A New Horizon
Once my heart was stolen
And I thought my mind was gone along,
Like a flower without pollen,
I found myself singing a sad song
Desperately navigating in the dark,
I looked for sanity, I looked for the light,
Unaware that in a new journey I embarked,
To seek a new horizon and highlights
Now, realizing it was my destiny,
I let life takes its own course,
Knowing that nothing lasts for infinity,
I face reality without any remorse
Happily, with a new mind and heart,
I found the secret to fully enjoy my life:
"From my past I must forever depart
And never again my destiny defy"
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A Strange Wild Song
He thought he saw an Elephant
That practised on a fife:
He looked again, and found it was
A letter from his wife.
"At length I realize," he said,
"The bitterness of life!"
He thought he saw a Buffalo
Upon the chimney-piece:
He looked again, and found it was
His Sister's Husband's Niece.
"Unless you leave this house," he said,
"I'll send for the police!"
he thought he saw a Rattlesnake
That questioned him in Greek:
He looked again, and found it was
The Middle of Next Week.
"The one thing I regret," he said,
"Is that it cannot speak!"
He thought he saw a Banker's Clerk
Descending from the bus:
He looked again, and found it was
A Hippopotamus.
"If this should stay to dine," he said,
"There won't be much for us!"
He thought he saw a Kangaroo
That worked a Coffee-mill:
He looked again, and found it was
A Vegetable-Pill.
"Were I to swallow this," he said,
"I should be very ill!"
He thought he saw a Coach-and-Four
That stood beside his bed:
He looked again, and found it was
A Bear without a Head.
"Poor thing," he said, "poor silly thing!
It's waiting to be fed!"
poem by Lewis Carroll
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A Pride's Validation
Many times, like a baby I cried, I confess,
But I overcame that cruel past...
Standing up strong without stress,
I erased a love I did not cast...
Now, as the only architect
Of my new and improved life,
I got back my self control and respect,
Ready to face any new strife...
Even when my once happy heart
Was painfully and mercilessly violated,
I never felt the world falling apart,
And back on my feet, I fully recuperated...
Awaiting for a better tomorrow,
I wide opened the doors to another sunshine...
Without any tears or silly sorrows,
I buried my past on due time...
With my heart and mind now reconciled,
I welcome the new course of my destiny,
Pasting on my face a brighter smile,
Knowing that nothing lasts for infinity...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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Grandfather Says
"Sit in my hand."
I'm ten.
I can't see him,
but I hear him breathing
in the dark.
It's after dinner playtime.
We're outside,
hidden by trees and shrubbery.
He calls it hide-and-seek,
but only my little sister seeks us
as we hide
and she can't find us,
as grandfather picks me up
and rubs his hands between my legs.
I only feel a vague stirring
at the edge of my consciousness.
I don't know what it is,
but I like it.
It gives me pleasure
that I can't identify.
It's not like eating candy,
but it's just as bad,
because I had to lie to grandmother
when she asked,
"What do you do out there?"
"Where?" I answered.
Then I said, "Oh, play hide-and-seek."
She looked hard at me,
then she said, "That was the last time.
I'm stopping that game."
So it ended and I forgot.
Ten years passed, thirtyfive,
when I began to reconstruct the past.
When I asked myself
why I was attracted to men who disgusted me
I traveled back through time
to the dark and heavy breathing part of my life
I thought was gone,
but it had only sunk from view
into the quicksand of my mind.
It was pulling me down
and there I found grandfather waiting,
his hand outstretched to lift me up,
naked and wet
where he rubbed me.
"I'll do anything for you," he whispered,
"but let you go."
And I cried, "Yes," then "No."
"I don't understand how you can do this to me.
I'm only ten years old,"
and he said, "That's old enough to know."
Eldorado
Gaily bedight,
A gallant knight,
In sunshine and in shadow,
Had journeyed long,
Singing a song,
In search of Eldorado.
But he grew old-
This knight so bold-
And o'er his heart a shadow
Fell as he found
No spot of ground
That looked like Eldorado.
And, as his strength
Failed him at length,
He met a pilgrim shadow-
"Shadow," said he,
"Where can it be-
This land of Eldorado?"
"Over the Mountains
Of the Moon,
Down the Valley of the Shadow,
Ride, boldly ride,"
The shade replied-
"If you seek for Eldorado!"
poem by Edgar Allan Poe
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The Gardener XXVI: What Comes From Your Willing Hands
"What comes from your willing
hands I take. I beg for nothing
more."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
"If there be a stray flower for me
I will wear it in my heart."
"But if there be thorns?"
"I will endure them."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
"If but once you should raise your
loving eyes to my face it would make
my life sweet beyond death."
"But if there be only cruel
glances?"
"I will keep them piercing my
heart."
"Yes, yes, I know you, modest
mendicant, you ask for all that one
has."
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Destiny
Sometimes I think I've lost my mind
I thought I'd left my past behind
I live my life and all I know is
Follow your dream and don't let go
No one can live for me
No one can see the things I see
I walk this road no one can tell me how to be
It's my destiny
There is no right, there is no wrong
There is no place where I belong
I've done my time I've held a strong end
My life is all about this song
No one can live for me
No one can see the things I see
I walk this road no one can tell me how to be
It's my destiny
If I threw it all away, would it change? (No)
I would live my life again, will you arrange it?
There is a magic in my heart
That I feel
Don't you know that God is love
And it's real
La la la la la la la...
No one can live for me
No one can see the things I see
I walk this road no one can tell me how to be
It's my destiny
My destiny
My destiny
My destiny
It's my destiny
song performed by by Lenny Kravitz
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From Gods Heart
(3/5/12)
I was imprisoned in a world without love
No birds sang their love melodies
There was no regrets, no remorse
No religion too.
Until I found a spark and then found you.
You are the creator and there is no one greater
The spark then became a fire and consumed
Me body and soul, and once again made me whole.
I rejoiced and started to dance and sing
And saw the beauties in everything.
My heart so full and about to explode
Like a helium balloon I wanted to hold.
People looked at me in shock and disbelief
As my love began to creep
It crept into one heart and then another
As we started to call each other sister and brother.
Gods love spread so fast, and people found
Their hearts at last.
It became like a tsunami that covered the earth
And " love" then gave birth.
Stars shone brighter than ever before
And new life sprouted from the ground
All stayed in awe, and didn't make a sound.
People started finding the religion that they lost
And now felt total remorse.
Asking themselves: " how could we have let this happen"?
This is not our way- and with faith we don't play.
Now it's spreading from nation to nation
And from heart to heart, and all humanity
Wants a part.
poem by Louis Rams
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Yoy want anything
You want anything
"You want anything from me "
I told her to be frank and free"
She did not stop looking down
It was sheer fault of my own
I loved her and confided many times
Yet she had apprehensions sometimes
Any serious girl may think hundred times
Before making her self available on that line
I have great regard for her sense of pride
Many a times she opined and did not hide
I was afraid to face her in day light
As she never crossed the way to fight
This was my first encounter with her
She was bold and brave with no fear
"I shall face world but not go back"
To my words even if so much is at stake
I left her in lurch and went abroad
As I was poor and down with debt load
I had to make move with heavy heart
Even though I resolved in mind to make her part
Today I am back after many years
I wanted same original voice to be heard in ears
I sent for her a message with flower
To see me in private but not at place very far
I saw her with pale face but not completely down
She was in complete command and made it known
"I am unmarried yet" but paused in between
"I too same for these many years have been"
We both were passing through same phase
Life was normal but not with any fine base
It lacked warmth and life's discipline
How could everything be smooth and fine?
"I am reformed and at my best"
The past was past and passed off as test
Let us be one again and spend the rest of the journey
She smiled for a while and I thanked almighty
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Ghost Machine
Wittgenstein took a sip from his tea.
"You're wrong Descartes, I can tell you,
because body and mind are one".
"Wittgenstein is right", seconded Ryle.
He looked very angry
and shook his head as he continued:
"In claiming that your thoughts are separated
from your body you created a dogma
of the ghost in the machine."
"Gentlemen", Descartes said, "relax.
Where were you when I talked about these things?
You were not even born then".
"Wait a minute", said Bohm. "You're all wrong."
"What? " snapped out Ryle.
"You heard it correctly. You're all wrong", insisted Bohm.
"You have to explain", Wittgenstein said.
Descartes looked to be perplexed.
"Well", explained Bohm,
"since everything in the universe is information,
the existence of matter is nothing but a myth.
The universe is an enormous thought, a giant computer.
It is the machine, which is the ghost."
poem by Paul Hartal
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A Meeting With Despair
AS evening shaped I found me on a moor
Which sight could scarce sustain:
The black lean land, of featureless contour,
Was like a tract in pain.
"This scene, like my own life," I said, "is one
Where many glooms abide;
Toned by its fortune to a deadly dun--
Lightless on every side.
I glanced aloft and halted, pleasure-caught
To see the contrast there:
The ray-lit clouds gleamed glory; and I thought,
"There's solace everywhere!"
Then bitter self-reproaches as I stood
I dealt me silently
As one perverse--misrepresenting Good
In graceless mutiny.
Against the horizon's dim-descernèd wheel
A form rose, strange of mould:
That he was hideous, hopeless, I could feel
Rather than could behold.
"'Tis a dead spot, where even the light lies spent
To darkness!" croaked the Thing.
"Not if you look aloft!" said I, intent
On my new reasoning.
"Yea--but await awhile!" he cried. "Ho-ho!--
Look now aloft and see!"
I looked. There, too, sat night: Heaven's radiant show
Had gone. Then chuckled he.
poem by Thomas Hardy
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The impact of a hammer on your thumb
despite the sign
"No peddlers here"
a woman rang at my door
"I only want to ask you just one simple question"
normally I would say
'No"
'I don't socialize with interviewers'
I am never the reason
they will have a rise
of completed inquiries
usually I tell them polite
the right thing to do
from my kind of view
'Go''
however
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
"No
YOU should go for this"
I have a survey called
"the impact of a hammer however not on a brad …"
and she waited briefly
while I was thinking
"is this happening"
"this is really weird"
asking a question that dumb
then
she finished her line
" but on your thumb"
after listening
and realizing
what she said
intuitively I thought
"No way"
I wanted to decline
my cooperation to this survey
however
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
"Let me continue,
'You know I am not mad'
"Let me please surprise YOU"
I asked her
"What is this all about? "
"Later"
she said completing her sentence
"for the sake of this survey
I have to ask you first"
"Would you please describe to me
the feeling
just after your thumb
has been beaten
by a hammer? "
Now I knew
for sure
no more questions I would answer
not even a few
this woman
with her sparkling eyes
is really crazy.
how do I get rid of this her.
she was persistent
she explained
what the survey was really about
and I found out she wasn't
telling a "trained" story
"a hammer can hit you
or someone else
and it might look the same
it is not the hitting
causing the difference
it is that feeling of yours
which is
of course the reason
for feeling and dealing
your way with your pain"
somehow
today
this woman
looked right inside of me
telling
with her sparkling eyes
" Now you know
all the how's and why's
you are obliged to yourself
to finds ways
to recover from your pain
your life will never be the same
again'
she was a wise woman
telling me
what a fool I was
for a short
but allowed
amount of time
Or not?
I was wise enough
to answer the door
and find out more….
©Ellie Daphne van Stralen 2012.
poem by Ellie Daphne van Stralen
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The Ape And God
Son put a poser up to me
That made me scratch my head:
"God made the whole wide world," quoth he;
"That's right, my boy," I said.
Said son: "He mad the mountains soar,
And all the plains lie flat;
But Dad, what did he do before
He did all that?
Said I: "Creation was his biz;
He set the stars to shine;
The sun and moon and all that is
Were His unique design.
The Cosmos is his concrete thought,
The Universe his chore..."
Said Son: "I understand, but what
Did He before?"
I gave it up; I could not cope
With his enquiring prod,
And must admit I've little hope
Of understanding God.
Indeed I find more to my mind
The monkey in the tree
In whose crude form Nature defined
Our human destiny.
Thought I: "Why search for Deity
In visionary shape?
'Twould better be if we could see
The angel in the ape.
Let mystic seek a God above:
Far wiser he who delves,
To find in kindliness and love
God in ourselves."
poem by Robert William Service
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A Destiny's Highway
Since from your life,
I stubbornly departed,
Your craggy face,
Was perennially creased
With a simulated half smile…
It is the trace of time,
And you should know,
That my feelings for you
Turned like dried leaves
Carried away by the turbulent wind…
My once tender caresses
Spreading like a wildfire,
All over your shaking body
Are now, sadly, forever gone,
It is time for me to sing a new song…
My rejuvenated heart,
Still as soft as cotton,
And my mind as strong as steel,
Have set new boundaries
For me, patiently to follow…
No more tears or heartfelt pain,
Or desperately looking for you
Through the dusty hills
Or my own shadow or dreams…
Now, seeing things in different ways,
And going at my own pace,
To cast a new and brighter light,
Through destiny's highway...
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poem by Romeo Della Valle
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On Bended Knee
I ask my love on bended knee,
"Sweetheart will you marry me? "
To which I heard a quick reply..
"Yes, as soon as pigs can fly."
So I looked high, and I looked low
for a real smart pig, and do you know.,
I found that pig sitting in a sty,
And in a week or two taught him to fly.
I showed the pig to my love, and then,
Asked her to marry me once again.
She said, "I'm sorry, but I lied..
When hell freezes over, I'll be your bride.
Now, this next part Is sad to tell,
She got sick and died, and went to hell.
Her cold heart, turned hell to ice,
She's waiting for me. Now ain't that nice?
poem by Ron Tranmer
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Murderers
He was my best and oldest friend.
I'd known him all my life.
And yet I'm sure towards the end
He knew I loved his wife,
And wonder, wonder if it's why
He came so dreadfully to die.
He drove his car at racing speed
And crashed into a tree.
How could he have so little heed?
A skillful driver he.
I think he must have found that day
Some love-letters that went astray.
I looked into the woman's eyes
And there I saw she knew.
There was no shadow of surmise, -
For her himself he slew:
That he might leave her free to wed
The "me" she worshipped in his stead.
She whispered as she bade me go:
"I think he found us out."
And in her face the hate and woe
Was his revenge, no doubt.
Life cannot link us . . . though glad-green
His grave - he stands between.
poem by Robert William Service
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Ability 4
Naive she was outward
Much against the shock-stairs
Destiny specially built for her..
Sympathy wasn't close to her
From all around; unaware too
Of her heart feather-footed..
Only her destiny knew of she
Delving in challenging change
The thorned stairs for flower-strewn
A path velveteen in mum secret
Innocence is not ignorence
And her destiny knowing it
Slapped her in vengence..
Kicked her beloved spouse sixty plus
To exit leaving behind a gift-balance
Of grown up children unsettled..
Destiny is individual.. yes
But destinies...?
A sister destiny extended
Invoking in her a help of courage
She now stands out herself raised
A bold trudge in life's right of way
Out of their folly mellowed children
In total acceptance bloomes a smile
Her spouse soulful in her heart
She's more beautiful now...
poem by Indira Renganathan
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What I Want Is What Ive Got
All that I want
In my life
Is the feeling of peace
Deep within me truly
I took a chance
I let go
I promised myself
That it wouldnt scare me
Miracles appear I know
Now I can see it show
cause i
Found out what I dreamt of
And looked it up
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
Found out what was missing
And I looked it up and
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
Life is too short
To hold back
I wont live in the past
Being lonely now I know
This is the time
Of my life
Yes Im sure what I want
Is what Ive got
Miracles appear I know
Now I can see it show
cause i
Found out what I dreamt of
And I looked it up
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
Found out what was missing
And I looked it up and
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
Now Ive found out what ive
Been dreaming of
Its the feeling of peace deep within me
Cause life is too short to hold back
I made up my mind I just
Found out what I dreamt of
And looked it up
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
Found out what was missing
And I looked it up and
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
Found out what I dreamt of
And looked it up
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
Found out what was missing
And I looked it up and
At this very moment
What I want is what Ive got
song performed by by Westlife
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Kingdom of Love
In the dawn of the day when the sea and the earth
Reflected the sunrise above,
I set forth with a heart full of courage and mirth
To seek for the Kingdom of Love.
I asked of a Poet I met on the way
Which cross-road would lead me aright.
And he said: "Follow me, and not long you shall see
Its glittering turrets of light."
And soon in the distance a city shone fair,
"Look yonder," he said; "how it gleams!"
But alas! for the hopes that were doomed to despair,
It was only the "Kingdom of Dreams."
Then the next man I asked was a gay Cavalier,
And he said: "Follow me, follow me;"
And with laughter and song we went speeding along
By the shores of Life's beautiful sea.
Then we came to a valley more tropical far
Than the wonderful vale of Cashmere,
And I saw from a bower a face like a flower
Smile out on the gay Cavalier.
And he said: "We have come to humanity's goal:
Here love and delight are intense."
But alas and alas! for the hopes of my soul
It was only the "Kingdom of Sense."
As I journeyed more slowly I met on the road
A coach with retainers behind.
And they said: "Follow me, for our Lady's abode
Belongs in that realm, you will find."
'Twas a grand dame of fashion, a newly made bride,
I followed, encouraged and bold;
But my hopes died away like the last gleams of day,
For we came to the "Kingdom of Gold."
At the door of a cottage I asked a fair maid.
"I have heard of that realm," she replied;
"But my feet never roam from the "Kingdom of Home,"
So I know not the way," and she sighed.
I looked on the cottage; how restful it seemed!
And the maid was as fair as a dove.
Great light glorified my soul as I cried:
"Why home is the 'Kingdom of Love!'"
poem by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
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Journey To Light
Lost somewhere,
In between nowhere
Too far for the moon to shine
Too far for the stars to twinkle and rhyme
On a full moon night,
I’m on my journey to light
Tired of the dark
Where everywhere are howls and barks
I was juvenile to envisage reaching my destiny so fast
For what my heart says,
Slow down and reach there than never to arrive at all
Starving for a shaft of light
A thirst of shine
I know the life will change
My heart believes
From now and gone
On the way traps and hurdles
Sights with dark
Ponds and puddles
It was my mind, way to wrong
Because the light was where my destiny belonged
poem by Sanya Zahid
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Journey To Light
Lost somewhere,
In between nowhere
Too far for the moon to shine
Too far for the stars to twinkle and rhyme
On a full moon night,
I’m on my journey to light
Tired of the dark
Where everywhere are howls and barks
I was juvenile to envisage reaching my destiny so fast
For what my heart says,
Slow down and reach there than never to arrive at all
Starving for a shaft of light
A thirst of shine
I know the life will change
My heart believes
From now and gone
On the way traps and hurdles
Sights with dark
Ponds and puddles
It was my mind, way to wrong
Because the light was where my destiny belonged
poem by Sanya Zahid
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