Second-hand Event
Movement spurts the truth-
an endless journey.
The constant search for beliefs creates confusion.
Craving and wanting
generates more conflicts.
The meaningless life drifts.
Can you go beyond your dreams,
beyond your yearnings?
I wanted to disagree with death
the ultimate truth.
Life had many connotations,
there was no deliverance from reflections.
No freedom from trepidation
ego was the last refuge.
The ending of self
did’t take you to liberation.
Urremitting flow of time
awakens your soul.
Stillness of thoughts opens
the muted doors of meditation.
It suddenly transports you to the otherness.
You are not your name.
The indulgence to self
becomes a second-hand event.
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Writ On The Steps Of Puerto Rican Harlem
There’s a truth limits man
A truth prevents his going any farther
The world is changing
The world knows it’s changing
Heavy is the sorrow of the day
The old have the look of doom
The young mistake their fate in that look
That is truth
But it isn’t all truth
Life has meaning
And I do not know the meaning
Even when I felt it were meaningless
I hoped and prayed and sought a meaning
It wasn’t all frolic poesy
There were dues to pay
Summoning Death and God
I’d a wild dare to tackle Them
Death proved meaningless without Life
Yes the world is changing
But Death remains the same
It takes man away from Life
The only meaning he knows
And usually it is a sad business
This Death
I’d an innocence I’d a seriousness
I’d a humor save me from amateur philosophy
I am able to contradict my beliefs
I am able able
Because I want to know the meaning of everything
Yet sit I like a brokenness
Moaning: Oh what responsibility
I put on thee Gregory
Death and God
Hard hard it’s hard
I learned life were no dream
I learned truth deceived
Man is not God
Life is a century
Death an instant
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(V - 2009) The Truth of the Truth
The Sages and Seers
That be and have been
Cannot have seen
The truth of the Truth!
What they see as Truth
Is Truth merely
It’s not really
The truth of the Truth!
The Ultimate Truth
Cannot be known
We aren’t that grown –
The truth of the Truth!
We’re part of the Truth
We’re trying to see
We’re yet so tiny –
The truth of the Truth!
Though hard and great
The pains we give
We cannot outlive
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to you once
Remains not the same
So changing the game –
The truth of the Truth!
What’s Truth to a man
Is not Truth to all
That’s what we call
The truth of the Truth!
These thoughts as I pen
It’s Truth to me
It’s to me only
The truth of the Truth!
A Hybrid Of Man
Confessional truth
is not my aggressive ego,
it is my fault.
The resolution of my conflicts with time,
the smell of the broken limbs,
my head in hoisted fever,
my eyes searching for a cloud.
The ultimate otherness,
of an idea baffles me.
Charity creates the misery,
you seek a window,
not the sky.
Looking for the gods,
enjoying the sweet depression,
of a pseudo-hurt.
I wanted the sanctity of a tree,
full of fragrant bloom.
To break the spell of hot arguments,
the fire of ideals,
projects self worship.
Town meets casually to select
a hybrid of man,
and a beast.
poem by Satish Verma
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Confusion
I wanted to go right but went left
I wanted to go up but went down
I wanted to cry but I laughed.
I wanted in my life a displacement
But I found myself in the circus circle.
I wanted to sleep well but found awake
I did not want to think but found myself thinking.
I wanted them to understand me
but they forced me to understand them
To increase my knowledge I wanted to distribute
but they forced me to conceal.
I wanted to be straight but they taught me how to crook
smile with a hidden dagger behind.
I wanted to give them food but they threw them out closing the doors of mind.
They talk but words fall like yellow foliage dry
They love but this love is a bug sucks the blood, none can deny.
Lie and truth, life and death, good and bad, right and wrong
All mixed up with time, place and people, a total confusion.
When truth is not beauty and it is confined in
When falsehood is not ugly and it is spread out like perfume
Then your brain burn the fuse and you are totally confused.
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Legend Withers
I do not display, but am.
Where the heart lies.
In truth. I try to discover the centre
of sorrow and bliss.
Life has not given
me full text of death.
The shadows are larger than reals.
You will not remember me
in endless night.
I am going on a long journey
to find out what is death of a name
the death of a prayer,
and ending of self.
The naked helices of truth are blazing.
Death of a dawn
some thing dies in me.
I don’t grieve.
The frozen pain melts,
legend withers.
The shadow is liberated from image.
The sadness leaves the fingerprints on my face.
poem by Satish Verma
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Truth
The truth about a truth is that
The truth can’t be concealed for long;
And when revealed, the truth appears
A bigger truth than what it was.
Truth is beautiful; splendid;
Truth is eternal; everlasting;
Truth is endearing to righteous hearts;
Truth is consoling, comforting;
Truth is perennial; evergreen;
Truth is God.
Truth is a virtue all yearn for;
Truth is global, heavenly;
Truth is uncompromising;
Truth is always encouraging;
Truth is desirable; exhilarating.
Truth is mankind’s ultimate search;
Truth is a great topic of research;
Truth is delighting; enchanting;
Truth is trust-worthy from
Beginning to the end.
No lies can hide a truth for long;
No lies can make a lie, a truth;
All lies will vanish leaving truth exposed,
As bright as ever any time.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 21-08-2010
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My endless journey.........
I am fed up with dreams of my future
I want reality in my life with love
Looking forward to end my troubles
But life seems to be endless journey
I want to drift through eternity
I want to see the light that brightens me
Looking forward to end my fear
But life seems to be endless journey
I want to bury my worries forever
I want to draw the power from my soul
Looking forward to end my tears
But life seems to be endless journey
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My endless journey.........
I am fed up with dreams of my future
I want reality in my life with love
Looking forward to end my troubles
But life seems to be endless journey
I want to drift through eternity
I want to see the light that brightens me
Looking forward to end my fear
But life seems to be endless journey
I want to bury my worries forever
I want to draw the power from my soul
Looking forward to end my tears
But life seems to be endless journey
Ravi Sathasivam / Sri Lanka
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The Nirvana
Tracing the primordial culture of truth
in its oneness, we find the ultimate answer.
Still the negative effect prevails
increasing the confusion.
Existence in now, has a travesty of truth.
Can we breakaway from our past?
Can we exist between right and wrong?
Between good and evil?
Between truth and fiction?
How many faces has reality?
The Self amalgamates the formulations
provides the mind with the safe exits.
The visualization
was not a happening, not actuality
an escape from pain & reality?
The thoughts were always disturbing
creating a false identity.
Thoughtless self had no movement.
Was that the nirvana?
The final moksha?
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Poetry & Meditation
Poetry is the heart of life
Meditation is the soul of life
Poetry removes obnoxious thoughts
Meditation evolves the power of thoughts
Poetry is song of life
Meditation is music of life
Poetry and meditation makes the life
an enlighten one
poem by Ramesh Rai
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D-day
It was the centre of inferno,
where we met -
the chaste tree was burning.
Beyond the time,
we opened up our memories,
churning our minds.
That was without
space & measurements.
I am again turning deaf.
The stillness had a vocabulary,
and the words hummed a silence.
I emptied all my rooms,
came out to listen to otherness.
How thin was the happening,
the thoughts drifted out,
visibility became poor
and ending of pain came soon.
Pure tearless eyes,
became loyal to truth
which eluded the prayers.
I did’t want to hurt the lights
or myths would glorify the herd.
When the sun becomes cloudless,
I will come for D-day.
poem by Satish Verma
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Truth Is Wealth
Truth is power, truth is true wealth,
Truth is unequalled ultimate strength,
Truth makes soul its own king
And makes the angels in heaven sing,
Truth is joy, truth is sunshine,
Truth is heart's pristine sheen.
Truth is true friend if we side with it,
And the deadliest foe while stand against it,
Truth strikes terror in law-breakers' heart
And shakes those hearts that go short of it,
For truth is all, truth is tall,
No noble soul ever refrains from its call.
Truth is might, truth is true light,
Truth is the path always is right.
poem by Pratheek Praveen
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The Life Of Man
The life of man here in this world is an adventure and one of self discovery
the emphasis being in searching for something that is lost and its recovery.
Through the accumulation of knowledge man gains a little wisdom
but it's only with self knowledge does he ever attain true freedom.
Man's life isn't only that which is confined between birth and death
but includes that between death and rebirth and beyond in breadth.
A human being is not just a creature with only a body and a mind
but is also a soul which is of a spiritual nature or essence in kind.
The life of man undergoes many ups and downs in his worldly travail
and is only after much struggle here beyond it he then also has to sail.
The body and world are like prisons from which he longs to find a way out
and it's from within himself only does the right answer ever come about.
Man's life is caught between many opposites his reason can't fully comprehend
but then reason is limited to the mind and beyond it does not normally extend.
It's through a spiritual awakening his mind can get a glimpse of something more
and so begins another journey of man's life in which his soul lies the secret shore.
The life of man is like a paradox and man himself is also an engma
and through all his dealings in life usually gains unwanted stigma.
By thoughts and actions man can either achieve freedom or bondage
in that play of knowledge and ignorance then lies his fateful heritage.
Man's life becomes what he knowingly or unknowingly makes it out to be
but behind all his efforts and accomplishments he really strives to get free.
It's by questioning his individual existence in relation to a universal one he may find
that he is a very part and parcel of That Whole to which also belongs all of mankind.
The life of man has many meanings and it's to one or a few of them people cling
as the world goes round some people, with all their heart and mind, often sing.
These songs of life not only do tell of man's inner yearnings and aspirations
but also sing of his eventual freedom in past, present or future generations.
Man's life is accomplished when he realizes and identifies with his hidden soul
and life's purpose or meaning has brought him to that actual and common goal.
The life of man is an eternal one and can be known through and by The Truth
which is really a song of Infinite Love and can give man his freedom forsooth.
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It could be for C.P Sharma
We search for truth but would we know
if our quest met with success
Perhaps truth changes as we grow.
We can’t be sure so we must guess.
Maybe there is no absolute
unchanging truth that’s permanent.
So we adopt beliefs to suit
whatever seems convenient
That’s fits in with what we think we know.
Because we fail to recognise
What we’ve been taught my not be so.
Though in due course we realise.
The quest fir truth which we pursue
would seem to be man’s destiny.
Its something we were born to do.
To search for truth continually
Although it seems illogical
I offer you this theory
The truth is something personal.
My truth only applies to me.
Your truth is only true for you.
It’s just another theory
I have no way to prove it true.
although it could be possibly.
26/04/2009
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Windows Are Not Supporting
In the culture of self, and wilting idol
who was going to interpret the truth?
To resolve the inner conflicts
of an ailing mind?
I tell no one my validity,
my loss, and my sudden realization,
of a dying aura.
Give me a poem, a childhood, a dream
I wanted to live,
without maligning a mirror.
Without a cold-blooded
murder of truths.
Life was becoming a waiting in blackness for an
audience with god.
A thought sits whole life
on a ruined model of a truth,
trying to get freedom from the
celebrated events of greed and hate.
Windows are not supporting the light.
Time for the greens
to make a decision.
poem by Satish Verma
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The Constant Reporting Done of Threats
The constant reporting done of threats,
To advance fear in a projected animosity believed.
Intentionally keeps the mind tunneled visioned...
In acts to protect,
Effectively one's nest...
Constantly.
And,
Makes a life lived in search of 'peace'...
Great marketing for those,
Who seek a hatred kept to keep.
With weapons made to be sold!
For the ones working up a sweat that upsets.
For the purpose to reflect,
A bravery known to be courageous and bold.
The constant reporting done of threats,
Creates an indulgence...
Of an increasing release of evil,
With a slice of exciting devilment...
One is prodded to expect to get.
By those who are skilled...
In the playing of war games,
As if in a tournament of chess.
With a hunting done of enemies.
And those proclaimed to be terrorists.
Yet...
It is the quality of life,
That suffers from insurmountable limitation...
From behind locked doors.
Yet...
It is the quality of life,
Harvesting strife and devastation!
To ensure division and distrust,
Becomes heightened on all shores!
To produce.
An inducing attraction for honorable death.
Oozing life from every...living...pore...that's yours!
Until the numbing affect becomes accepted.
Until no one living,
Lives...
To reject it!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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What Is Truth? Diogenes' Quest
What is truth?
Please verify your proof
Warped perceptions, systemic deception
Truth becomes mere conception
Truth today, rejected tomorrow
Confuses unfortunates caught in sorrow
A word, a pledge, verses of the Bible
Those who slander, practitioners of libel
Trust I'm seeking, truth I need to know
Lies I avoid allowing trust to grow
What truth does justice provide?
Knowing injustice sits by its side
The truth that all mortals expire
Myths of Heaven or burning fire
To place trust in what you think is truth
And find it was instilled in early youth
Awakens mentality to reality of lies
Shaping your mind and thoughts besides
To search the land with lantern in hand
For one honest, truthful man
Diogenes' quest - disappointment, reprimand
To thy own self remain honestly true
To the world, allow truth to define you
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Writing Its Diktat
Beyond the thoughts,
nothing I mourned,
nameless death was writing its diktat.
The dirty epithets were accepted for collage.
Simply a prayer was needed
for a childless truth.
Rudimentary terms owned
a beautiful diction.
The ultimate pain makes you dumb.
Words lose the vision, you walk in a hollow city.
Now is the time to remember the movement of truth
in a jungle of drums.
Eyes must find out the old path.
Huge crowds collect at the door.
Human connections are at strain.
The questions are never answered flawlessly.
Life should not burn like coal,
but be a tree,
in praise of sky,
wind and earth.
poem by Satish Verma
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In Search Of Truth!
Religion, philosophy and science search for truth;
The approach of search of each may be different;
But the object of search for everyone is the same!
Religion by devotion tries to explore great truth;
Philosophy intellectually tries to know the truth;
Science experimentally tries to infer to know truth.
Spiritualists super-consciously explore to realize truth;
Mystics by Nature mysticism experience existing truth;
Poets using imagination explore the existence of truth!
Emotionally, intellectually and spiritually all try in life
To know, realize, experience and feel truth in all;
Understanding that is the main purpose of life for all!
Whatever be the approach of all in search of truth
Nature is the only link for everyone’s approach here!
poem by Ramesh T A
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Freedom
Freedom is a must
It shall come to past
We need freedom
The philosophy for this kingdom
For freedom is love
Freedom is the truth
Ye shall know the truth
And the truth shall set you free
Freedom from evil
Freedom from want
Freedom from pain
Freedom to gain
In this life
We need freedom
Freedom is a must
It shall come to past
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