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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When My Heart Deeply Pines For You..
when my heart deeply pines for you
o my dear, why all the birds
that chirp and coo and in graceful flights
seem to carry a message from you
but cruelly not dropp it onto my longing heart?
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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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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Housework
Wave goodbye from out of the window
Good-no trouble starting the car
Time for just one more cup of coffee
You know the housework won't wait
Where to start now? - time to get going
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Clear the plates and wash up the dishes
RRR! - Let's go - now the bedroom
Make the bed and fluff up the pillows
The housework makes you happy
Shake the rug and open the windows
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Close the drawers and tidy the closet
The housework keeps you going
Throw the dirty clothes in the hamper
RRR! - Let's go - looking better
RRR! - Let's go - get the vacuum
Round the carpets under the table
The housework makes you happy
Dust the shelves and polish the glass-ware
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Make some lunch and take out the garbage
The housework keeps you going
Pay the bills and get the dry-cleaning
RRR! - Let's go - time for shopping
Bread and milk and plenty of groceries
The housework makes you happy
Get some cash out of the dispenser
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Don't forget to stock up the freezer
The housework keeps you going
Get some wine for later this evening
Home by five! - how the kitchen
RRR! - Let's go - make the dinner
Get the roast into the oven
The housework makes you happy
Peel the veg and then set the table
The housework keeps you feeling alive
Freshen up and put on some music
The housework got your dancing
Light the candles - there goes the doorbell
RRR! - she's home - perfect timing!
Welcome back, dear - how did your day go?
The housework's nearly over
How about
song performed by by Robert Palmer
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Bless Me Such Thousand Births, O God!
i stand like a speck with dreamy eyes
beneath this wide dome of sky
carpeted with ashen clouds
with nothing to impede my vision-
around me cool winds surfing
i am slowly drenched by soft drizzles
of melodies from distant spheres and heavens
in strange languages in soothing voices
and i spin slowly with outstretched arms-
o god! bless me such thousand births!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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She's A Little Too Good For Me
She got the brains - she got the looks
She knows all the right people - reads all the right books
She's got my name - she's got my number
But what she see's in me I sometimes wonder
She's a little too good for me
She's gonna change me if I let her
She's a little too good for me
But I'm getting better
I'm just a guy - I'm just me
I'm happy with my feet up on the table - in front of my TV
We're world's apart - we're night and day
She's dinner by candle light - I'm just a take-a-way
She's a little too good for me
She's gonna change me if I let her
She's a little too good for me
But I'm getting better
She's says I do something to her
All her friends say I'm a loser
song performed by by Bryan Adams
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All Attention To Nature..
even the faintest whispers of the tiny blades of grass are audible to me
and the weakest chirpings of smallest wings make the finest impact on my ears
the deepest silences of the majestic mountains convey me the loudest messages
and above the din of the roar of the giant waterfalls i trace the most solemn teaching.
--s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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I Am After That Molten Gold..!
i am after that molten gold..!
&
o dear your honeyed words
can no longer hold me
in your sweet clutches-
i am after that molten gold
that floods the eastern gates in early morn-
miss i would otherwise this supreme wealth
and no time whatsoever to divert them
to my craving and starving intellect!
i am on a mad rush to the distant horizon
o my love, while the two sparkling nights
that swim in the great white seas of your eyes
lull me to gentle sleep amidst cosy dreams
this golden explosion shatters me from ignorance
and i am greedy and crazy over it!
must i leave, grieve not, o my dear queen!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Time In Meditative Mode
the time that runs helter-skelter
with blind-folded eyes in cities-
how does it camly crawl
in meditative mode in small villages?
-chandra kalaadhar.
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Gulmohar's Seed-pods
gulmohar's seed-pods
since the advent of spring season in april
crores of blossoms of gulmohar
in waves after waves turned the tree top
in riotous red carpeting the green-
it is september; the tree looks plundered-
a few flowers here and there look weary too-
a hundred or so sheathed swords
tucked into the branches are seen!
o what then was the fate of
those millions of reds that shone bright?
were they barren, mercilessly doomed to dust,
without a vision of their posterity?
o nature! inscrutable are your ways!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
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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What Can Make You Happy?
Are you happy right now or sad?
Are you bitter about your present condition?
You wonder what is wrong with your life
You wonder why others are happy
And question why some are so sad
Are happy people born that way?
Or happiness is a state of mind
What can make you happy?
Will having more money make you happy?
How much money do you need to make you happy?
If you are single and not happy!
Will having a new lover make you happy?
Will getting married make you happy?
If you are married, and not happy!
Will having more children make you happy?
Will sleeping with other people make you happy?
If you are a professional and not happy!
Will changing your profession make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will getting drunk everyday make you happy?
Will taking a new drug make you happy?
Will buying a new car make you happy?
What can make you happy?
Will moving to a bigger house make you happy?
Will been promoted at work make you happy?
Will been the head of your organization
Make you happy
What can make you happy?
Always remember that what makes
You happy can make the others sad
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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To my dear friend, who brought me back from a terrible place
A dear friend lifts you up,
brings you back from a hellish life.
A dear friend makes you smile,
even as tears stream down your face.
A dear friend shows you that life has meaning,
that your worth something and you belong.
A dear friend tells you how they care,
let you know that you are important and priceless to them.
A dear friend loves you no matter what,
no matter your imperfections or you faults.
A dear friend is always there,
to make it all better, to make your crappy day go away.
A dear friend is what everyone needs,
what everyone deserves.
A dear friend is given from God,
the greatest gift the heavens could ever give.
Thank you Buddy!
poem by Angelic Warrior
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The Recipe In Her Kitchen
she had the keys to motherhood
four times she used them for her own...
and the circles she gave a start
now ripple concentric waves
into lives she will never know
she cooked her recipe
with simple love
just the basic ingredients - well spiced with humor
and a code of behavior
covering all situations with the grace
only those who give wisdom it's awesome scope
can define
I loved her
she was me aunt - my mentor
my scale for a constant conscience
those noisy kitchen table talks
sunsets over the ocean we both loved to watch
and all such like things
so easliy shared...
I feel so empty
now that she is gone
but the recipe-
the recipe....is still cooking
poem by Judy Sheffield
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Crowde By Thousands Of Forms Of Gods
crowded by thousands of forms of gods,
each hovering over my head in mad circles,
yes, i have lost my meditation and devotion;
my lips cry for a god
and my heart seeks another
and my intellect runs after another;
i am at a loss to determine which of this pantheon
may rush for my help in my hour of distress;
confusion stirs me to stupidity and turbidity-
i politely send them all away
and i think of the one god
who has no face, no trunk
but only two feet for me to grab on
and hold them on to my chest;
i am in terrible fears to lift my head up
lest i may see a body or a face;
for i know with only his feet in vision
i reach my nameless and formless god
in seconds of my submerging into meditation!
--s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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Dear Mr. Fantasy
Dear mr. fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all feel happy.
Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make us happy.
You are the one who makes us feel glad
Please don't be sad to take up the straight life you had
We wouldn't have known you all these years.
Dear mr. fantasy play us a tune, something to treat us happy.
Do anything to take (keep) us out of this gloom
Sing a song, play guitar, make us happy.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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When You Are Touching Me Softly..
when you are touching me softly
with your closed eyes drenched in love
o my love, you are touching my soul
deeply inset in your heart!
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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The Happy Family
playing the role of the happy family,
acting carefully like a perfect family,
putting a lie,
in everyone's eye,
making promises that can't be broken,
putting smiles that can't be taken,
feeling bad and not happy,
but being good at acting happy.
playing the role of the happy family,
father, mother, sister and brother,
but none of them bothers,
everyone is all alone.
talking in a different phone,
talking with a different language,
eating at the same table everyday,
acting happy by every way,
playing the role of the happy family
but there is always the quite,
for every single day and night.
wearing a faked smile,
letting between each one of them, a mile
watching together the television,
but each one is seeing it from his vision,
trying to love and care,
but they can't even share,
each one is in adifferent place.
wearing a big mask on his or her face
a mask of a big smile like a clown,
as all of them are living in a different town,
but still playing the role of the happy family,
still acting like a happy family
still wanting to make us believe that they are a family.
poem by Sarah Abu Zeid
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A Speck Of A Speck Am I!
a speck of a speck am i!
&
a speck of a speck am i
underneath this vast dome of sky-
no millionth of a second
without changes around me;
activities incessant, both silent and noisy-
every moment new, every moment fresh;
to one who has searching senses
and penetrating vision
no end to wonder, no way to boredom-
the clouds speak in silence
the blue hugs you close
the green kisses the cheeks
the flowers communicate in colours-
endless arrays of universes
shout at their high-pitched silences
crying for our ears and attention
through mind-boggling distances-
o man, be alert and tune yourself
to the unheard voices
and keep your spirit ever in joy!
&
chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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What Do You Dream About?
Have you ever met anybody who does not dream?
All of us have dreamt of something good or bad before
Some dreams are believed to foretell the future
While few dreams remind us of things we have forgotten
Other dreams are just hallucination and nightmare
What do you dream about?
Some people dream every night
While the others dream once a while
Do you dream straight or opposite?
To dream straight is to see a vision
To dream straight is to have a revelation
Is your dream good, bad or frightening?
Has your dream ever come true?
Do you day-dream or dream while you sleep?
What do you really dream about?
Politicians dream of winning elections
Students dream of passing exams
Soldiers dream of winning battles
Everybody dreams of promotion on the job
Fishermen dream of catching lots of fishes
Some men see their future wives in a vision
Few women see their future husbands in a dream
Almost everybody dreams of winning the lottery
What do you actually dream about?
Many see their enemies in a dream
Few see their true friends in a vision
Others found solutions to their problems in a dream
Can we live on earth without dreaming?
Your answer is as good as mine
Whatever you may dream about
I hope your good dreams come true
poem by Julius Babarinsa
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A Depressed Girl
a depressed girl
&
her eyes have strayed into the horizon
never to return for eternity, it seems;
or have they struck a chord with another soul?
her heart is a boiling cauldron of conversations;
she tries to serve to all near ones through her tight lips
but none seems to have appetite for her delicacies;
she has hence forsaken this proximate world of far off hearts
and journeys in space of mindless distances
in search of a resonant heart to share her all.
her every word here stikes a very discordant note
and everyone is bereft of a soft and warm word;
even their looks spit contempt on her face
everyone thinks she has no sensitive heart.
will anyone around her surround her with eager ears
and bring her back soon into this colourful world?
-s.chandra kalaadhar
poem by Sundaram Chandrakalaadhar
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