Falling Apart
A surreal religion comes, straight to altar.
The doubts shift, organise the intolerance.
Life looks deceitful and modesty goes awry.
The craft, the art, the maneuvering become sexed.
Sperms gauge the pathway.
The beauty of empty mind,
always delivers an eclectic music.
We search our hearts, the bared silence.
The death was creeping,
within the seeds and,
we were counting digital roses.
The pinnacle of vision was crumbling.
You squat on the cinders of untruths,
it was powerful dementia.
The denial of fire,
was your timeless perception.
The brain had ruined,
the realm of hard truths.
We were falling apart behind the curtains.
poem by Satish Verma
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I Fall in love with Dementia?
"I Fall in love with Dementia? "
…"It is very sad world
Those who fall in love with
'Dementia'
Without knowing the past medical record
I was unfortunate to fall in love with?
How will I ever divorce my sincere love?
Dementia she has no interest in me no more!
Totally lost taste in life?
Acting as a stranger in my life.
How do I forget my love?
And divorce my life from Dementia?
She was only my life when I ever met
Today I cry alone Dementia recognized me no more!
'I love you'
Seem no value by name Dementia to her
Was I not unfortunate to fall into loving nest?
Please tell his or her
I still love Dementia?
Till God part us apart between us.
It is not our mistake to fall in love with Dementia but
To search for clue myself how much actually I do
Love Dementia in life once beauties drive my lonely hearts.
Those who are in love with
Dementia please take care of
It inspire all nation beauty of Dementia
And will inspire with passion of love.
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Deteriorate Disease of any kind except death!
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Toward better health in human being life on earth.
Prostrates secretly appreciate your Lord
To forgive you as sinner of all
Your memory, mind and health
Hand of almighty Lord by any method
Not hand of medical teams or doctors.
Remember your life belong to you
Don't give to your doctors to play with
Worship your Lord donate your life to God,
Then you and I free from any known disease.
Search Holy Bible or Quran for the truth,
No matter who ever you are
At the most critical time in life.
"La-He-La-Ha-Hil-Lal-La-Hu" ;
Is medication or treatment for any symptom?
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It duty tax free given to you all,
Only those who trust.
My heart arches for my beauty of Dementia
How much I love in word I lost as oceans of Sea waves!
How to recover my Dementia to love me again in life
My dear Lord you are only hope in my life remain for
My lover Dementia to bring memory back to reality.
Far as skies I discovered your name 'Allah'
And inside human being body
Today who should I bet in life?
Other than your name?
I shall never divorce my love Dementia by virtue nor
Will I forget your name 'Allahu' but recites in vain?
Until my Dementia say
'I Love You'
In life again.
As mentioned Holy Bible Quran Sura Kaf
After 109 years
Human memory returned in life how?
Without treatment or medication.
Dementia I love you by any cost?
It a lesson my Lord given us to learn from
Our generation to follow his instruction
In culture, in heritage and in our society.
To void such symptom
In generation in human being life or,
Search for treatment in the universes,
If you are honest and truthful indeed."
poem by Abdul Haye Amin
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Deserted Wasteland
Life invades the truth.
Who cares?
The night was thin,
my eyes will search for stars.
Now pain travels,
backward from a smile?
A myth unfolds the terror,
of infinite tomorrows,
an escape from the eternity?
We will die,
only in our separate truths,
united by untruths.
Picking our poisonous arrows,
worshipping our griefs,
an invisible hand unclothes our past.
I ask myself was it the spectre,
fear of extinction?
Death will not shout,
it comes quietly.
Death by cancer or cirrhosis,
it comes sailing.
We were already dying,
without our clones
like a deserted wasteland,
with lethal seeds.
poem by Satish Verma
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Move On
Some chickens crossed the road, straying far from the hen
Five reached the side one step below zen
One was a female, four were mad-men
Who moved on, moved on move on
Standing in line and falling asleep
Building a fence while were counting the sheep
Wed let you help out but our projects are too deep
Move on, move on, move on
You have to understand that when it comes
To making music
We meshed the styles of five alive and
Intertwined and fused it
Life comes from life and through our strife we
Strove to make the sound true
Compelled to spell it out, in search
Of what we must do
Our house was to small so we had to move
The neighbors had much doubts so we had to prove
That our soulful dimensions were true to the groove
We, moved on, moved on, moved on
Water the music, plant the seeds in the pot
Music is life flowing through... is it not?
Dont forget your roots, but also dont rot
Just move on, move on, move on dont be afraid, let your feelings show
Wear your heart on your sleeve, and let yourself glow
song performed by by Gwen Stefani
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In the silence of my mind
In the silence of my mind my perception is my reality
So life can be whatever I desire it to be
In the silence of my mind when fright fills my eyes with tears
I can search my soul to see if they are any reasons for my fears
In the silence of my mind I’m protected from the dangers of sin
And sheltered from the storm of trials and its thunderous winds
In the silence of my mind I’m relieved from pain
And even in the valleys of my situation I can smile without shame
In the silence of my mind my predestined path is revealed
And my short-comings and scars are forgiven and healed
In the silence of my mind there’s restitution
And the tolerance that encourages perfection
So when depressed and there is no help of any kind
Don’t stress, just retreat to the silence of your mind.
poem by Astell Collins
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Find Time To Experience Silence
silence
occurs not
in long bursts
silence
occurs not
in measured intervals
silence
is not happening
in counting seconds passage
half an hour
an hour embodied
in still motionless meditation
access
pure potentuality
in dimensions of silence
meditate
concentrated mind
is empty devoid of thought
aid
mental
spiritual perception
cast aside
turmoil thought fever
find time to experience silence
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Love truths, love only truths
Love truths, love only truths
Love truths and love only truths
They may be simple but
powerful they are
Lies may be great to your vision
They will burn before a powerful truth
Reject all lies and love only truth
Truth may seem to be a burning fire but
It never hurts its followers
The path of truth may be hard and tideous but
It is the way of the world
The way of truth is the way of nobles
To raise yourself as a noble in the world
Travel in the way of truth
Travel in the way of truth as a traveler of God
The end of your path will be The gates of Heaven
There will be a place for you to talk with your Father
He is waiting for you with pleasures
Travel My Man in the way of truth
He is waiting for you with smile and love
Love truths and love only truths
They may be simple but
powerful they are
Lies may be great to your vision
They will burn before a powerful truth
Reject all lies and love only truth
Truth may seem to be a burning fire but
It never hurts its followers
The path of truth may be hard and tideous but
It is the way of the world
The way of truth is the way of nobles
To raise yourself as a noble in the world
Travel in the way of truth
Travel in the way of truth as a traveler of God
The end of your path will be The gates of Heaven
There will be a place for you to talk with your Father
He is waiting for you with pleasures
Travel My Man in the way of truth
He is waiting for you with smile and love
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poem by Sakthi Ravichandran
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Music Is
Music is the Space of Silence,
Music is the Realm of no Thought,
Music is from the world of Spirit,
Music is your Unseen Nature before the Flesh,
Music is the Dormant Life in Death,
Before the Soul dies to the Birth of Life.
poem by Clarence Mohammed
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Man’s Destiny
Fear overtakes the desire to happiness,
death is an accident:
it will happen for lesser reasons.
The meaning inside the meaning.
Delay in perception was
due to, surge between despair,
and hope, between touch and go.
A transparency in truth,
is always rejected for sorrow.
Center of life was sweet.
Needs courage to go for,
a conscious death of a script.
Your existence shudders amidst,
the roar of pretentions.
I adore the bloodless coup.
The solitude becomes my timeless strength of morality
of enormous silence.
Mind suffers a smouldering fire.
The longing for the other side,
of the man’s destiny and will.
To choose was not the will for abandonment.
poem by Satish Verma
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Phantasmagoria
The swift movements passing my eyes,
What were they that I saw,
Like roses flying past my sight,
The imagination of a falling man,
Am I falling in love with you,
Or I am falling aside for you,
The images are real yet I doubt
I think I saw you holding my hand,
Yet to my hand I find you not,
Were you ever here my dear,
Or maybe the pictures I failed to deduce,
My eyes are filled with tears,
Should I make them fall,
Or maybe should I flood my vision,
I wont twinkle, lest You vanish away
I saw one that looked like you,
Passing in the fine gardens of lillies,
Did you hear my call,
Dont tell me it wasnt you,
Lest my voice called unto none,
The wind stole you in my search,
Did I find what I was seeking,
Is it real or surreal,
Me and my futile visions.
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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Blank
what can you say
when your mind is empty
I suppose come what may
there is not much to me
I'm just blank
nothing to say
what do you expect me to write?
I'm like one who has lost his sight
but has no dog, and no guide whose closest friend is blackness
and only comfort is darkness
i see no more than nothingness
yet now is when i can most clearly see my blankness
blindness
timeless but not unforgettable timeless
because of a lack of perception- all i have left is blankness
not even worthy of a 'ness' I'm just blank...
poem by David Knox
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A Perception of Truths Surreal
She holds dear to her heart
A perception of truths surreal
Peeling back the layered veils
We seek to know what it is
That we may define as real
poem by David Lacey
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Competition Smile
(phillip rhodes, robin wilson)
Looking up I saw nothing
But blue in the bluest sky
And now its creeping across my eye
Going down in my mind, down in my mind
Im high and Im hopeless
So help me to get untied
Fast asleep now Im going blind
Falling down in my mind, down in my mind
Just fine
Emulate the style
A competition smile
Now Im running, not looking
And opening up my brain
Where its easy to lose my name
Looking dumb in the rain, dumb in the rain
Im hoping youll notice
That no one else helps me grow
Oh, its not easy to let you know
What Im dying to show
Dying until you know
Pretending all the while
A competition smile
Now Ive thrown something far
And it haunts me like a curse
Im like a stone
Falling hard
And Im only getting worse
Looking up I saw nothing
But blue in the bluest sky
And now its creeping across my eye
And going down in my mind, down in my mind
Im high and Im hopeless
So help me to get untied
Fast asleep now Im going blind
Falling down in my mind, down in my mind
Just fine
Pretending all the while
A competition smile
Im hiding high...
song performed by by Gin Blossoms
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Then Fly Away
They fly away on thinking doubts,
With celebrations that relish the relics
They have worshipped, that their sound can concoct.
Days come by the edge of a river,
As if startled were the animals when too late
To run from the moon’s spirit
That awakens by night, always by night.
It is now silence. The water mutters all the pulses of washing,
coming from the water’s gauge,
He lives with the instruments and the gauge
To live with him, and doubts do shape his skull
When the water is not dirty and when dirty he admits
What the river wanted.
The flies are around.
The river is never around.
poem by Naveed Akram
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Roses
Oh, wind of the spring-time, oh, free wind of May,
When blossoms and bird-song are rife;
Oh, joy for the season, and joy for the day,
That gave me the roses of life, of life,
That gave me the roses of life.
Oh, wind of the summer, sing loud in the night,
When flutters my heart like a dove;
One came from thy kingdom, thy realm of delight,
And gave me the roses of love, of love,
And gave me the roses of love.
Oh, wind of the winter, sigh low in thy grief,
I hear thy compassionate breath;
I wither, I fall, like the autumn-kissed leaf,
He gave me the roses of death, of death,
He gave me the roses of death.
poem by Paul Laurence Dunbar
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The search for light...
The search for light
Not always good
Neither does it end well
Butterfly effect,
Fire
An answer to plight
Sweet face, beauty...delight
Beauty’s a cursed gift to have
Light-year speed not always good
When it comes crashing
Crushing your dreams and childhood
All the in name of search of light
An insect thinks, fire, its love
Embraces its glowing death
Beauty burns slowly as ever
Blindfold of misplaced faith
Searching still for light
Towards the fire, last flight
A Butterfly burns, in its own
Fire of beauty
Trusting unknown
The soul purpose of its life
The reason it was born
Was to die in a burning flight
poem by Saurabh Som
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Controlling Anger before it Controls You
When toxic and volatile emotions
Are causing confusion and commotion,
Feelings are hijacked, hot thoughts race,
Mind gets enveloped in a rage.
As a consequence, visibility comes down,
It’s wise to shift gears and slow down.
Switch on the wipers
And clear the fog on the mind’s mirror.
Lest you forever live to regret
And wonder how I met with an accident.
Take few deep breaths, and count to ten,
As anger clouds the perception.
Your ability to discern goes haywire
So whatever you say backfires.
First deal with your inner pollution,
To stop firing deadly ammunition.
Remove yourself from the object of your ire
Lest you shoot arrows of fire
And give in to your primitive instinct,
Do something that your mood uplifts.
When the fog finally lifts
You’ll realise, perception does shift.
Then you’ll be glad
Things didn’t get out of hand.
Anger is our worst enemy
Causes havoc in our life and body chemistry.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Emotional Storm
Seeking refuge in the surreal atmosphere
of the opera Tales of Hoffmann, my mind
imploding, falling in upon itself in violent
reaction to an overdose of politics
No comfort as yet in the safety of the library,
no intellect left - cannot reflect - a strangling
headache, got a book to cushion the leftover
splinters of my emotions, to cool the fever
Of hatred for cold political texts that reduce
me to the state of a vegetable, Jung’s tests
said this reaction is immature, everybody
must learn to get along without the lure
Of imagination and beauty; Sonia Choquette
said we should be inured to images of pain,
violence and suffering; so be it, I cannot pass
the threshold of pain caused by such studies
Tried so hard I lost my mind, feels like my
brain cannot recuperate - no synapse will
ever fire again, listening to Barcarolle over
and over, the only calming sound
In this emotional storm...
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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Search! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
the mate of beauty
searched for a partner
and found a beast
howling in the forest
she was beautiful
so beauty has no life in her
she wondered if the beast
so powerful could be hers at least.
she mirrored her face
and puzzled went on
what my beauty is to me
if I cant fetch someone strong to fend
The beast was surprised
to win the love of beauty
ugly as its face was
wild were its passions were
beauty was soft and tender
her feelings very delicate and modest
beast was beastly to say the least
all its emotions battled with zest
how could a beauty beast be
or beastly beauty together could be
ridiculed by the irony of the moment
nature prolonged destiny's consent
beauty was enthralled
the fountaining strength of beast she recalled
and amazing vitality and courage she breathed
for her the beast a boosting privilege
beast was honoured
beauty he indulged with decent corners
though he acted for beauty's innocence
still it made no sense for his essence
what drived the maid to crave for his presence.................
in life too young worlds
are crazy and contrary
they search for things
they dont have
passionate about foreign fashions
and imported sperms
or European Wombs
all that is One's own
one fail to rejoice on own..........
poem by Lalitha Iyer
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The Sound Of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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Sound Of Silence
Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
"Fools" said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you."
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls."
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence.
song performed by by Paul Simon
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