-Unknown
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Winter Loom weaves a sad cloth?
[Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work.]-The Solitary Reaper by William Wordsworth
In this winter gloomy morning
I see your sad face like in a dream
and the silent whisper of an old poem
I could hear at the threshold.
'Is this a morning or a night
I cannot see you or touch
and hear too friend.
Am I alive or dead? '
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If there's a country without a boasting Government?
Lovely,
As we all are friends!
And no politicians and henchmen?
Elephants, Lions, Tigers and Snakes
Chimpanzees, Insects and Human beings etc.,
All live in the safe jungle as one family?
And vegetarians all eat only grass!
No restrictions, Embargoes, currencies and taboos
Religion is strictly prohibited
So no more cruel Wars?
No barriers, barbed-wire fences and law enforcement?
No unnecessary taxes and prostitution
As all are in nude?
In this strange country
People never dies?
for shakespeares waste bin in gratitude!
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If there's a bourgeoisie country without a boasting Government?
Lovely,
As we all are friends!
And no politicians and henchmen?
Elephants, Lions, Tigers and Snakes
Chimpanzees, Insects and Human beings etc.,
All live in the safe jungle as one family?
And vegetarians all eat only grass!
No restrictions, Embargoes, currencies and taboos
Religion is strictly prohibited
So no more cruel Wars?
No barriers, barbed-wire fences and law enforcement?
No unnecessary taxes and prostitution
As all are in nude?
In this strange country
People never dies?
for shakespeares waste bin & Karl Marx in gratitude!
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Definition of Pain
Life so precious yet so easily taken away
happiness what everyone wants yet there filled with pain
People causing pain to others for their amusement
Which causes hatred from their victims in turn it creates their murder
What has life come to hatred, anger, pain, death instead of happiness, joy, love, life
how can I live with life
for if i'm happy others will give me pain
if i'm in pain others will fill me with hatred
which will have me taking their so precious lives
So how can I feel happiness once again
when in order to do so I have to create all those things I despise
So doesn't a victim create their own murder in turn creates the death of the murder
if all of this is true isn't life a cycle of happiness to pain then unto death.
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The Chimes of twilight
Chrysanthemums are flowering in autumn and the faded leaves of flamboyant trees blown with the autumn winds.
The time has come to whitewash the churchyard tombs and I can hear my chum's silent song like a chirping.
A far smoke is carrying off from a chimney.
This gloomy evening an old lady is picking some fallen leaves in the garden and the sun's last light focused on my window.
Suddenly I closed as the mosquito soldiers try to invade my room.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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When Your Smouldering Round Bullet Pierce My Fragile Heart?
My tall brother soldier!
If your rusty gun is a guitar
Then people won't die in vain
and they listen to your
melodious voice!
But your rough fingers
The Warlords,
they trained you purposely
for the trigger
and not for strings?
My little brother soldier!
When your smouldering round bullet
pierce my fragile heart
Do you hear that
painful dying song of your father's voice?
to the Irish poet William Butler Yeats!
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Grace the world with your glow of happiness
Do not chase happiness
Search within you
There are lot many things
Inside you
Which have reasons
To make you happy
You pursuit or search for happiness outside
Does not take you anywhere
As what seemingly has a stock of happiness
Once you reach or achieve it
You realize that happiness
Lies further ahead somewhere
And you hunt for happiness
Takes a new turn
And this goes on and on
Only to make you understand
That you are back in square one
Devoid of happiness, your original search
Happiness, thus, cannot be anywhere else
But within you
Do not be on a stealthy stalk for happiness
Simply because others do so
Search within and discover
The happiness in you
Do not be on a race for happiness
But grace the world
With the glow of
Happiness within you
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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See The Sun
I'm comin' 'round to open the blinds
You can't hide here any longer
My God you need to rinse those puffy eyes
You can't last here any longer
And yes they'll ask you where you've been
And you'll have to tell them again and again
And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
Come on take my hand
We're going for a walk, I know you can
You can wear anything as long as it's not black
Please don't mourn forever
She's not coming back
And yes they'll ask you where you've been
And you'll have to tell them again and again
And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
Do you remember telling me you found the sweetest thing of all
You said one day of this was worth dying for
So be thankful you knew her at all
But it's no more
And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you probably don't want to hear tomorrow's another day
Well I promise you you'll see the sun again
And you're asking me why pain's the only way to happiness
And I promise you you'll see the sun again
See the sun again
song performed by by Dido
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A female spider’s cobweb and a scrawny poor man
The featherweight skeleton entangled in a cobweb.
It’s not an ordinary one and very strong.
He is unable to survive.
“Unnecessarily you trapped in my net.
Frankly this is for insects I wove.
Never mind my dear I prefer coexistence and I have no any objections of your stay.” Spider replied smoothly.
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And fester Elm tree laments in solitude
My little twitter birds I am so sorry as I cannot give you shelter anymore.
The autumn comes stealthily with strong winds,
Of course! It takes my innocent withered leaves away.
Winter in camouflage; sniffs the green light like a polar bear.
I'll guide you to a better place where the kids college stands.
They start a new program in the musical theatre it seems.
Enjoy the exciting world of dance
And please do not miss this jump opportunity.
You'll learn more songs and when spring comes
You could sing the mysterious song of life rhythmically in rival.
*I dedicate this poem in gratitude to West Virginian Nightingale
before the music ends....Sandra.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Only The Strong Survive (Take 22)
I remember my first love affair
Somehow or another the whole darn thing went wrong
My mamma had some great advice
So I thought I'd put it into words of this song
I can still hear her sayin' it
Boy, Oh, I see you're sittin' out there all alone
Cryin' your eyes out 'cos the woman that you love has gone
Oh, there's gonna be, there's gonna be a whole lot of trouble in your life
Oh, so listen to me get up off your knees 'cos only the strong survive
That's what she said, only the strong survive
Only the strong survive,
Oh you've got to be strong, you'd better hold on
Don't go all around with your head hung down
Well I wouldn't let that little girl
No, I wouldn't let her know that she made me feel like a clown
There's a whole lot a girls lookin' for a good man like you
Oh but you'll never meet 'em if you give up now and say that your life is through
Yes she said: Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
You've got to be a man, you've got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
Oh, you've got to be strong, you'd better hold on
'Cos only the strong survive
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive,
Well, you've got to be a man, you've got to take a stand
Only the strong survive, only the strong survive
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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A touch of happiness
Could I ever have the happiness
of those who cannot walk
having a first step even if small?
Could I ever have the happiness
of those unsighted feeling
shadows for the first time?
Could I have the happiness
of music heard by one who
hear no sound?
Could I have the happiness
of the hungry parent
able to feed a child?
Could I have the happiness
of ones who after hard falls
finds no more holes?
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Did we forgot how to appreciate what we have, the small things, have we forgotten our priorities? ..Do we really need to gain a big loss for the chance to touch happiness?
What
IS
Happiness? ?
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Forenoon
It seems that Sun almost tired burning forever in the vast sky.
He lazily rises for another day.
A flock of birds fly as usual for their daily findings.
Moon hides as she scares to scorch in vain.
Struggle of human wake from scratch to fight and notch up their goals.
How many mornings the man has to wake up until he gets his permanent sleep
And to avoid the life’s Beep?
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A Part Of Happiness
If you want a big happiness part
Then listen with an open heart
And be brave to bear it all
Either its a pain or a joy that's small
So never hurry in listening to
The wishes of heart passing through
Any phase of trouble or pain
And any trace of joy or fain
And try working hard each day
For happiness is found along the way
So don't wait till you meet the end
For then life will not happiness send
And learn this rule of happiness today
That it is found along life's way
So don't feel inside bad or narrow
For happiness time is today and tomorrow.
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A silent pond
Lotuses, Lilies and some insects cajole with me
And I know they never leave me alone.
But I like to see the flowing rivers, creeks and seas
My unseen faraway relatives.
Oh! I am just a stagnant waters here
And no strange waves or peculiar sounds.
When gossip birds sing their beauty
Certainly I get depressed of my usual isolation.
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Tears On Face
How come my desperation on surface?
How my eyes show tears with crying face?
What reaction people may get from my sad appearance?
What makes this so apparent with its presence?
I shall prefer to mix with children
Play with them and forget pain even
I shall try to test their innocence
Forget about everything called romance
I would mix with strangers
Try to know their wishes, happiness and anger
Will not compare with what I am suffering
But try to know what can make them happy by my offering
I would not like to miss gentle wind
Coolness, breeze and everything to find
How one can give happiness at little try?
I would then assess fairly and feel very shy
I would not cry when hear baby’s cry
It will her or his earnest try
To adjust with new world
Then how can I feel bad and turn cold?
I shall avoid evil’s company
That will be offered willingly by many
I shall shut the eyes and search for something new
Then it will be different thing on face to view
I shall seek melody in some verses
Harmonize it with words and themes
I shall seek birds to sing with me
Make me feel good with ideas totally free
I shall look at shining sun beam
They have reflection of my dream
I shall not be alone but part of team
As plant will try to come out of stem
Why did I forget that happiness lies within?
Only heart was required to win
Rest was within contentment and happiness
The joy and happiness would have clearly been seen on the face.
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Why you so inquisitive of my whereabouts?
My night school's still dark
and the road I walk
Tar always black!
On the way,
I see rare night flowers,
They too have pearly white teeth
when they smile?
O the white Goddess
as passing clouds.
The white board in the gloomy class
Colored teacher writes on
with a piece of black chalk
A poem to recite;
'When forget-me-not
covers the old pauper's graveyard
Everybody thinks
It's the garden of Eden?
But in cruel Autumn
When the flowers withered
It's still the pauper's graveyard? '
[ From Father have I my stature,
my zest for earnest living;
From little Mother
my gay nature,
My love of story-telling.]-Goethe
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A whisper in the weeds
They cut in a hurry for the sport complex
And I hear the silent cry of bleeding weeds.
'Where do we play with little insects
If you extirpate our wild plantation? '
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Those scattered flowers nobody picks?
Sad indeed as they're stampede
by the the puritans' feet?
Do not search freshness or the fragrance
Even with the broken petals
Still they're flowers?
[Five years since I left home
and now sick in bed,
I hear that cuckoo in dreams! ]-'Sad Toys', Takuboku.Ishikawa
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