My Snake-Kite rushes to fly in Summer breeze?
I chopped a Bamboo tree
by the river side
and made you beautiful
to flee?
Pasted the multicolored
Chinese fabric on your
light framework
and I have a magical
spun cotton thread
that could be stretched
up to heaven!
Go as much as you can
But do not hit the Sun?
Wag your simple rattling tail
and speak to the Venomous World
Your innocence & the chastity!
That you're harmless
As a lass!
[Consider the postage stamp; its usefulness consists in the ability to stick to one thing till it gets there.]-Josh Billings
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Be like a postage stamp. Stick to one thing until you get there.
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The Squirrel
When I see you were climbing a tree
I was really ashamed of myself
as sitting in an office the whole day
like a plump-pudding.
What a marvelous bushy tail you got; and what happened
to the man's tail?
How beautiful the man's primitive stage of evolution
or civilization; simple, crude and fundamental.
Then his name was Monkey only
no surnames at all.
Now we are facing the Apocalypse
and the burlesque human are in antics and real canibals.
The tail is very important nowadays.
At least we can proceed to a jungle
and live peacefully with the help of our tail
jumping from a tree to another tree
for our survival.
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The present perfect roads full of pitfalls and uncertain future
Though you travel safer as a hermit
Yet you have to swim across the river of Piranha.
At the river bank you find venomous reptiles, Monsters, Cannibals and et cetera, .
A neutral lame person who carries his knotty walking stick only
And how does he face the opponents and obstacles well?
None is roadworthy on this dirty zig-zag journey.
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Nothing is more important than your health
To relieve my Arthritis joint pain
I started a rental boating in a river.
And the beautiful fish
around the boat,
They talk, sing & dance
As they're certain that I no carry baits?
They forced me to stay in the river
And confirmed that they could cure my nagging pain!
At last they said; 'Nothing is more important than your health.'
*[Still I remember the Yellow-tail Snapper's meaningful song;
'There are two types of pains,
One is physical and the other is mental?
Swimming is the best for the first
and meditation is ideal for the rest.']
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Mocking freedom in cagey avenues?
[Time is a dressmaker specializing in alterations.]-Faith Baldwin
Fallen leaves of Autumn
Covered the old nursery road
and I pick them one by one
into my pushcart!
Nursery was closed for vacation
A squirrel rested on a bench
and the swings were chained?
It's really hard for me to climb
The Post-office hill
with this nagging sciatica pain?
But I have to send this letter
to my faraway unseen friend.
Rusty coins not sufficient
for the postage it seemed
and do they accept my letter
without a stamp?
Anyway I remember the few lines
of my new poem in the letter
and I murmured to myself
on my way back;
'I saw my bald head
in the shattered mirror
and I threw the toothless comb
into the nearby muddy river.'
To my deceased loving Mother!
(Still through your far seeing eyes I see the puzzling life Mom.)
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Buttercups under the flamboyant trees beside the lake
The old ferryman waits at the river bank
for passengers?
But only one he sees
A lass with a cane basket,
Who believes that his old fiancee's
eldest daughter?
In this off season no more buttercups
But the old flamboyant trees still stand
They only know their past friendship.
Though he grips the oars well
Yet he couldn't hold the ancient faded love?
[One does not pour new wine into old skins.]-Jesus
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To the Postmistress of Promised Land
Dipped in blood; my soul writes a letter
to a lass of a distant village called infinity.
Her name is *Maya.Agni.
Could you please let me know the postage?
Sorry, I do not know her whereabouts and domicile.
If undelivered; do not throw away
Please keep it with you forever.
* Maya is illusion and Agni is fire.
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Life consists not in holding good cards but in playing those you hold well.
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Squirrel my little friend!
I watch your jumps from tree to tree
with that bushy tail
And your song I try to understand
If I write this way
Is it okay?
Man raises his bony hands and questions
from the dumb sky of his future?
Sky's helpless as she cannot stop the clouds
that wander here & there?
Man tries to hide his wealth in the river
But river flows to the sea ever?
Man sketches his sky scrapers
But nobody stays here and his offspring
fly everywhere when they grown up
Leaving the old sick parents there?
a humble dedication to my poet friend Narain j.p!
A Buddhist faces death not as a crisis in life but as a normal event, for he knows that whoever is born must suffer, 'decay', and ultimately die. Or, as someone so aptly puts it, 'Everyone is born with the certificate of death at his birth.' If we could all look at death such an intelligent and rational way, we would not cling to life so tenaciously.
'Ayamantima jatinatthidani punabbhavo'
This is my final birth and there is no more rebirth for me.
(Dhamma Cakka Sutta) . -The Buddha
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A Song of Despair
Her beauty wraps with a red checkered fabric
And her teary eyes with a shock of expectation of a better world.
Anytime there will be a blast somewhere.
She requests to stop the war.
Who listens?
They do not want to stop.
Why?
All are at the gambling table and they use these innocents as trump cards.
One day all these War veterans will be punished severely.
Who makes a harmless bomb and eradicate these nasty wars?
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The Rainbow Of Life
What happens after a rain?
When the sun comes out
A rainbow is formed
What's at the end of it?
That's the age old question is it not?
But really what's at the end?
You might say gold or you might not
What's at the end of it?
Is there two worlds
Is there gold
What is there?
I think there are two worlds
One world is more of a magical one
That everyone wants to go to
But the other one is dark and not so magical
And almost no one wants to go to
For we live in the middle
Our world is good and evil
Magical but dark
Filled with death but new life
If we are good people here then we go to heaven
The magical world
Heaven is like riding trough beautiful meadows
On a gorgeous horse
But if we are bad people we go to hell
The dark side and not so magical world
Hell is as if you were to bath in a sea of blood
With all tears of misery surrounding you
Witch one are you going to
Have you been a good person?
Done all the right things
In your life time
Or have betrayed the angle on your shoulder
I'm going to heaven not because I've
Done all the right things in my life
Because I'm a good person
Maybe not out side but inside
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Don't take the bull by the horns, take him by the tail then you can let go when you want to.
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Money will buy a pretty good dog, but it won't buy the wag of his tail.
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Serenade
Luscious Lass in lurk under the dusky evening sky.
Her lustre in the night fall,
Has the hapless Sun ever seen?
He never got the opportunity in his lifetime.
He is only a sad lover and burning in day light.
But the nocturnal song with her magical lute only the night hawks can hear.
If the Sun intrudes into the night,
He will be surprised by seeing the nexus of nightly legacy.
And you see how the Lucifer's hanky-panky?
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If We Never Meet Again
(words & music by albert e. brumley)
Soon well come to the end of lifes journey
And perhaps never meet anymore
Till we gather in heavens bright city
Far away on that beautiful shore
If we never meet again this side of heaven
As we struggle through this world and its strife
Theres another meeting place somewhere in heaven
By the side of the river of life
Where the charming roses bloom forever
And where separations come no more
If we never meet again this side of heaven
I will meet you on that beautiful shore
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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[When you're born, you cried and the world rejoiced.Live your life in such a manner that when you die the world cries and you rejoice.]
-Old Indian saying
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And I Always Keep The Distance?
I remember one day you're standing
with an umbrella in a drizzle at the long dreamy bridge?
And the secret river of love flowed quietly.
It's a Moonlit night and I was not quite sure
Either you, Moon or someone else
danced with ripples?
Let me say again please
That I was the poor river bank
Under the lonely Bamboo grove
And I always keep the distance?
to John Nebaza who's from Uganda!
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I saw what you did?
Oh! My harmless
Black Ants!
Granules,
One by one
You have taken
From my opened
Tiny brown sugar bottle
Within the whole night
And it's empty now.
I peeped into your little World
And it's a big sugar mountain
But I cannot climb
As I am a diabetic!
*It's approximately forty years ago, myself and brother Lalith we watched together a detective movie 'I saw what you did' a matinee show, Oh! That beautiful childhood never comes? Remember a filter cigarette 'Four Aces' we pulled together the smoke up to the Heaven!
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