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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No Pain No Gain
Music :rudolf schenker
Lyrics:klaus meine, mark hudson
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Face in the gutter eyes on the floor
Walk on down you know the score
It's a dead-end street back to the wall
Get it together you can get it all
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No time for losers you make the call
Believe in yourself stand tall
Another day it's in your hand
You can be the winner in the end
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
Keep runnin' don't look back
Keep movin' straight ahead
Keep goin' don't ever stop
There's time to rest the day you'll drop
You roll the dice you play the game
The weak will fall the strong remain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
No pain no gain
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song performed by by Scorpions
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Being wise and fool
Big gain big loss is a risk.
No gain no loss is secure.
Small gain small loss is safe.
Small gain no loss is wise.
Big gain no loss is luck
Small gain big loss is a foolery.
We have recourse to all these
Somewhere sometime impulsively.
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poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Life Is Algebraic
twice of x
and less of y
in a factored
equation
life is never
enough...
the search
for the best equation
is never
over....
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Perfect Beauty
Beauty, real beauty is beneath the skin
With the love that is shown and freely given
Given to a lover, also humanity
A heart offered without any charge
For all those whose heart is crippled with grief
Joy and happiness shown to all humankind
By the soul which embraces life
Even an odd tear that slips out with emotion
At others losses and despair
Character with unswerving morals
Which respects, even those with none
Most importantly compassion
To the broken and weary souls
This, is the beauty I sought
Not the outer, unblemished skin
Nor the golden locks that flow like rivers
Sylph like figures did not figure in the equation
Finding my beauty, I am never letting her go
poem by Gordon D Wilkinson
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My losses,
My loses,
My loses was with a call,
My losses was with a message,
My loses was with a man,
My loses came from them,
I made my loss that I was losing it,
Grab I to take away,
Losses that are so Dynamic,
My loss,
This is the loss that upon this soul,
My loses that I made it,
Loss it,
Iam losing that I may win,
Losing is the tight game,
Lose that is upon this soul,
Lose that I need to gain in profit,
Losers will fail,
Lose that I may win,
This is the calling of the lose,
That I may benefit,
Let me lose that I may win.
poem by Maxim Muyu
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A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Not only because of its colour
And not only because of it fragrance
A rose is a rose is a rose is a rose
Also because of the thorns
It holds very close
A gain is a gain is a gain is a gain
Not only because of its pleasure
And the attendant treasure
A gain is a gain is a gain is a gain
Also because of the pain
That, as a part with gain does remain
A joy is a joy is a joy is a joy
Not only because of the emotional elevation
And sorrow attenuation
A joy is a joy is a joy is a joy
Because of the efforts did you employ
A success is a success is a success is a success
Not only because another milestone cross
And because of the new fame you will soon possess
A success is a success is a success is a success
Because you did sweat in the process
A peace is a peace is a peace is a peace
Not only because of the tranquility
And because of the balanced ability
A peace is a peace is a peace is a peace
Because of the war waged against
Disturbance and instability
Full impact of a thing comes to full visibility
Only when its contrast is held in close vicinity
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Take a Pain and make a Gain
Only if there is a pain
There is a gain
And if there is a gain
There was a pain
Nothing like
Painless gain or
Gainless pain
If there comes a gain
With no perceived pain
Wait, do not worry
Pain is on the way
And if there is pain
With no apparent gain
Wait, do not worry
Gain is on the way
And if you are preparing
For a painstaking gain
You know for sure
The extent and nature of pain
And if you are planning
For a painless gain
You know not for sure
The extent and nature of pain
Many unexpected pains
Are because of the
Painless path you took
For a gain, for which
You are not really, eligible
Suffering is indeed the result of
Of such painless gains
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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Return of the forest
War …………………!
War …………………! !
War to the dwellers
Gain ………………….!
Gain ………………….! !
Gain from the vain of inheritance
tranquil and madly ready
Wasn’t a massacre.
War ………………..!
War: joint-sperm to replenish
On the soil of mute.
Gain ………………….!
Gain; they are exiled and wont return.
Lia, eldest honoured to keep the peace.
Egwe, youngest, Gloried to care.
War ……………..!
War ……………...! !
War, their peace troubled to escape.
War, ‘’Warri’’ destroyed and no one to cook with the fire
Slattered and prisioned tittles.
War ………………!
War ………………! !
War, Gain, gain, gain.
These enemies of pacifism
wait for no age,
dwellers of all land.
To claim, to reign and gain.
Little wheeze close to the prewinkle.
sneeze their repent.
poem by Ebi Robert
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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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Sweat is sweet
Sweat is
A metabolic outcome
Of an exercise
In a bio system
Human sweat is salty
But it is really sweet
As once you sweat
You are going to gain
It indicates the effort
That goes on inside
More the sweat
Greater the effort
Sweat is not always
The water droplets
Seen on the surface of a body
It may be within
And it could be a emotional outburst
But ensure such emotions are
Positive, proactive and creative
Whatever it is
Sweat is synonymous with effort
Greater the effort
More the sweat
And sweeter the gain
Often we think of
Doing away with sweating
And you natrually are
Doing away with the effort
The gain of such an effort
Cannot be that sweet
We take pride in not having sweated
In achieving a gain
But such a gain is not
Really a gain
Sweat, but, enthusiastically
With love and affection
Towards the effort
With the understanding that
Sweating is no suffering
Let it be a voluntary struggle
With clear goal and destination
In mind
You will understand that
Sweat is sweet
poem by Bashyam Narayanan
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The algebra of poetry. For Jim as if.
OK you’ve written 2000 crap poems you say.
Now pack up this arithmetical stuff:
there’s an algebra to poetry:
equations full of unknowns:
for a start, the 2001th poem that you write
will contain 2000 times the…
well it’s a complicated equation:
it starts with the familiar
x for the expression which has improved
a thousandfold since you began;
y stands for the hundreds of times more wise
you’ve since become, by just writing poetry;
zzz is the way, that half-asleep,
an unforgettable word or line can slip into your head;
z too, for zeal and zest, that Muses love
and fly a little closer while you write..
then, it wouldn’t be a real equation without
‘squares’: for all that’s squared within your mind as poetry takes shape;
and brackets: for that intrusive, brilliant phrase
that slips between the wagons of your train of thought,
sometimes so surprising that you’re not too sure
it’s true; but trust it; tomorrow, know it’s right;
and oh so much more to this equation
of knowns equalling unknowns, spelling out a poem;
mass, energy, and the speed of light
writing themselves into some new formula
which only humility may harness;
a light to light the world with words.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Wisdom
Let's go to the green steps of the lawn
And do the sums of life there sitting down
If we want only profits and no losses
And all the losses turn into profits
And all the profits turn into losses
Then the scale of life, of course, dis-balances
This leads us not in paradises but, of course, in hells.
It seems to be small whatever things we gained
It seems to be big whatever things we lost
If all the lost things are gained
And all the gained things are lost
Then life is not, at a gain but definitely at a loss.
If the profits are the blissful graces
Then the losses are not less than the spices
Whatever we do on the steps sitting
All these are not sums but a bargaining
This Leads us nowhere but to do mistakes
In this we never do profits but always do losses.
poem by Abdul Wahab
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A tear not to fall
Don’t shed tears or weep
Remember at heart and spirit always keeps
I shall remain forever as your friend
This is not the real end
I shall always send my best wishes
The friendship may last long and not finish
We need strong bond to last forever
You may not be able to miss the grief however
It was in true sense real friendship
It has lost its way and can’t be reached to ship
It can be anchored at the bank without any trouble
There may be momentary setback as emerge the bubbles
The stars may not shine
They may feel bad and not feel fine
They may hide the face in clouds
We won’t be able to hear it loud
The moon has also lost its charm
It has not remained cool and lost its warmth
No one can dream of sad event
It lacks warmth and nothing to comment
Why are grieved at sudden loss?
Why do we question the wisdom line and cross?
It might have been unavoidable loss but certainly a reality
What is use of shedding tears all the time in futility?
Some of the losses are not easy to skip off from mind
His generosity were unique and only one of its kind
They may be with us for short duration
Still nothing can be matched or put any equation
Any human loss can not be compensated
You can’t remain aloof or isolated
It may eat you up from within
You may loose concentration and fall ill
There is no use to confine our self to a limited pain
It has to aggravate the situation and all will be in vain
It is better to carry out his mission and pay him homage
Spread his message of love and strengthen the bondage
It may be in real sense if we contribute a little
You may prove strong and Handle it with strong mettle
Everything will move on smoothly and get settled
You my be able to concentrate and it may not prove fatal
We may be good friends alright
We can’t go on indefinitely and mentally fight
It may not good on our part or we may be proved wrong
We re human beings and got to move and live among
Friends may come and go
We can’t them easily forgo
They may remain at our heart and occupy the space
It is friendship vassal that may float and race
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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No Pain, No Gain
With pain, you get no gain.
And with gain, you get no pain.
Im too young too know but a little too old too find out that the matter of the fact is..
Without pain, you just gain.
And without gain, you get tons of pain.
Lying is sorta the same.
You lie, well you dont get gain for that.
Just pain.
But if you dont lie, you gain without the pain.
People dont realize the difference between pain and gain.
But again, im too young to know, but a little too old to find out.
But im just young enough too find out that when I get older I will know the correct difference between, No Pain. No Gain.
poem by Heather Lynn
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Divine Device
Would it be loss or gain
To hapless human-kind
If we could feel no pain
Of body or of mind?
Would it be for our good
If we were calloused so,
And God in mercy should
End all our woe?
I wonder and I doubt:
It is my bright belief
We should be poor without
The gift of grief.
For suffering may be
A blessing, not a bane,
And though we sorrow we
Should praise for Pain.
Aye, it's my brave belief
That grateful we should be,
Since in the heart of grief
Is love and sympathy,
We do not weep in vain,
So let us kiss the rod,
And see in purging Pain
The Grace of God.
poem by Robert William Service
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Things
Things aint what they used to be now I believe in all extremes
three
Let's never try to solve it babe ~ the equation of you plus me
Things aint what they used to be can you believe it all we've seen
Things aint what they used to be it's theme park living A to Z
Let's never try to solve it babe ~ the equation of you plus me
(chorus)
It's all the same we're here today yesterday is just a dream
It's all the same we figured out what to take and what to leave
For the honey bees
Things aint what they used to be no money and no guarantee
Things aint what they used to be our future's in a cup of China tea
Let's never try to solve it babe ~ the equation of you plus me
(chorus)
song performed by by Heart
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Pain Is Gain.
Pain is like rain. Though painful, yet gainful. For pain's sake we're abused, for pain's sake we get refused, yet for pain's sake love is diffused.
No pain, no gain. Nothing good comes easy. Still, in pain one feels dizzy. Dizzy with desire, dizzy with passion, dizzy and busy. Pain is gain, it's a stain that disappears with time. Although not all pain is gain, all rain is gain and pain is rain.
Pain is rain, for it touches all men in the open and in chains. After rain comes sun, after dark comes dawn, after pain comes gain.
poem by Darlington Chukwunyere
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The X And Y
You're own your own now
Touch and go
Like an old proposition
You cover distances
Looking for the right angle
Or way by which you may complete
The equation
To solve the unknown
The equation is like a long river
Without banks
It appears calm but cold
You are an irony
Warm at night
Cold at noon
In the brightness of the whole day
Yiu cover yiur face with your scared hands
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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