April Moon hides in the unrelated sky
I do not see any difference between Saudi Arabia and the state of California.
It's really warm here now.
I peep into the vessels from the Seaport of Jeddah Tower
How they dropp their anchors in the designated positions with a singsong?
Here I stuck in a Gas station and I watch the pale blue night sky.
It's the same Moon and nothing being changed but I have changed my dear!
I am almost old and sick
And I cannot play the lute like earlier as the loosened strings never gives the heart-stricken melody.
Now I realized the sky and earth are entirely different
Though it's belongs to the same Master.
Along this parallel journey we never come across and let the mysterious fate dance as usual with the poor souls.
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poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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No lullabies since you all left the roost?
Scattered leaves
drift on the pond
and play with ripples
Mother tree stands!
Alone she whispers;
'Never mind they get real freedom now
The whole year they stuck with me.
And I hear the faraway thunderstorm
with her usual singsong.
That won't take a long time to bring me down
O this poor weak & skeleton!
[It's time we had uncommon schools, that we did not leave off our education where we begin to be men and women.It's time that villages were Universities.]-Henry David Thoreau, Walden.
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Hallucinogenic sound of the sea
Beaches have no rest as same as the waves.
Deep sea hides all these mysterious happenings.
Hey! Champion swimmer do not go any further please
It's deep like life,
And you may be a life-saver
But it's not applicable as the current has no live heart.
You are a novice my dear!
And many old ships rest on the sea bed with their rusty anchors
While the bearded Masters still stuck on bridge watches
As they cannot abandon the vessels.
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Her chuckle pelts my soul
It lapses me and I changed my course.
The beginning is very courteous.
We floated in the sky.
Her cooing like a turtle dove and she winks like an angel.
In the dark sky all of a sudden a thunderous storm came
And she changed her attitudes.
With the lightning I have fallen to the earth like a shooting star.
Now I realized my shortcoming as the star always belongs to the sky.
(Once in my adolescence I loved an actress and it's not really a dream)
I dedicate this poem to my poetess friend Sandra. Fowler
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Seclusion!
I tried to hide
from everything
and peep into a snail's
empty shell?
But not enough room there
for this pointless huge body.
Probably the soul could enter?
[The Buddha once described; 'Whoever was heedless before but later changed his ways and become heedful; Such a person illumines this World like the Moon freed from the clouds.He indeed a great conqueror, he who has conquered himself.]-'One Night's Shelter/From home to homelessness', The American Buddhist monk
Bikkhu Yogavacara Rahula
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Pegasus
If I am a Pegasus, the winged horse in Greek mythology.
Definitely I would have changed my stable, jockey and reins
As I want to be free myself.
I am sure that my Master would have released me
And I find a short cut for my loved ones.
I promise him to be returned with my lost identity.
Then I could have request from my Master to be a Stallion as usual
And give back the wings according to my phenomenon.
Master, please do not count my teeth as I am a workhorse without the working papers.
(To my poet friend Max.Reif)
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From day after tomorrow
I got a mutual transfer
from port of Rabigh
to Duba, in Saudi Arabia
eight hundred kilometers away from here
very close to the mediterranean sea.
I am bit frustrated as I miss all my friends here
and to get familiar there takes sometime.
Life is a journey.........isn't it?
Whether you like it or not
you have to move.
Oh! some kind of dictatorship
is ruling this fragile life?
When we get free from this bondage?
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Farewell
My far away dumb lass
I hear your unsung sad song
from your talking eyes.
Your shattered lips
will not allowed for a kiss.
With my faded dreams
I sat on an isolated bench
in this ruined station.
I am sure that your express train
won't stop here.
I see the parallel railway lines
which stretched over to the promiseland.
My stringless lute cries with me
and I know this is the last goodbye train
to the eternity.
Dedication to the speechless souls who died in warfare.
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Sanction!
My tiny twitter bird
beside my heart
Sang little while ago?
This poor bird lover's cage is open
and never it closes.
I could accept you wholehearted
with a solid promise,
not flying to another cage
with a singsong?
for Stella the poetess!
[To err is human, to forgive divine.]-Alexander Pope
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A Homeless writes on the Ballot?
O the rich Winter comes
Poor Man's eternal enemy?
I have to move from my cardboard house
Nearby the Railway Station.
A hole in my old boot
and a penny stuck in the wallet?
I have to skip fish oil
the doctor prescribed for cholesterol
But I have to fill my miniature empty bottle
with that weather-beaten Elixir?
For decades I just dropped my poor vote
to every Tom, Dick and Harry
But still it's a dream
The handsome politician's usurp Utopia!
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The Inner Music of a Dumb Orphan Virgin
The rich stars begin to scatter in the twilight sky
And the haughty Moon peeps like a new silver coin.
I hear the melody; the rattle of her rusty till
And she begs on the muddy road with her usual grimace.
I want to call her my dear sister,
It's getting dark and the time has come to go back home.
Isn't it?
She doesn't know how to express
That she is homeless it seems.
I saw a tear dropp falling from her eye into the till
And I am scared that would have melt coins.
I am very sorry my sibling
And please do not think I am stingy but penniless.
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I should like to repeat what I stated recently in the Jeddah Economic Forum in Saudi Arabia: It won't be the religion, but rather the world-view of some of its followers that shall be made current.
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The bridge over the river deep
Far away smoke rises from a cigar
And old ferryman waits from dawn to dusk.
But nobody peeps and they use the new bridge secretly.
Once in a blue Moon a poor soul comes to join the ferry
But he crossed only once and never seen him again.
One day he dreamed the old customers in a hurry
And the bridge has collapsed.
But he could not wake up and the ferry drifted away.
*On this mysterious pilgrimage in between the sky and earth, cries and wails of poor pilgrims.But the sky is far away....................................!
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Health Organization, Malaria and the Mosquito
This bloodsucking insect sings in the night its usual melody.
“My dear Health Organization and it’s mandatory I live on human blood
Though I give the disease causing recurring fever what do you called Malaria which I am not aware.
I have the right to live. Isn’t it?
The whole World is sick with so many diseases and you make pesticides to destroy our brotherhood then what about the mankind who makes deadly devices to eradicate the Nature? ”
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When dreams are faraway!
Yet, I close my eye lids
and pretend that I sleep
Hear the cries of children
Where they're looking for parents,
Planes fly in the sky
and dropp not money
But the poor wait
and see perhaps some gifts.
Moon shines with stars,
and the clouds run
Still I am awake
Though I pretend
That I sleep?
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Trembling leaves of the money tree
Poor souls pray beneath the tree,
If a strong wind comes
Leaves would be scattered
And they can pick into their bags.
Yes, the storm came but leaves are still there
And the poor souls blown away!
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Fate of a votary is written by God
Fate of a votary is written by God
Can it be changed now and then?
No, it can not be changed by men,
Regarding fate none is ready to nod,
If a baby is born to a rich person,
That baby becomes a rich man in life,
Then he marries to a wealthy wife,
What about the fate of a poor man’s son?
Every fate depends upon NATURE,
By Nature a rich to a poor is addressed,
Nature also brightens a poor son’s future,
ON the mercy of Lord a fate is stressed,
Nature can make a hill to a creature,
If God likes, it can be changed or redressed.
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An Athlete and a Tennis player
They met finally and she's a sportswoman it seems
And he asked; ' Are you an athlete? '
'Sorry Honey, I never ran even in a dream
And you must be a Tennis player.' She replied.
'You have mistaken dear and these Tennis shoes I borrowed from a friend of mine.' He explained.
'That's fine and let's start running and we must be punctual at the trail of mysterious destiny.' She murmured like a singsong.
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So Soon We Change
(rod stewart / chen, savigar, cregan, grainger)
Seems like only yesterday
We were laughing like a couple of kids
Fun we had when first met
Aint been around much since
Sharing every hour every day
Funny how time slips away
But theres no replacement, baby
When the good times fade away
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Funny how soon we change
Oh how soon we changed
You remember caseys bar
And maxfields after dark
We were different people then
Inseparable never apart
But now the novelty is wearing thin
We spend most time arguing
It was all so easy then
Itll never be again
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
I thought I knew you inside out
But obviously I was wrong
Makes no difference what I say
We just dont get along
Face the facts it can never last
Were driffing apart real fast
Id gladly give up everything
To start all over again
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Funny how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Funny how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
Oh how soon we changed
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Olympic Games started with a bang!
I too watched the grand spectacle
in my old T.V.,
Really it's beautiful
and a superb pageant!
But I have a regret
and a sad poem gathers in my heart of the colonial
poor friends who left behind?
They could run faster than Jaguar when in hunger
But unfortunately their loose-leaf passports were not endorsed
for flying overseas because they're still rural village birds
bare-footed?
[It's good to have an end to journey towards;
but it's the journey that matters, in the end.]-Le Guin
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Slanted Lamp posts, Asphalt roads and the lost pair of synthetic gem-studded sandals
Slanted old wooden lamp posts
Hold the high tension cables
And the asphalt stretched
Silent roads,
Give their broken shoulders
To pass your proud vehicles
You go in situ and no more?
And the rest do their
usual schedule.
He who sings this unchanged melody
from a safe distance
And they cry in the life-theater
The poor audience?
*[My wife called me yesterday from the Temple that somebody has taken her pair of sandals at the threshold and she came home hardly barefoot? I didn't believe this as I thought it's another April Fool's message.Then I said; ' Not to worry, probably a poor worshiper like us must be fled to Nirvana suddenly, who knows? ']
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