God... Where Are YOU?
Searched for HIM near and far
in temples, mosques, churches and vihars
Browsed Gita, Bible and Quran
peeped into the pages of Vedas and Purans.
Questioned the learned ones, scholars and sages
journeyed in this quest sacred places.
Meditated seeking HIM in lap of the Himalayas
Praying for HIS presence through chanting of mantras.
Sages and savants, answers, could'nt satisfy me
my hunger for HIM, felt, beginning to betray me.
Finding of God particle raised my hope
soon to vanish by another stroke.
Instrumental in forming the Universe, it was revealed
but who made this particle, mystery yet to be unveiled?
Arn't we the God particles in the true sense?
What use this universe without inhabitants?
Eureka! I have found HIM within myself
HE is in everyone, bother to seek within self.
He is in us, in every human being
in good deeds, love, service & pious thinking.
So why search HIM here and there
Universal love marks HIS presence everywhere.
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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God Particle
A God Particle has the name, Higgs Boson.
Higgs Boson gives mass to a particle.
A particle nearby acquires more mass.
The mass of a particle is the amount of matter.
Matter, unknown of the Universe is missing energy.
The energy missing or dark is 94% of the Universe.
For the Universe and its creation, Higgs Boson was the cause.
The cause of the Universe was the God Particle.
The God Particle gave mass to even dusts where there're all gods.
The gods of all the religions were born out of this particle.
But this particle is a wonderful invention.
This invention will hurt the minds of the priests.
The priests won't nod to the Big Bang Theory.
The theory may solve the universal mystery.
The untied mystery will make the priests angry.
Their angry will make them refuse the single God Particle.
poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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Particle Man
Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
Whats he like? its not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When hes underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, particle man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates particle man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
Universe man, universe man
Size of the entire universe man
Usually kind to smaller man
Universe man
Hes got a watch with a minute hand,
Millenium hand and an eon hand
When they meet its a happy land
Powerful man, universe man
Person man, person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
Is he depressed or is he a mess?
Does he feel totally worthless?
Who came up with person man?
Degraded man, person man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates person man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Schoolchildren Singing Particle Man
Particle man, particle man
Doing the things a particle can
Whats he like? its not important
Particle man
Is he a dot, or is he a speck?
When hes underwater does he get wet?
Or does the water get him instead?
Nobody knows, particle man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates particle man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
Universe man, universe man
Size of the entire universe man
Usually kind to smaller man
Universe man
Hes got a watch with a minute hand,
Millenium hand and an eon hand
When they meet its a happy land
Powerful man, universe man
Person man, person man
Hit on the head with a frying pan
Lives his life in a garbage can
Person man
Is he depressed or is he a mess?
Does he feel totally worthless?
Who came up with person man?
Degraded man, person man
Triangle man, triangle man
Triangle man hates person man
They have a fight, triangle wins
Triangle man
song performed by by They Might Be Giants
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Shadow And Substance
What have we lost with our lost Heaven and Hell?
Have sacred faith and worship come to naught?
Is life no more with noble meaning fraught?
Is it not still a thing ineffable,
Beyond what mind can grasp or tongue may tell —
Beyond all mystery by sages taught,
All greatest wonders by Messiah wrought —
The one first, last, divinest miracle!
Let selfish hopes, with old myths, pass away.
Though creeds must go, the God of all remains,
And more and more His might upholds and awes.
Revealed in Nature's universal laws;
And more and more true love its crown attains,
And our good world grows better day by day.
poem by Ada Cambridge
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Sages
Sages mark with pens a scribe’s thought,
Masking their mighty thinking and philosophy
And producing scholarship to ruin a devil’s jest.
Scholars are bending the rules
And failing the test of success
For they hasten to their graves
Due to deadly words and deeds.
Their wishes are sounding notes of music,
And the written word has been shown
Always by sages.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The Riddle of Cosmos
The Riddle of Cosmos
The singularity of the Universe—
the Bing Bang rang
ten thousand million years ago—
was the theory propounded—So
the scientists in unison sang.
They set themselves to find
the important property that did bind
all matter to confer its mass, size and shape.
The riddle of the cosmos to solve
the physicists did evolve
"The Standard Model" of Particle Physics.
Fundamental particles twelve
of this theory
and fundamental forces four
save gravity
govern the dynamics
of the Universe.
In an invisible ubiquitous field
through the entire Universe' energy field
permeated an influence called Higgs field.
In Particle Physics
with his work on quantum mechanics
in the Universe' over-all dynamics
our Indian scientist " Bose" is seen
having worked with the famous Einstien
to have brought out the statistics, ‘Bose-Einstien'.
This earned the name ‘Boson'
for a sub-atomic particle
for a force carrying article.
By the English physicist Higgs
it was postulated
in the accepted "Standard Model of Physics"
that a missing piece existed.
In the jig-saw puzzle
called the Universe
the missing piece
was the particle ‘Higgs Boson'
now dubbed the ‘God Particle'—
since ‘tis everywhere and powerful
yet so hard to find and full!
The European Organization
For Nuclear Research (CERN)
took upon itself to learn
and detect the elusive particle.
(LHC) The Large Hadron Collidor
in the tunnels at a depth
of One hundred and seventy five metres
was built a looped pipe,
for a length of twenty seven kilometers
below the Swiss-French border.
‘Tis the world's biggest Physics machine
where research stations numerous sheen
are stationed underground
where thousands of scientists are bound
working all through day and night.
For this gargantuan experiment
USD forty million
has been spent by Indian Government.
The pooled-in brains and skill
of twenty thousand scientists around the world,
(with hundred Indians playing a role substantial)
have built these pyramids of the 21st century.
Two proton beams
are accelerated by the LHC deeds
to very high speeds
to collide at the allied
speed of light.
Quarks and gluons
inside the protons
collide and explode
with high energy
creating the ‘Higgs Boson' epiphany.
In trying to unravel the mystery
behind the structure of the Universe
two laboratories at CERN
took upon the mission
to work independently
and bechanced at the same decision.
The discovery so desperate
for the new missing particle
lends a unified description
of the disparate
forces of Nature's inscription.
This announcement historic
by the observation conclusive
of the Higgs-Boson particle
till now elusive
was made in an atmosphere electric
on the fourth of July 2012—a Wednesday—
A red - letter day!
This is not the end of the quest
but ‘tis only the beginning.
For it is incumbent
on the scientific community
to crack many more riddles best
that form ninety-six percent of the Universe
like Super-symmetry, Dark energy,
Dark matter and Anti-matter
that stay unresolved unto eternity.
poem by Chandra Thiagarajan
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May Smile On Arrival
Not only conch but hymns too
That is the only means to listen to as true
Hear or listen sacred names in the morning
Rest of the day may pass nice till the evening
Those things awaken the life
Otherwise it is like knife
It may cut man through both edges
Only faith and trust boosts him to manage
Why prayers are offered in the early hours?
Whole of the universe is fast asleep with fears
No one knows what can happen next day
So certainly the guidance is asked through prayers
If you are living near by church or mosques
You may hear it loudly when people are in queue
To offer their worship in wee hours
Some of the people may still be fast asleep on floors
Churches bell ring with clear sign
Mosques offering loudly regain
The presence of almighty is felt and aired
People may know it is time for prayers to be offered
The poem is not to speak about what you do
How you do and in which way you feel true?
It is just an indication of lovely signal
That fortune may smile on its arrival
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Peace of Mind
O peace! give me the pace to have a glimpse of you!
Elusive you are! Leaving illusions all around!
Temples and Mosques, Churches and Asylums
Wander the mortals in quest of reaching your portals
Men and Women, rich and the poor, scholars and scoundrels
Submit their prejudice for seeking a nap on your lap
Millions and billions may swell the coffers
There dwells a hell when your stay is put to nil
Comforts and luxuries, power and authority
Seldom fetch the joy of your ever soothing serenity
Greed less minds, compassionate hearts, unruffled souls in joy and grief
Are the ones after whom you run seeking an abode for you to rest
poem by Somanathan Iyer
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We brag that India is the land of sages and saints
We brag that India is the land of sages and saints
They retired from the world enamoured of divine colloquy
Their feelings have been recorded in the Vedas and the Upanisads
They lived in the forests and sang hymns to Nature
They worshipped Nature in her every mood
They worshipped the storm they worshipped the flood
They worshipped the corn they worshipped the woods
The fiercest and the poisonous animals they loved
Nature was at the centre of their thought
They felt that they were the offsprings of Nature
And they searched Nature in their innermost heart
Today their descendants—I mean the sages and saints
Of India today brag that they inherit the lore of the Vedas and the Upanisads
But they have retired into massive palaces
Built at the places of pilgrimage
And the built space has destroyed Nature in all its aspects
Oh Durkheim Oh Coleridge
Men do distinguish the sacred from the profane even today
But it is no longer the forest where one could wail for her demon lover
It has to be a temple as massive and gorgeous as the Pentagon
Or as imposing as the Eiffel Tower
The gurus have their personal boeings and shatter the primordial noise
With noise
Oh gods have fled from the holy places
Haridwar and Hrisikesh are the sites
Where billions of dollars from India and abroad flow
Alas Adam Smith you could not guess how India could be great and wealthy
poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
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God-Centric, For Celeste
God-Centric,
the journey
of a pure heart,
unashamed to question,
not afraid of the answers,
or lack of answers.
from the Bible God of youth,
to the land of doubt and hope,
to an understanding of the Presence,
and the calm acceptance of It's abiding.
to a knowing
of the formless
behind the forms,
to a seeing
of the many faces
of God,
each validated by love.
to a belief,
in a love beyond understanding,
and an acceptance of the wonder,
believing there is more.
sacredness,
without a need for 'righteous judgement'
holiness,
and a human being being human,
and respecting the paths
of all true seekers.
her story brings peace, and hope...
read the book!
poem by Eric Cockrell
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Baby Universal
Baby baby baby baby baby giving in
Baby cant baby talk baby well baby thinking baby walk baby lost baby found
Baby beauty baby cant baby talking baby girl baby thinking baby well baby lost baby found baby giving in baby cant baby talk baby girl baby thinking baby walk baby lost baby found
Now that he has no sense of destination
Now hes running for the love of speed
When the child goes bad its no cause for celebration
Like jimmy dean he dont talk back to me
Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos
No baby no baby no baby no
Hello humans can you feel me thinking
I asume youre seeing everything Im thinking
Hello humans nothing starts tomorrow
Im the baby now
Baby universe, baby universe baby universal
A speck of dust has settled in my eyes
It doesent matter Ive seen everything anyway
Failures as fathers, mothers to chaos
No baby no baby no baby no
Hello humans can you feel me thinking
I asume youre seeing everything Im thinking
Hello humans nothing starts tomorrow
Im the baby now
Baby universe, baby universe baby universal
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Science Poems 1. (4)
SOAP-BUBBLE UNIVERSE
Imagine the beautiful, fragile soap-bubbles of
shimmering voids formed by great explosions
galaxies streaming in filaments
Imagine a sponge, dark voids filled with invisible
galaxies, unknown particles outlined against the
Great Wall opposite the star sign of
Perseus-Pisces-Pegasus
Which would you choose?
The Universe is a patchwork, cosmologists
cannot decide whether it is bubbly or
spongy, so I base my choice on the
subjective criterion
Of aesthetics – let it be a fragile and beautiful
soap-bubble universe
EXCITING SPECULATION
Mystery creating exciting speculation
in the infinity of a moment of eternity:
In the year nineteen hundred and nine
near the Grand Canyon's dramatic impact
a man, Hicaid, found a subterranean city
built with the most marvelous precision
to accommodate fifty thousand people
And mummified bodies of Oriental or
Egyptian origin - tantalizing titbits of
information presented for speculation
about its significance - enlarging the
range of my imagination…
PARTICLE ZOO
A theory about
exploding atoms
in an atomic blast
proof of particles
that cannot last
Scientists used to claim
atoms should only contain
three types of particles
But when atoms are smashed to bits
new types of particles form, dif-
ferent 'flavours' of different
kinds of 'quarks' -
what a lark…
'A quark for Mister Mark...'
Now we know it is true:
there exists a real
particle zoo
DNA STRINGS
Mapping strings of DNA code
such a great bore, one day a
scientist just couldn't stand it
any more
No more looking, but listening
for each part of the string
he wrote down a note
When the DNA score was played
he listened in wonder to the
musical themes of the
DNA strings
In the song of the cells such sweet
melodies were ringing, while tunes
created by cancerous cells were sad,
slow and sickening...
Do composers know it is so;
do they delve into their own self
to find beautiful tunes?
When my heart is singing and soar
with a tune on musical wings, my
words express the literal truth…
poem by Margaret Alice Second
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One thing most of us agree on is that the universe exists (people who deny that usually follow some trade other than science), so if some theoretical particle interaction would lead ultimately to the nonexistence of the universe, then you can save a lot of electricity by not trying to demonstrate it.
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A Way of Life
on a pilgrimage,
to pay homage,
devout come to take a dip
despite the chill
to wash off their sins...
at the bank of Ganges,
chanting mantras
recited by the sages...
looking solemn
and serene
unmindfully, going
back to the same
old routine...
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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Bodies Aflame
Willows bowed in assent
paying deep tribute
disturbed by vagrant breezes
which stirred their leaves.
Esteemed elders muttered
in protest at this invasion,
which appallingly profaned
solemn act of their respect.
Unaware these very breezes
had searched journeyed far
among innumerable trees
in order to give full measure,
when breezes give, of their
accumulated tribute at leisure.
Among lush greenery of rain forest
dwell I in barren dust. For nowhere
here is found kindred spirit
to address my searching soul.
Cowed I be when grope I blindly
through pain stinging particles
hurled forth of fury blizzard sand.
Love which I seek
may chance be found
at travels peril
lodged, in less arid land.
Love’s mark doth
she set her standard highest
to honoured be above all else
for those who give in like degree.
Love’s mark doth
she set her standard spiraling
for undaunted faith
in soulless heartless quest.
Worthy sacrifice
to altars eternally sacred.
Not on rich nor on poor lightly
doth she bestow such costly blessing.
But on servants serving
a lifetime’s service
tending sacred fires
with commitment of bodies’ need.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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My Walking Thoughts
In my long search for what my hearts longs for,
The wind did saw me and my agony,
Flooded with tears of something not found,
In this incompletion of my life,
So shall my heart look to the stars,
The hope that nature will do wonders,
My walking thoughts keep the search
Im haunted by the memories every night,
My sheets become so cold,
In that shivering moment Im at unrest,
Outside the window are unusual winds,
I know where im at peace,
My thoughts searched and found none,
Walking and walking, remain my thoughts
Walking up and down are my thoughts,
So unfocused like the phantoms,
Searching your presence my love,
Which I know is ever absent
My despair extends my pain,
My walking thoughts so futile,
Searching but to no avail,
Such is my love, seeking yours
poem by Gaylord Munemo
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In the steps of Rumi 83: Watch and pray..
Sages of the east say,
the first cry of the new-born baby
and the last breath of the dying
together make up the divine Name..
in the meantime...
remember, and listen..
sages of the west say,
birds fly, fishes swim, and man prays..
remember what it was
you should be praying for;
listen for the answer...
maybe a sage will pass tomorrow;
maybe you'll be at the window.
Sages like questions;
never enough.
poem by Michael Shepherd
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Ode to the Divine Mother
Ode to the Divine Mother
Found the great treasure of my life
Got the answers to questions, beyond science
O Shree Mataji, the True Guru, embodiment of divinity
With deep reverence, I bow to thee
This devotee, thou miraculously reformed
From darkness to light, ingnorance removed
O Adi Shakti, the primordial source of energy
For thy divine benevolence, I bow to thee
With thy presence, unlocked the energy divine
Unleashing with ease, creativity infinite
O Shri Mataji, Mother of all poets and poetry
For thy divine inspiration, I bow to thee
As mother earth, thou giveth balance and gravity
Erasing all my sins, negativity and impurity
O Shri Mataji, the creator of Lord Ganesha, the Ganapati
Guardian of my innocence and chastity, I bow to thee
Just a glance of thee, removes all chaos instantly
I am in bliss, I am in joy to realize thy divinity
O Nirmala Maa, the very manifestation of Adi Shakti
Giving us salvation instantly, I bow to thee
A ‘particle of dust’, Mother, in childhood, you aspired to be
Touched by thy hands divine, such a particle, let me be
O Shri Mataji, on thy Lotus Feet, let me always be
As that ‘particle of dust’, thy divine instrument, I bow to thee
Hope 'Love is
I have searched for the answer to the question what is love?
And I came to find out that love is hope.
The hope of finding someone who will understand you;
The hope that that same someone will not only accept the good in you but also your faults;
The hope that when you are intimate that your passion for one another transcends your souls.
The hope that even after you both are old and grey when you look at each other you still see beauty.
These are the things we all look for when we search for love.
So love is no more than hope.
The Universe Is Not A Poem
THE UNIVERSE IS NOT A POEM
The universe is not a poem
Its really rather Ugly-
Black and cold,
And fiercely hot,
Dark energy and matter,
It goes on unendingly
As if we never mattered.
Nothing warm and comforting,
Except our dear blue Earth-
A lonely little Particle
Of Poetry and Dirt.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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