I May Still Wait
The ennui covers me,
Like a black cloud.
With darkness all around,
And utter low visibility.
There are no hands,
To reassure me,
As I dive deep into,
The sea of Emptiness.
The delusion is crushing,
As of yet and when,
A hand on my head,
Brings me to this world.
A real, vibrant world,
Full of life and character,
I discover myself,
Out of the ennui.
I may still wait,
For her to return;
And envelope me,
Again inside the ennui.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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I Will Go On
When I have set out on a journey to mysterious;
Pray that the road is long,
Full of adventure,
Full of knowledge;
And the destination a blessed one.
Why wonder?
Where I am going?
When I am going?
How I am going?
With whom I am going?
But, I am going,
And I will continue to go on.
To chart out the uncharted,
To map the unmapped;
To discover the undiscovered,
To like the unliked,
To care the uncared,
And to love the unloved.
Still I care for you,
And I shall meet you,
But not today or tomorrow,
The day when we are destined;
To meet, to share, to enjoy,
And to love each other.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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The Life Is No Whiner
The plants are greener,
The life looks browner,
Evolutionarily on the platter,
The looks shiner and brighter,
Makes life a bit hungrier.
Not the crystals inside,
Or the water droplets outside;
The films that travel,
Up and down unravel,
The life reaches a marvel.
We watched them smiley,
They look back shyly.
In anticipation of Love,
And, care expect the Dove.
The water the pumps dump,
The growth not that lump,
The plants shun the bump,
World gets no more hump.
As the rain drops shower,
More ever so the happier.
The earth a patch greener,
And, the life a no whiner.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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The Dilemma
In the pursuit of dilemma,
There are two choices.
To engage in an earthly dance,
Or seek a cosmic dance.
To dance to the tune akin,
A snake to a charmer.
Or to hunt for the
Micros of the life;
Macros of the universe.
And the cosmos of
The unknown mysterious.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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Ignorance Is Beautiful
She taught me two things,
‘Ignorance and Beautiful.'
One day, she told me,
'Let me tell you,
The meaning of Beautiful.
God is beautiful,
Nature is beautiful,
Life is beautiful,
Love is beautiful,
Care is beautiful,
Share is beautiful,
Understanding is beautiful,
Trust is beautiful,
Faith is beautiful,
Passion is beautiful,
Compassion is beautiful,
Air is beautiful,
Water is beautiful,
Earth is beautiful,
Fire is beautiful,
Energy is beautiful,
Here is beautiful,
There is beautiful,
Everywhere is beautiful,
Everyone is beautiful,
Everything is beautiful.'
I had to intervene,
'Looks the universe is beautiful,
But what is most beautiful? '
The reply comes full and straight,
'Ignorance is awesomely beautiful.'
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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Love In The Time Of Childhood
All fixed up.
All sexed up.
We hardly knew,
What the symbols of
Male and female were?
So true to myth,
So unintentional,
So unconditional, and
So transcendental.
The depth of relations,
Yet got deeper.
The shadows of both,
Got stilled in,
Earth and water.
There was nothing,
To hide, and
Others to chide.
Yet nobody knew,
For sure, why
There were,
Questions of two,
Playful beings together.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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Spacetime Odyssey
An Odyssey through the,
Time of thousands days,
And Space thousands miles.
Here I stand again,
At a place that is,
In total looks mine.
The dreams of Stars,
Comets and the Suns.
The stories of Aliens,
And Spirits that were;
I do not know,
Whether friends or fiends,
But more to myself,
Than to themselves they.
I stand again aloof,
Like more a visitor.
With a visit that,
Grips a hold on,
A grim that hope,
Lies ahead of a,
Better life and love.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
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While Waiting
while waiting
be it in the bus
or in the rest rooms
for something more
important
for something that
shakes my world
or twists my
fate
i look inside myself
killing the impatience
battling with
ennui
i write this poetry.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Evolutionary Dilemma
I had initially thought,
I was born evolved.
Through a chamber of,
The finest construction.
Soon years after I,
Heard a lecture on,
‘The Origin of Species; '
And was strictly told,
To forget the Almighty,
And his creations.
I was left wondering,
Knowing that a man,
Could make a microscope;
Analogically did it mean?
That the eye of eagle,
Too made, the same way.
Constructed piece-by-piece,
And assembled to see.
Do I really own a right?
To assume the creator,
Functioned the manner,
A tool-maker did;
Or should I think,
The other way round?
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Ennui On The Mountain
(daryl hall/john oates)
We dont need a whole lot of money
We dont need a cadillac car
What we need is a mountain in montana
A thousand acre world for the roadies and the girls
But you need a whole lot of money
Lots of loot, to tell you the troot
Oh, we know whats good but we love whats bad
And itd be ennui on the mountain anyway
Oh I dont know if its high or low
But its round and round and round and round we go
I dont know what I need
Everyday we try to get higher
Any way to the dream at the end
Am airplay and a golden concept album
So they pay for what you say
And they hang on every word
You and me are just ponce de leon-y
Looking for something we aint never gonna find
Oh, we know whats good but we love whats bad
And itd be ennui on the mountain anyway
Oh I dont know if its high or low
But its round and round and round and round we go
song performed by by Hall & Oates
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To beat ennui
[about Hindus in India]
Divorce unheard, once people were married
Only once. Once they wed, they stuck to it.
However, hearts were wed elsewhere by love,
Of course, in secret, to beat ennui.
27.01.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Paradoxical bases
One earns wisdom by learning.
One gets learning by errors.
Are errors the base for wisdom?
One attains moral by conviction.
One gains conviction by sins.
Are sins the root Of the moral?
One exudes kindness by loving.
One experiences love from insecurity.
Is insecurity the base for kindness?
One gets detachment by dispossessing.
One gets dispossessed from ennui.
Is ennui the base for detachment?
Evil is the mother of God.
18.12.2000, Pmdi
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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My Plants Tell Them All
As I walk into the Sun,
See the faint silhouette image,
Bright shiny and colorful,
The properties like and unlike;
The rays emanating contained,
The nuisances too mirage,
Will it or won't it?
The matter stuck for life;
As my green plants show,
The shrunk and the wilt,
The browner, I wonder, how?
Not that they plan to cover,
The part or the whole of it.
Guess it, that we uncover,
The lest the matter stood,
In anticipation of a hood,
The sparks the blue and green,
My plants shall become sheen.
The birds may fly wither;
The veritas might just unfold,
The veracity might get a fold.
For the love of my plants,
I keep the sky open;
And they smile that lasts,
Clear as water, and no mean,
The words just flutter,
The conscience may clutter,
For the life not to butter,
Might the sky get a shutter?
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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Life creates itself in delirium and is undone in ennui.
quote by Emile M. Cioran
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Magnificent (Double Acrostic)
M ystifying covers forM
A ll Nature's green and faunA
G racing thoughts excitinG
N ew life, as Curiosity is giveN
I nvigorating sights relieve all ennuI
F illing one with the wonder oF
I nscribed greatness there, and I
C onsider them wondrous bric-a-braC
E very bit of Beauty's facE
N ourishing one's soul agaiN
T hey all contain the Maker's message senT.
poem by Cynthia Buhain-Baello
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A desperate wife,
Caught in the tight web of life,
adrift with ennui…
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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Life is islands of ecstasy in an ocean of ennui, and after the age of thirty land is seldom seen.
quote by Luke Rhinehart
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Believeth As We Seeth
There was this small child,
Attending a post-nursery class.
Today was a big day,
There was a painting competition.
As other children, our
Toddler was too excited.
The teacher came and announced,
The topic of the art was,
'The Sky and The Earth.'
The eyes lit up,
The brains cracked up,
The minds enlightened.
Just one hour to explain,
The mysteriousness of,
The Natural Cycle.
Time flew like the supersonic,
The hour ended with the cup of tea.
The evaluation time arrived,
As it would decode the mysteries,
Of the mystery, the color-codes.
Among the normal peaks, there was,
This one, like abnormal in a Scan.
What was seen was peculiar,
Enough time to check and find,
The earth was blue, and
The sky painted green.
The thumb sucking infant was,
Called in and out;
The explanation amplified.
The toddler admitted,
'I ran out of the class,
To see the earth and the sky.
Ended up seeing the Sun first,
Glowing shining and bright,
I found the earth blue,
And the sky green;
As I rushed inside the class,
I found the class empty and black.
So, the drawing,
Earth blue, Sky green, and
Everything else black.'
The thoughts complexion,
Set into mode of perplexion,
Where did the White go?
And, yes quite truly,
As do love and life,
In most serenous of times,
In a decoction of unmindful colors;
Believeth as we seeth,
They may be green, too.
Copyright © 2012 Sanjeev Kumar
poem by Sanjeev Kumar
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The Virtue Of Self-reliance....
i wait for no one
and no one waits for me
copy: i am an island
i touch no one and no one touches me
does this sound like poetry at all?
does this sound like an existential angst of one who wants to hold on the hooks of words
fished out from the confused waters?
for one, i haven't heard the cries for help
there is only the sound of feet and hands flapping like the fins of a fish
as though
someone is short of breath
and about to die
i like this,
this way to the door of the music room
sitting on a bench
facing a piano
as i begin to press and let my fingers travel distances
each note
takes me to nowhere, relying only on the sound of its longing
no destination, no purpose
ah, like a cocoon hanging on a leaf
merely passing the time away
without the dream of a butterfly
inside its darkness
ah, everything blooms,
everything opens
let us see how can this happen to me
watch me as i too watch you
this must be life then, surprises all surprises
how can boredom be so real?
how can jejune be June?
what about the numerical ennui on the month of May?
listen, listen
drink the silence
savor this inner peace
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Ennui
There's nothing new goes on in his life.
Life is such a bore.
One day is just like the other
and both are like they were before.
Can it ever change?
Can excitement come again?
Can he remember how it used to be?
He's gotten used to this state he's in,
this weariness and ennui.
poem by Edwina Reizer
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O Flowers, What Spectrums You Impress On Me
O flowers, what spectrums you impress on me!
From feeling glee, to deep despair, and finally ennui-
But you are only flowers, nothing more,
And I am but a beggar at your door.
poem by Joshua Dinkin
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