(13) Word
Words, words, words, everywhere intertwine.
In the beginning, says the book divine,
There is the Word, and the Word is God. The Buddhist
Sings mantras to fend off evil; so does the Taoist.
For the Muslim a dozen virgins in paradise,
For chanting the Koran, by which he lives and dies.
Words, words, words, everywhere intertwine.
In the beginning, says the book divine,
There is the Word, and the Word is God. The Buddhist
Sings mantras to fend off evil; so does the Taoist.
For the Muslim a dozen virgins in paradise,
For chanting the Koran, by which he lives and dies.
Sharp words hurt aimlessly the hapless hind;
And vicious words aim at a victim’s behind.
When two altercate, locking their verbal horns,
None comes out unscathed, both with dignity torn.
Two lovers can weave with words a tender net
To snare their passions and desires with great effect.
And vicious words aim at a victim’s behind.
When two altercate, locking their verbal horns,
None comes out unscathed, both with dignity torn.
Two lovers can weave with words a tender net
To snare their passions and desires with great effect.
Such are the strengths and foibles of words as a tool,
Should true love need a tool? No, except to a fool.
The words of love have their own lives and flow from the heart;
They fly on wings of light, though worlds apart,
To land on your shoulders and whisper to your ear.
My message of love, hopes, consolation and care.
(14) Fiendship
Friends, you have no friends, said Cicero;
Yet on social networks one has friends galore.
When you are rich and generous, friends flatter and adore;
In adversity, your friends stay away from your door.
Friendship can be close as ever before,
When friends are far away or live no more.
Jesus, Socrates, Shakespeare died long ago,
Their spirits instruct, consult and inspire me and you.
For kindred spirits there is no barrier or fence
Of age, race, colour, creed, status or finance.
True friendship and true love each other entail,
The former shared by a few, the latter by two.
Love without friendship is desire and lust;
Friendship without love’s expedience and distrust.
From many friends a few true ones you’ll find;
From a few lovers, only one true love will bind.
A casual eye contact could produce such a spark,
That ignited a flame so bright it repelled the dark
Void in my heart and purged my dusty soul
To host the purest love and friendship of all.
Yet a single bright beacon can guide and save
Many a ship in a sea of towering waves.
The flame fueled by your friendship’s a gentle light,
Yet reaching out to all souls lost in the night.
(15) Time
Physists say that time and space may be one
And the same; one can exist on one spatial plane
And on another in another age
Or one can stay in a time warp’s invisible cage.
These are the stuff of which science fictions are made;
Time travels and worm holes, and inter-galaxy trade.
But science has proved Earth’s night and daylight
Are not the same as a Martian day or night.
The biological clock ticks to different beats.
Is a septuagenarian in athletic meets
Older than a teenager overdosed with crack?
Is a dullard’s time goes fast as a gambler’s pack ?
The magic of you has built me a time machine
To always take me to you in a moving shrine.
The screen of life turns on around your light,
As my soul traverses time and space day and night..
In this time machine there is eternal spring,
Your presence, your memory, your every little thing,
As I jostle through the crowd or do a deal,
Whether, when I am no more, in heaven or in hell.
Thus, when the soul is sheltered against assault,
There’s health in the midst of pestilence or rot;
Through hellfire or brimstone or storm at home,
There’s tranquility and peace wherever I roam.
(16) Hope
Hope keeps the world turning, sustaining life
In the worst of circumstances and hardest strife.
Why Gandhi, Mandela and Monte Christopher spent
Decades in jail? Hope for the nation or revenge.
Why saints and holy men would persevere
In self-denial and why the Muslims adhere
To and die for Allah? It’s hope for life
In the next, inside whatever their paradise.
But there may be higher hopes than these alone,
Self-sacrifice to bring hope to the forlorn,
Self-discipline in the hope for peace of mind,
Universal love to bring hope to all mankind.
However, there are hopes for more selfish ends.
Persistent endeavours, crafty practice and pretence
To line the pocket with filthy or hard-earned cash,
Or by hook or by crook to satisfy one’s flesh.
Hope for true love is the sweetest hope of all,
Unstained with selfish motives to possess or enthrall.
To think the best for my love, the best to do,
To never complain, and never envy or regret.
Each day my hope of love cast heat and light
In your world, and weave you sweet dream every night.
Each night brings new dream, and new hope each day.
If love is eternal, how could hope fade away?
(17) Hatred
What is the heaviest burden? Hatred for sure.
The deadliest poison and the hardest to cure.
It can kill instantly, violently, or slowly in days,
Or torture one to suicide or craze.
\ When hatred spurs a person to action and goads
Him onto vengeance’s rough, perilous roads.
Beset with dangers, open or concealed,
Win, draw or lose, his self-destruction’s sealed.
Or let suppressed rage eat his every part,
By gnawing at the nerves or tearing the heart.
It’ll spoil a sumptuous banquet with guts in knots,
And shatter a serene landscape with thunder bolts.
Alas, all the pain and suffering the haters endure
Could be in vain, if the foe is unaware.
The hatred within one’s heart‘s a poison tree,
That hurts him first and perhaps his enemy.
Animosity and friendship, love and hate,
Kindness and cruelty are opposites;
One grows at the expense of the other’s loss.
Can flower flourish with sprawling weeds and moss?
Should true love need a tool? No, except to a fool.
The words of love have their own lives and flow from the heart;
They fly on wings of light, though worlds apart,
To land on your shoulders and whisper to your ear.
My message of love, hopes, consolation and care.
(14) Fiendship
Friends, you have no friends, said Cicero;
Yet on social networks one has friends galore.
When you are rich and generous, friends flatter and adore;
In adversity, your friends stay away from your door.
Friendship can be close as ever before,
When friends are far away or live no more.
Jesus, Socrates, Shakespeare died long ago,
Their spirits instruct, consult and inspire me and you.
For kindred spirits there is no barrier or fence
Of age, race, colour, creed, status or finance.
True friendship and true love each other entail,
The former shared by a few, the latter by two.
Love without friendship is desire and lust;
Friendship without love’s expedience and distrust.
From many friends a few true ones you’ll find;
From a few lovers, only one true love will bind.
A casual eye contact could produce such a spark,
That ignited a flame so bright it repelled the dark
Void in my heart and purged my dusty soul
To host the purest love and friendship of all.
Yet a single bright beacon can guide and save
Many a ship in a sea of towering waves.
The flame fueled by your friendship’s a gentle light,
Yet reaching out to all souls lost in the night.
(15) Time
Physists say that time and space may be one
And the same; one can exist on one spatial plane
And on another in another age
Or one can stay in a time warp’s invisible cage.
These are the stuff of which science fictions are made;
Time travels and worm holes, and inter-galaxy trade.
But science has proved Earth’s night and daylight
Are not the same as a Martian day or night.
The biological clock ticks to different beats.
Is a septuagenarian in athletic meets
Older than a teenager overdosed with crack?
Is a dullard’s time goes fast as a gambler’s pack ?
The magic of you has built me a time machine
To always take me to you in a moving shrine.
The screen of life turns on around your light,
As my soul traverses time and space day and night..
In this time machine there is eternal spring,
Your presence, your memory, your every little thing,
As I jostle through the crowd or do a deal,
Whether, when I am no more, in heaven or in hell.
Thus, when the soul is sheltered against assault,
There’s health in the midst of pestilence or rot;
Through hellfire or brimstone or storm at home,
There’s tranquility and peace wherever I roam.
(16) Hope
Hope keeps the world turning, sustaining life
In the worst of circumstances and hardest strife.
Why Gandhi, Mandela and Monte Christopher spent
Decades in jail? Hope for the nation or revenge.
Why saints and holy men would persevere
In self-denial and why the Muslims adhere
To and die for Allah? It’s hope for life
In the next, inside whatever their paradise.
But there may be higher hopes than these alone,
Self-sacrifice to bring hope to the forlorn,
Self-discipline in the hope for peace of mind,
Universal love to bring hope to all mankind.
However, there are hopes for more selfish ends.
Persistent endeavours, crafty practice and pretence
To line the pocket with filthy or hard-earned cash,
Or by hook or by crook to satisfy one’s flesh.
Hope for true love is the sweetest hope of all,
Unstained with selfish motives to possess or enthrall.
To think the best for my love, the best to do,
To never complain, and never envy or regret.
Each day my hope of love cast heat and light
In your world, and weave you sweet dream every night.
Each night brings new dream, and new hope each day.
If love is eternal, how could hope fade away?
(17) Hatred
What is the heaviest burden? Hatred for sure.
The deadliest poison and the hardest to cure.
It can kill instantly, violently, or slowly in days,
Or torture one to suicide or craze.
\ When hatred spurs a person to action and goads
Him onto vengeance’s rough, perilous roads.
Beset with dangers, open or concealed,
Win, draw or lose, his self-destruction’s sealed.
Or let suppressed rage eat his every part,
By gnawing at the nerves or tearing the heart.
It’ll spoil a sumptuous banquet with guts in knots,
And shatter a serene landscape with thunder bolts.
Alas, all the pain and suffering the haters endure
Could be in vain, if the foe is unaware.
The hatred within one’s heart‘s a poison tree,
That hurts him first and perhaps his enemy.
Animosity and friendship, love and hate,
Kindness and cruelty are opposites;
One grows at the expense of the other’s loss.
Can flower flourish with sprawling weeds and moss?
We punish evil but not the doer hate,
And pest control’s to sanitize the estate.
I’ll from my heart all anger and hate remove
To make it the loveliest garden for you my love.
(18) Happiness
In a crowd how many happy faces you see?
Few I believe, and mostly as grim as can be.
Are these few happy souls born to be that way?
No, no, you better listen to what I say.
True happiness can’t be obtained like a cup of tea;
One can get pleasure by paying a proper fee.
The drunkard and the junkie all need a substance;
Cut off their supply and woes begin in an incidence.
True happiness grows in the soul and springs from the heart.
A mean spirit can never create a work of art.
Cultivate happiness with patience and love;
It’ll reap rich harvest of happiness from above.
So let the canvass of life before you extend,
And you can paint whatever you intend.
A happy picture or sad, this rule applies:
Don’t paint a beauty queen in a swarm of flies.
Exciting landscapes first need the right backdrops
Of sweeping plains, tiered foliage and hill tops.
To be happy, first fill the heart with good will,
Dispense sweet charity, and rid it of evil.
My happiness emits from thought you
Which exists in perfect serenity, and a few
Harsh words and rage will half-spoil the heavenly peace.
How could I pollute such bliss with impurities?
(19) Sonnet
When first I met you suddenly a stream
Of passion rushing through my soul and mind,
Creating a nouveau universe of dream
For my new life, leaving my past behind.
I wake up every morn with image of you,
Which rises slowly with the sun, with light
Dispelling pressing darkness from my view. .
Wherever I am, this flame always burns bright.
At night your beauty and charm lull me to sleep,
As those celestial globes, spell-bound, rotate.
Whatever the weather, in daylight or night deep,
My soul remains always in a perfect state.
My world’s sustained by energy from you;
No sea or mountain can obstruct its flow.
(20)Sonnet
How do you come to me? In many ways:
The sight, the sound, the feeling and the smell,
But when all failed, you come with the sun’s rays,
The air, the wind and even a seashell.
As I stroll on t he beach, the billowing sea,
The sea breeze, sun and moon, and the star dust
All carry the sight, sound, scent of you to me.
They also transport me back to the past,
And thus old memories too are under your charms
Which do my past, present and future unite.
My complex life now simply rests in your arms,
Which protect me from all hazards day and night.
We are connected in such inseparable ways,
Could one take air from wind, or sun from light?
(21) Sonnet
How are the world and his wife faring? Swell,
I hope. But not so for most souls I know!
Yet my world’s always happy and going well,
And nothing could cause a hiccup because of you.
Because of you, my mind has turned to a lake,
So clear and deep, which no disruption sustains,
And my compassion surges for your sake.
Because of you, I can break loose from chains.
Exploding with joy, I’ll find others to share;
My inner peace will ripple to all around.
How could a love like this and tender care
Bring anything but good and joy unfound?
My love is built on purest intentions and trust;
Not selfish motives, humbugs, deception or lust.
(22) Sonnet
When I listen to love songs old or new,
There’s always more lamenting than delight.
Does love has to be sad? Yes, if its view
Is blurred by jealousy, distrust and blight.
My song of love follows a wondrous course
Of care, respect, and free of selfish end.
It starts from pristine, unpolluted source,
And flows in water ways that twist and bend,
Stroking nature’s harmonious chords along.
There may be shallows and detours; although
Besetting, they can’t stop this lovely song,
Whose rhythm vibrates with heartbeats of you.
Your light illuminates new sets of laws.
(23) Sonnet
My heart’s not here with what’s mundane and banal;
It’s there with you and nothing else at all.
I’ll let your image flood my mind, where all
Impurities are kept outside the wall..
Lying on the ground, looking up the sky
Filtered by interlocking boughs that frame
A sun-roof, softening sunlight on the eye.
At night it’s lit with many a heavenly flame.
This chamber’s cradled in nature’s protective arms.
Above it spreads blue Heaven’s glorious arch;
Around, secluded world of natural charms,
Immersed in Mozart, Beethoven and Bach.
Between heaven and earth the open space
I feel your presence fills my nights and days.
(24) Sonnet
Looking back at the long and winding road
Behind, with its valleys, hills, highlands, plains,
I find all things enjoyable and good
The pains of keeping what I had, and fears
Of losing or falling short of my desire.
Suspicion and envy’s all-consuming fire.
For you, I’ve thrown away my balance sheet.
Without computing what to give or take.
Love’s no trade: how much for how many feet?
It’s giving without getting paid, a lake,
Supplying and supplied by heavenly rain.
Always content and never will complain.
And pest control’s to sanitize the estate.
I’ll from my heart all anger and hate remove
To make it the loveliest garden for you my love.
(18) Happiness
In a crowd how many happy faces you see?
Few I believe, and mostly as grim as can be.
Are these few happy souls born to be that way?
No, no, you better listen to what I say.
True happiness can’t be obtained like a cup of tea;
One can get pleasure by paying a proper fee.
The drunkard and the junkie all need a substance;
Cut off their supply and woes begin in an incidence.
True happiness grows in the soul and springs from the heart.
A mean spirit can never create a work of art.
Cultivate happiness with patience and love;
It’ll reap rich harvest of happiness from above.
So let the canvass of life before you extend,
And you can paint whatever you intend.
A happy picture or sad, this rule applies:
Don’t paint a beauty queen in a swarm of flies.
Exciting landscapes first need the right backdrops
Of sweeping plains, tiered foliage and hill tops.
To be happy, first fill the heart with good will,
Dispense sweet charity, and rid it of evil.
My happiness emits from thought you
Which exists in perfect serenity, and a few
Harsh words and rage will half-spoil the heavenly peace.
How could I pollute such bliss with impurities?
(19) Sonnet
When first I met you suddenly a stream
Of passion rushing through my soul and mind,
Creating a nouveau universe of dream
For my new life, leaving my past behind.
I wake up every morn with image of you,
Which rises slowly with the sun, with light
Dispelling pressing darkness from my view. .
Wherever I am, this flame always burns bright.
At night your beauty and charm lull me to sleep,
As those celestial globes, spell-bound, rotate.
Whatever the weather, in daylight or night deep,
My soul remains always in a perfect state.
My world’s sustained by energy from you;
No sea or mountain can obstruct its flow.
(20)Sonnet
How do you come to me? In many ways:
The sight, the sound, the feeling and the smell,
But when all failed, you come with the sun’s rays,
The air, the wind and even a seashell.
As I stroll on t he beach, the billowing sea,
The sea breeze, sun and moon, and the star dust
All carry the sight, sound, scent of you to me.
They also transport me back to the past,
And thus old memories too are under your charms
Which do my past, present and future unite.
My complex life now simply rests in your arms,
Which protect me from all hazards day and night.
We are connected in such inseparable ways,
Could one take air from wind, or sun from light?
(21) Sonnet
How are the world and his wife faring? Swell,
I hope. But not so for most souls I know!
Yet my world’s always happy and going well,
And nothing could cause a hiccup because of you.
Because of you, my mind has turned to a lake,
So clear and deep, which no disruption sustains,
And my compassion surges for your sake.
Because of you, I can break loose from chains.
Exploding with joy, I’ll find others to share;
My inner peace will ripple to all around.
How could a love like this and tender care
Bring anything but good and joy unfound?
My love is built on purest intentions and trust;
Not selfish motives, humbugs, deception or lust.
(22) Sonnet
When I listen to love songs old or new,
There’s always more lamenting than delight.
Does love has to be sad? Yes, if its view
Is blurred by jealousy, distrust and blight.
My song of love follows a wondrous course
Of care, respect, and free of selfish end.
It starts from pristine, unpolluted source,
And flows in water ways that twist and bend,
Stroking nature’s harmonious chords along.
There may be shallows and detours; although
Besetting, they can’t stop this lovely song,
Whose rhythm vibrates with heartbeats of you.
Your light illuminates new sets of laws.
(23) Sonnet
My heart’s not here with what’s mundane and banal;
It’s there with you and nothing else at all.
I’ll let your image flood my mind, where all
Impurities are kept outside the wall..
Lying on the ground, looking up the sky
Filtered by interlocking boughs that frame
A sun-roof, softening sunlight on the eye.
At night it’s lit with many a heavenly flame.
This chamber’s cradled in nature’s protective arms.
Above it spreads blue Heaven’s glorious arch;
Around, secluded world of natural charms,
Immersed in Mozart, Beethoven and Bach.
Between heaven and earth the open space
I feel your presence fills my nights and days.
(24) Sonnet
Looking back at the long and winding road
Behind, with its valleys, hills, highlands, plains,
I find all things enjoyable and good
The pains of keeping what I had, and fears
Of losing or falling short of my desire.
Suspicion and envy’s all-consuming fire.
For you, I’ve thrown away my balance sheet.
Without computing what to give or take.
Love’s no trade: how much for how many feet?
It’s giving without getting paid, a lake,
Supplying and supplied by heavenly rain.
Always content and never will complain.
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