A Buddah Is Born In Me
a buddha is born in me
&
every morning
a 'buddha' is born in me
as a clear babbling stream
are all my meditated thoughts-
the roots of worries
like mirror reflections-
the moon-beam of life
at a reachable distance-
i gaze into myself
in perfect perspective -
and visualize myself
as a rootlet in every happening-
the goodness of others blossom
as the bright bars of morning sun -
i destroy my poison
to let in good thoughts-
'bliss hereafter in my life! '
i enjoy in meaningful silence.
&
in the speed of seconds
in the friction of events
in the rashness of conclusions
and in the heat of anger
i expolde offensive words
and burn myself-
why everyone has drawn
daggers at me, all in unison?
i knock my head
in depths of darkness.
where my buddha
had gone dead?
how did so many ghosts
gain entry into me
to crush and drink my blood?
&
' i will turn a good soul tomorrow! '
i tell the night that drags me along;
i could read a soft smile at its lips!
-chandra kalaadhar
S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Buddha Born, Buddha Dying!
the buddha in me
looks like the buddha in you,
smells like, tastes like,
feels like, talks like....
i feel your need,
for you are part of mine.
you taught me about love,
when you were hurting.
the buddha in me,
reaches out to the buddha in you.
we inhale and exhale,
and night becomes day.
the buddha in you,
the question and the answer.
each a part of the other,
one must be for both to be.
the buddha in me, the buddha in you...
light born of darkness,
darkness comforts light.
the buddha born, the buddha dying,
no difference, no loss,
the journey goes on.
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Buddha Within....
Buddha's tears...
on the faces of every
hungry child in the world.
Buddha's emptiness,
in the hearts of every
person who has no home.
Buddha's sorrow,
in the eyes of every
victim of the bombings.
Buddha's silence,
at the roar of every
religious fanatic.
Buddha's compassion,
in the dirt of every
human being fallen.
Buddha's forgiveness,
in the anger of every
person driven by prejudice.
Buddha within,
seeks to evolve!
Buddha within,
just to be!
Buddha within,
already there.
Buddha within,
always has been!
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Buddha Eyes
Buddha eyes,
seeing beyond the visible,
and beneath the crust.
Buddha ears,
hearing what is not said
wrapped in the spoken.
Buddha thoughts,
connecting with all thoughts,
creating and forming.
Buddha heart,
feeling every beat of every heart
inside each beat of my own.
Buddha freedom,
letting go of...
becoming a part of!
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Lord Buddha
Buddha roared like a lion
and thundered upon the world
the message of love and karunaa
Buddha was as loving as the kangaroo
He wanted to carry the groaning world
in the bag close to her belly
to reach them to nirvaana
Buuddha showed up in the world
as if from nowhere
just as a snake does
Buddha hit the world with his fangs
and then suddenly disappeared from the world
just as a snake does
Was he real or was he a figment
of the ailing earths dream
Was the world drug addict?
Did the world drink hemlock to drains
to make a Buddha in its own image?
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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The River Is Never The Same
Buddha Universe of Good
Embodiment of Peace, purely understood
All things come, and instantly have passed away
Right Now; Tomorrow; Yesterday
Gaze upon the world - your soul is Awake
Meditate until the Ego breaks
You cannot die if you were never born
and this is true, the Quantum Buddha has sworn
The river is never the same
As the pages turn they wear away
Oblivion and Death are the kindle and flame
to Life itself - in it's endless Forms and Names
The River is never the same
as the pages turn they wear away
The waves crash on but, the Ocean is Still
In dreams we're Asleep, but also Awake
The gentle sky is blue; Perennial;
And it's just as Real as it is Fake.
(late 2011/early 2012)
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Just Picked Up Your Trash!
the squirrel,
climbing the tree,
is buddha.
as is the cloud,
covering the sun.
the mountain is buddha,
as is the pebble...
and the river is buddha,
with the illusion of flowing.
you are buddha,
your enemy is buddha.
your lover is buddha,
as is the crap you just took!
do you see what you see?
do you taste what you taste?
do you smell what you smell?
do you feel what you feel?
or are you each of these?
enlightenment just picked up your trash!
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Awakening The Buddha
this chanting to the bronze buddha
done with sincerity awakens the buddha in the self
the buddha that comes to one's own salvation
the one chanted to, remains as the buddha
in the world of absolute nothingness
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Casually I Raise My Head Into The Skies
casually i raise my head to the skies
&
casually i raise my head to the skies
bereft of thoughts in gloom-
yes, i get my enlightenment
and my disease is dispelled-
there above amidst the white clouds
the orphaned moon flake sobs in sorrow-
a few days ago it was the queen of the night
with silver-plated smile priding amidst the stars-
life is never ever smooth and song-full;
one day beautiful and brilliant and brimming with thoughts
the next day drier more than a desert fuming emptiness-
yes, i am reminded of 'shakespeare's lines
'books in brooks and sermons in stones'!
--s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Buddha Within
the Buddha within
waits just beyond
everything we do
to avoid seeing ourselves!
the Buddha within
has no color or creed,
no political party,
is totally human.
the Buddha within
is the pathway that joins
the tongue to the heart,
the eyes to the spirit...
the hands to the infinite!
the Buddha within,
not owned, never owning;
not held by the few,
the home, and the gift...
the expression of humanity
making love to life!
sameness, unity, freedom!
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As None Other Will Listen Me In Silence
god! whoever or whatever may you be
make my life simple
thoughts noble
speech striving towards truth
heart rushing to help the needy
head neither bloated nor depressed
mind never treating another
inferior or bankrupt of talent-
a resolve to walk alone
the path of righteousness against odds
a desire not exceeding my needs
a belief just capable of consoling my grief
and putting me back on life's unending stream!
god, i know i come to you with tears and pains
not in the hope i will see light
but to unburden my heart of my grief
as none other will listen me in total silence.
-s.chandra kalaadhar.
02.12.2012 / sunday
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Beauty Is A Simple Melody
beauty is a simple melody
lingering ever in our thoughts
not as a struggle but a cherished dream -
it never dazzles as the midday sun
but glows warmly of its inner soft brilliance
and puts us on a gentle swing.
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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If Alone Memories Are Erasable !
IF ALONE MEMORIES ARE ERASABLE!
&
IS TOTAL ERASURE POSSIBLE?
WHEN THE BODY IS INCINERATED
THE ASH REMAINS-
HOW THEN TO ERADICATE THE ASH?
INCIDENTS DIE
BUT THE MEMORIES STICK ON-
HOW THEN TO ERASE THE MEMORIES?
&
WHEN GOOD THINGS WANE
AS THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE BREEZE
THE PRESSURE OF VIOLENT THOUGHTS
AS CHISELLED PRINTS ON ROCK
REMAIN INDELIBLE IN THE RECESSES OF MEMORY-
IN THE DARKNESS OF THE NIGHT
AND DEEP IN THE NEST OF THE IRIS
MEMORIES GLOW IN RED HOT FLAMES-
HOW THEN TO ERASE MEMORIES?
&
S.CHANDRA KALAADHAR
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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My Equation Is One Gain To Two Losses
my equation is one gain to two losses!
&
unbelievables do happen
before my stunned gaze!
the bubbles of dreams of yesterdays
yes, they are buds of reality now!
i ask myself million times
' is it true? am i awake and conscious?
there can no more be disbelief-
two valiant silences tear away the mighty egos
and coo a melody of affection-
how could it be?
' excuse me; i have done you wrong all along'-
'o no..i have nothing in my mind '-
there is no hand shakes
but embrace of hearts in heavy silence!
no postmortems needed;
we are alive to love and affection;
we are no more in mortuary of hatred-
soft peace settles gracefully on my soul.
i salute god for the blessing
but god wears a mischievious smile
your equation is to be ever
one gain equals two losses-
yes, the shocks of two bang on my heart!
i wither again in pain and grief
and say, 'everything must have a meaning
beyond the confines of my knowledge! '
o god when can my equation be
one loss to one gain?
--s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Twist in my sobriety
All God's children need travelling shoes
Drive your problems from here
All good people read good books
Now your conscience is clear
Now your conscience is clear
In the morning when I wipe my brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so willed
And never do what you say
And never do what you say
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
We just poked a little pie
For the fun that people have at night
Late at night don't need hostility
The timid smile and pause to free
I don't care about their different thoughts
Different thoughts are good for me
Up in arms and chaste and whole
All God's children took their toll
Cup of tea take time to think yeah
Time to risk a life a life a life
Sweet and handsome soft and porky
You pig out 'til you've seen the light
Pig out 'til you've seen the light
Half the people read the papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people nervous people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
Look my eyes are just holograms
Look your love has drawn red from my hands
From my hands you know you'll never be
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety
More than twist in my sobriety.
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Being Boiled
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some God's stocking
Buddha's watching, Buddha's waiting
Just because the kid's an orphan is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
Children, don't forget this torture just because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of Buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little children?
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Who cares for the little children?
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Listen to the voice of Buddha
Listen to the voice of Buddha
song performed by by Simple Minds
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Being Boiled
Ok, ready. let's do it
Listen to the voice of buddha
Saying stop your sericulture
Little people like your offspring
Boiled alive for some god's stocking
Buddha's watching, buddha's waiting
Just because the kid's an orphan
Is no excuse for thoughtless slaying
Children don't forget this torture
Just because you call her mother
Doesn't mean that she's your better
Once more with the voice of buddha
He'll say carry on your slaughter
Who cares for the little children
You may slice with no conviction
Blind revenge on a blameless victim
song performed by by Human League
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God Suddenly Remembered Me
God suddenly remembered me!
++
God was walking alone;
Suddenly HE remembered me-
'Where is the guy?
Not seen for a long long time! '
Dispatched a mild misery to me-
HE saw a man in the distance
Fast approaching, beating his heart,
Lips aflutter chanting his name
And eyeful of begging tears!
God said, ' he had come! '
With a twinkle in his eyes
And a smile snaking on lips!
-S.Chandra Kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Mind You, My Friends And All...!
mind you, my friends and all..!
&
mind you,
my friends and well-wishers-
i am absolutely not arrogant
when i politely say-
all my thoughts,
indeed everyone of them,
walk on the ramp of my mind
in graceful style
clothed in simplicity
radiating the confidence of truth-
i never dress them up
i sweat not for words
in the jungle of dictionaries-
everything falls in place
as the dew pearls on a wintry night
settling over the palm
of the meditating leaves-
yes i do dance on the keyboard
with my forefinger with effortless ease-
i do reemphasize
'this is not out of my haughtiness;
this is really and trully
what i experience in these golden days
of my listless life so far
on my lonesome journey.'
yes, i enjoy these moments
in childlike revelry amidst the clouds!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Make A Good Recipe Of Your Ego...!
you can ever be happy
if you could make a good recipe of
your kingly ego striding with straight vision
and serve it at the dinner table
of your near and dear
and to all who matter most to you!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Sunday morning skies
Sunday morning skies
~
Laying in just after waking
Covers pulled tight, no chance of moving
Looking through open widows
At a clear blue Sunday sky
Smiling through memories
Those thoughts which fill head
Of the night before, the days to come
The way friends are always near
In a perfect innocence their words
Carry away all worries
Becoming distracted by the self
Coffee and toast on the bedside
Slowly going cold
Sleep still lingers in the eye
A soft breeze blows in
Television on in the background
A morning of rest and recollection
While looking at a clear blue sky
The joy of a Sunday morning
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