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A Confession For El Cabir

you have been immersed
in a pond filled with the holiest of all the
purified waters blessed by
all the saints in your mind
by all the angels in your books

yet you are still silenced by your restraints
every morning you stand by your window watching nothing

yes the wind that sweeps away the mahogany leaves
on the roof of the catwalk where no one is walking because the semester
just ended and you have no home to
go

the apartment is another lonely room
it serves you no good
you never had sex there with a stranger

you have been growing money in your bank
and it is giving you more grief

it is not greed, but it is the inability to be open to yourself
and give yourself a break by stepping out of the university and
be
happy,

you have many definitions about what happiness is
and it is a waste of deliberation
alone in your room
where the papers are mute and as usual
dead

do not define happiness
just grab it
be blind
set aside your eyes for a while
have a leaping heart
be a frog

or a reptile, that snake with red lines and black lines alternating on its
scaled belly

or the grasshopper that sings on summer
teasing the ants.

i look at you with scrutiny as i make myself comfortable on that
velvet sofa inside your well kept philosophy office

it is a field of sadness
and i pity you

but what can i do? you are the wise man and i am the loose jackal.
you are shrinking like hell
and i am bloating like heaven.

what a conceit i have? never mind, call me a typographical error
of the university

nevertheless, i must tell you, i am not real.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness Is An Option

It is not easy
It is not easy
Looking from a window
At the edge of a house
At the edge of a town
Its grey like the day
When I lost it
Clouds overhead
I talked to a flower
That was almost dead
My body a prison
Why did I do it
Someone want me not to
But I still went through it
(living it upside, you gotta remember, that happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
Needed somewhere to clear my head
Find some strength a warmer bed
Maximum love in a minimal world
Id never achieved it
But then I believed it
So when I lost it - how
Im not sure - now
It was a strange feeling
Like a law repealing itself
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(giving it up, if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
I can wake up in the morning
And not believe what I see
Look in a mirror and think
If thats really me
I dont think I suit my face
Its not a catastrophe
Its more a philosophy
Like the russians wondering why
Were born under a blue sky
But die in a dark forest
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(but happiness is an option)
This is neither old nor new
Its always forever
Somewhere between sense
And ambition
Pleasure and decision
We have to make a choice
What do we want
Everyone singing
war, what is it good for?
While planning the next one
I dont need to win
You dont have to loose
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(you can choose)
It is not easy
But dont give up now
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
Happiness is an option
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, it is not easy)
The war within us
(so war within us)
(so dont give up)
But it gets easier
(but it gets easier)
The more we learn
(the more we learn)
I dont need to win
(I dont need to win)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
So dont give up
We can choose
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(chris: happiness is an option)
It is not easy
(no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no)
But dont give up now
(dont give up now)
(so dont give up)
It is not easy
(it is not easy)
Happiness is an option
(happiness is an option)
(if you are giving it up, if you are giving it up)
You dont have to loose
(you dont have to loose)
(if you are giving it up, you gotta remember)
We can choose happiness is an option
(we can choose happiness is an option)

song performed by by Pet Shop Boys
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Morning in our Family

Morning in our Family

“Ok, bye Daddy, I’m going”
Floats across the drawing room
From my daughter, dressed in sari.

Blue and greed are SCB colours,
Where she works for last 12 years,
Now looks like a walking Bank!

Very few MBAs stick to same job
Greed impels them, and fear of stagnating,
She is of a different breed!

Money doesn’t matter much to her
She spends freely; gives generously;
Saves minimum; behaves like a non-MBA.

My wife is on the other sofa,
Talking to Zorro and the other cats
By turn, but fond and proud of her daughter.

Joti leaves early in the morning to Bank
Via Gym in Churchgate, and she and wife
Reach back home only after 9 o’clock.

I go to office in the morning, in past
After going to gym or swim or both,
But not now for I seem to overexercise.

poem by Daniel Trevelyn Joseph
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Read Between The Lines

Uh hu
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
You got to read between the lines
Ah ah ah ah
Late afternoon
Its the sun going down
A call on the cell
Why is he in such a hurry
Leaving the room
Hes mumbling too
Now look what hes doing
Hes leaving out the room
No explanation
No ask for location
Just watching him pacing
Wonder who hes chasing
Looks like versation
The end of debation
Hed love to go swing and
(chorus)
You better open your mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Hot in the morning
Im up waiting for breakfast
Know your getting restless
This fool is full of questions
Little replying
Whole lot of denying
Instead I feel life in
So why do you keep on trying
Touch for the median
Now hes a comedian
Thats all the more reason
Its changing like the season
Are you still pleasing
How soon youll be leaving
Which one hell be creeping
(chorus)
(bridge)
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies are getting old
Its in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Your replies again told
Look in his eyes
Youve got to read between the lines
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on running me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Dont really think your pulling one over me
Cause i
I know whats going on
Dont hope you wont be planning on runing me
Cause ah cause ah
Ill be gone
Cause youre thinking
Your ___ aint mistaken
My temperatures peaking
Now why is you barely speaking
Busting his bubble
And he knows hes in trouble
Hes talking in doubles
I listen to him hardly believing
Changing the story
And trying to ignore me
Still reaching out for me
Still aint no point in reaching
Give me a reason
To put you back on the line
You wasted enough time
I had to open my mind
And read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
Got to read between the lines
(bridge repete 2xs)

song performed by by Aaliyah
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Heaven N Hell! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! : (

A place of wonder,
A place of grief,
Where float angels and demons.
Flowers n flames surrounding em,
In a place they call HEAVEN n HELL.

Heaven is like sweet surprise
While, OH! Hell is where torture rise
Heaven blooms with happiness n wise,
While hell craves for revenge n cries.

A lovely place, many say,
With faces beaming day and day
I'm dying of misery, many cry
With dark faces and tear soaked eyes.

Angels gaze at heavens door,
The evil sneer of demons that stroll.
Darkness fails to conquer heaven
While light captures hell

Happiness starts from heavens door
While hell is filled with grief n more
U cannot escape the misery in hell,
While heaven is a place free from spell.

poem by Harshika Ram
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Lines

I asked
Happiness
To give me
Some lines
To write
Happily…

It grimaced
And said -
There was
Nothing
In its booty.
It felt so empty.

So to help me
It went out of the way
To borrow some lines
From sadness and gave
Those to me.

So here I am
Writing some lines
To you, borrowed
From my friends -
Messrs. Happiness
And Sadness who
Were kind enough
To lend some lines
To me....for thee....

poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Dont Make Me Happy

You stare into the room, nothing there but space
No sign of any message gone without a trace
But I dont want your pity, if thats what you think
Ill take my comfort from this hole Im sinking in
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
Thats alright, I dont mind but dont try to be funny
Dont make me good
Dont make me mad
Dont make me fly
Dont make me happy
Its nice here in this room, you would like it, yes you would
Its got a bed, two chairs and a table, Id leave here if I could
Theres a man standing up whos down on his knees
Outside the cold wind sends a shiver through the trees
On the line, left behind, under pressure
Its so bad, leave me be, I dont want to get better
Dont make me good
Dont make me mad
Dont make me fly
Dont make me happy
I dont care what you think but think about this
It could have been somebody else, beware of what you wish
Now the door is closed, locked and sealed
And now you think you know how rejection feels
Waste my time, drink my wine, take my money
Thats alright, I dont mind but dont try to be funny
Dont make me good
Dont make me mad
Dont make me fly
Dont make me happy

song performed by by Deep Purple
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What Must You Do?

oh, those little things

like the brown grasses of summer,
a flower that blooms in the middle of those rocks
the worm that crawls its way slowly to the humid part
the black bird that stays alone on a branch
the tree that keeps on shedding off its leaves
the dry wind, the post in the middle of the rice field
a banana leaf torn on its sides
a concrete fence surrounding the university

these and those that people do not mind
are mine to write about

we make out our links to all these
we make our own definitions of the self
with what we also mean to them

the black bird staring, the concrete fence of indifference.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Happiness To Me

Does Happiness depend upon comfort? ’
The answer is definitely a big, ‘No! ’
Happiness lies in not comforts alone!
Happiness is not a static quality of the
human mind, body and soul.

All can’t remain happy all the time.
It would be foolishness to wish for a life,
filled with happiness alone;

Life could become boring, when happiness is prolonged.
Even A pauper can be happier than the prince.
Even A beggar smiles and sleeps well, despite much strife.

Happiness is a frame of mind that’s dynamic in nature;
Happiness is a kind of mood of feeling very well;
Happiness is a state of one, when life seems worth living;

Happiness is all within;
Happiness is in giving;
Happiness is in sharing;

Happiness does not depend on comforts;
Happiness cannot be bought by money;
Happiness is not all luxury;

Happiness is in being child-like, though adult;
Happiness is in sacrificing for others’ sake;
Happiness is in doing acts of charity;
Happiness is when you’ve led a righteous life.

Happiness to some is in dreams alone;
Happiness to some doing risky feats;
Happiness to a few is in a sheer lazy life;
Happiness to me is in loving.

poem by Richard Maginness
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Good Morning Self

i wake up
checking my navel.

i face the mirror
to see my eyes
blinking

a face blinking
i am happy to note

that i am not bound
anymore
to that which
obsessed me last night

oversleeping over
a naked body inside my mind

this morning
as i open the window of my room

i see a black bird
rushing like a stone thrown
into a white sky

a stone with the wings
of the wind

good morning self
goodbye
persistent lust

before i forget
i got a new mask

an office man
with a very serious face

no jokes
just benign remarks
about today's
winning politician

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Paths Of Happiness

If the path is beautiful, check where it leads?
But if the destination is beautiful-
Don’t worry about the hardships, keep moving.

There is no path that leads to happiness;
But happiness itself is the only path, goes every where.
Continuous efforts- not strength or intelligence, fetches happiness.

Happiness and excuses do not work together,
If we think about excuses, forget about happiness;
And if we want happiness, forget excuses.

Money can’t buy happiness,
But it is less painful to cry in a palace, than in a hut:
So don’t insult happy moments.

Happiness is like sunlight,
It shines in the corner of the heart,
And offer every morning fresh hopes.

It is very difficult to give happiness,
But try to at least erase somebody’s sorrow,
Like a good eraser.

Whenever offered with half glass of milk,
Call it half full and not half empty,
Happiness should be enjoyed with what we have,
But not reject due to what we do not have.

Happiness without positive attitude is merely destiny,
But happiness with a positive attitude is called, achievement;
So try to be a happy achiever in life.

Soft speech, clean heart, calm eyes, strong hand, focused mind:
And firm determination, with God’s love and blessings,
Always make us a happy winner, so always be a happy winner.

poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
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Time Is Too Short For Sadness

a leaf falls on the ground
the poinsettia turns brown
from red just a week ago
the snow melts and the
sun sets for another day

the rain stops falling
it cannot be forever
nothing lasts forever
happiness like a guest
sleeping in your room
only for a night or two

and takes the road on
the following morning
transfering to another
place another time

a bird with bleeding heart
stops for a while on your window
and gazes at you with pity

the wind cannot stay longer
it has no love story to really tell
these boring sad tales about
love unrquited about love lost
and never recovered
i have no more ears for them

another seed of the peanut
grows, sprouting to see a
beautiful morning sky

you see all these changes and
locomotions of wind, earth and sky
of man, his heaven, his earth
his heart, his legs, his muscle,
his skin, his mouth, his lips
his thighs, hair, his bulge
he is everyday growing for you

you ask what are these all about?
it is all about love and time and
temporalities, swift passing days
like that wind and bird on the window
it is about the irrelevance of sadness

they all gaze at you with pity
and they move on without sympathy
in haste reminding you: why waste?
why fret? why not sing the song of love instead?
why not munch, chew, swallow all desire?

i can feel your heart palpitating asking for more.

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Unshackle

It was time to bid you, good bye.
Tears in my eyes knew,
It’s inability to hold you back.
Still like monsoon rain,
It showered, till
The reality was absorbed in my mind.
You moved on since then,
But, why couldn’t I?

No more song of suffering
Now I want to scream in joy.
No more shadow of cloud,
Even the happiness cloys.
Enough of this close room,
Let the walls come down.
Let my vision, be filled with green
Remove all pale and brown.
Let me stand beneath the sky;
Open arms like spread out wings
Let me think, that I can fly.

poem by Kingshuk Chakraborty
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The White Poodle

the white poodle rushes inside
the living room
this early morning when i
first open the door
for the air and light
to come in

as i stand by the window
to see the world again
it wags its tail
asking for a little attention
which i so willingly give
and then
with all affection it sits
near my feet

i put my hand on its head
and it rubs its head
warmly on my palm

as usual
we mark this day
with friendship

and then another day unfolds
like a bud blooming for happiness

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Oh..Just Call Me Happy!

Happy is the name
You can call me
Leaving tomorrow's sadness
Focusing on today's happiness

Happiness, is an inside job for me
I can make it, or break it
It is mine to decide
It is my choice

Call me..HAPPY!

poem by Meggie Gultiano
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Angels

Take this man to prison, the man heard herod say,
And then four squads of soldiers came and carried him away.
Chained up between two watchmen, peter tried to sleep,
But beyond the walls an endless prayer was lifting for his keep.
Then a light cut through the darkness of a lonely prison cell,
And the chains that bound the man of God just opened up and fell,
And running to his people before the break of day,
There was only one thing on his mind, only one thing to say:
Angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
God only knows the times my life was threatened just today.
A reckless car ran out of gas before it ran my way.
Near misses all around me, accidents unknown,
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home.
But I know theyre all around me all day and through the night.
When the enemy is closing in, I know sometimes they fight
To keep my fight from falling, Ill never turn away.
If youre asking whats protecting me then youre gonna hear me say:
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angles watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me....
Angels watching over me.
Got his angels watching over me, every move I make,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me, every step I take,
Angels watching over me!
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me,
Angels watching over me!
Though I never see with human eyes the hands that lead me home....

song performed by by Amy Grant
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Room To Breathe

All you want is the shadow behind me
Dont you know that its nowhere to stand
What if I didnt call you tomorrow
Maybe youd fall apart after that
You keep it so tight l cant stand it
Theres no room for love when its ended
So give me room to breathe
The choice to stay or leave
I dont know what you need
So give me room to breathe
If you keep in your mind theres no future
Lt makes now so much lighter to bear
If you deal with it ever so loosely
You just might shake it, it might clear the air
You keep it so tight I cant stand it
Theres no room for love when its ended

song performed by by Hall & Oates
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Perfect World

We can realign the stars if you just close your eyes.
We can watch the skies like we did before.
Happiness is when you wake up in the morning still thinking you are in a dream from the night before.
Happiness is when you breathe the perfume of flowers not noticing their backdropp against the luscious carpet of emerald meadows.
Happiness is following the intrinsic requests of your heart and soul and happy in the idea that you are doing what your heart desires most.
While all around you the mighty world strikes at the portal to your very being, essence of yourself.
Happiness is feeling that you’re only a small example of a grand creation yet still feeling higher than the mountains themselves.
Happiness is when you smile at yourself in the mirror without thinking of someway to change yourself.
Happiness is walking out the house not caring what your appearance is because you don’t care what people think of you.
Happiness is knowing that you are loved for you and not some made-up unnatural stranger.
To be seen as the real me, not letting anyone put me down or hold me back is what would make me happy.
Hence why I smile eternally.

poem by Jane Tomlin
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Okaerinasai

this is the stranger
dusty face and muddy
feet
caulked
he still holds the key
to the old room
his room
opens it
he was away for months
his dog is dead
inside the bathroom
the whole house
stinks
all lines are cut off
it is dark
he arrives at night
dogs are howling
the trees have no leaves
the winds are cold
the path is
grassy and wild
the squirrels left
when he arrives
nuts
the rats stand at
the door watching
his every move
there is a mirror
at the veranda
at the side of the
door
it is hazy
it could be me
in this
horrible
thought

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Lives Of The Saints Ii

The lives of the saints are very good
Because the saints takes care of their health and Hygiene very well
The saints always changes their clothes everyday because they transpire Very fast in heaven due to the heat that is turned on in the Winter in heaven
Yes it gets very hot in heaven that sometimes they have to open the Windows just a bit so they can get some fresh air
And heaven is home to the saints
But the saints love living in heaven because there is no noise or violence
During the day the saints leaves heaven and come down to earth to Help in a food bank and they get paid for their work

poem by Aldo Kraas
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Up On The Catwalk

Up on the catwalk, a big wheel is spinning
And dollars to deutchmarks, and pennies from heaven
And up on the catwalk, theres one hundred million
With letters from thousands that say ''just who are you?
Theres one thousand names that can spring up in my mind
But youd call it blackmail and thats just not my kind
And up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk
And I dont know why
I will be there, I will be there, I will be there
I will be there, I will be there
Up on the catwalk theres street politicians
That crawl in from broadway, say then who are you
And up on the catwalk theres one thousand postcards
From montevideo, say that Ill be home soon
Get out of bombay and go up to brixton and look around, to see just what is missing
And up on the catwalk, girls call for mother and dream of their boyfriends
And I dont know why
I will be there, I will be there, I will be there
I will be there, I will be there
Tonight, under the crystal light, Ill tell you everything I need
Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me
Up on the catwalk, and you dress in waistcoats
And got brilliantino, and friends of kim philby
You float through the night time, like manna from heaven
But what, what do I know, and just what do I know
And up on the catwalk, in sweat that glistens
And I dont know why and I dont know why
I dont know why
I will be there, I will be there, I will be there
I will be there, I will be there
Tonight, under the crystal light, Ill tell you everything I need
Tonight, under the crystal light, surrender everything to me
Angel angel angel angel
Ah huh ah huh ah huh ah huh
One thousand names that spring up in my mind
One thousand names that spring up in my mind
Like deodata, michaelangelo, robert de niro, so many others
Natasia kinski and martin luther - theres room for others, away from me
Up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk, up on the catwalk
I dont know why.
Words & music : james kerr, charlie burchill, mel gaynor, derek forbes, michael macneil (c) emi publishing ltd reproduced without permission

song performed by by Simple Minds
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