STORMY THOUGHTS by cyclopseven

swirling storms of human thoughts
ripping through the cage of disciplines
violating the codes of ancient orders
as mankind marches amidst nowhere;
destruction of souls a common feature
neglected by all who selfishly living
a life of hell in heavenly dreams;
only time will tell the pain of consequences
because the future sprouts from today
with rampant evils we reap only the devils.

The purple flower's juice*

Love is the juice squeezed on
the eyelids of every Titania*
to give the ass headed Bottoms*
from Timbuktu to Tasmania
the chance to ensure
the survival of the human race
offsetting mankind's inbuilt
self-destruct timer's pace.

- Shanta


(* Shakespeare's 'A midsummer night's dream')

Love is a divine design
hard to defy or define

~ Shanta

On reading poetry to a crowd

Poems are hushed
whispers of our hearts.
Too personal and sensitive for
casual display and academic darts

Wisdom can be imparted
Humour can be shared
Injustice can be questioned
Views can be aired
To a room full of strangers -
these can be read
They can be dissected and analyzed
and discussions can be held

How can soul whispers be read aloud
so everyone in the hall can hear
They are meant for a resonating soul
and heard by the heart, not ear.

~ Shanta ~

Colors

Mural, originally uploaded by magiceye.

Right in the centre
where all the ideas meet
colors fight for space.

luxury by cyclopseven

poisonous indeed
the luxury that taint the poverty;
many poor souls
sacrifice their spirit
in vain pursuits
of the a illusive treasure – luxury.
they, realise not
true luxury hidden
well within the spirit
always a distant from the taste of the external treasure;
regard not in serious contemplation
the luxury
that bleeds the soul for a cent’s worth.
for the sweeter the taste of luxury
the bitter the lessons we learn.

Blissful moment...by cyclopseven

one day
during the evening’s calm
my mind gained the maximum composure
amidst the rays golden
of a sun miles away,
I danced gaily
no pain no stress
thoughtless I was
gentle breeze
hushed from within
blissful I remained,
alas only seconds it lasted,
the same evening no more I experienced
its gone, disappeared.
when will I enjoy again
the bliss of that moment?
joyous taste
beyond words and tales.

faithful companion

a constant companion
over the years of my school days
a friend who cared a lot
for me and for my cousins
him I will never forget to remember;
we never schooled him
yet he learn so much
in so many ways
to deal with each
in his own understood way;
we loved him
as a friend
as a guardian
who always stood at the junction
of the jungle path when the clock strike 12.00
to accompany us back safely from school
to our wooden hut called home;
though old, he was obedient
strength beyond his age
till the day he died
his service he rendered dutifully,
Pedro will eternally remain with me

a dog he was
but a humane dog was he.

A HEAVEN I MISS…Pengkalan Hulu by Cyclopseven

sweet smell of burnt bushes and baked earth
still lingers in the memory though bygone in history
am awakened from the slumber’s depth
to the musical memory from the past gone by;
the days I used to wander
brushing the bushes in the forest
caring for the wild wilderness
now but a story shrouded in history
only to be told again and again;
the multicolored spiders
the poisonous snakes that slithered smoothly
beneath pile of dried rotten leaves
harmed me not even in their dreams;
the squirrels that gave me once a native fruit to eat
the monkeys that threw me once a bunch of fruits to be shared with friends
the orang asli (aborigines) who guided me with their skills
are all but embedded layers of past thoughts;
the years rolled fast, past my youth
only for me to carry on with but a bundle of memory;
oh, how I wish to be back then
to stroll again the motherly earth there
to smell again the burnt bushes and baked earth
to recover the sweet life hidden in the wilderness;
a place so dear to me
where survival taught in beautiful and colorful manner
hurt none embrace all;
I lived in meditation
utmost equanimity
life was full of equilibrium
amidst the greenery and serenity
of a forest
in Pengkalan Hulu
a heaven I lived once.

Lady At The Bay

She waited for him everyday
Her eyes fixed to every ship coming towards the bay
she spent more time on the bench
Than in her cottage few steps away
She did not want him to think she is not around
And just walk away

Days turned into weeks
and week into months
Months sped by too
and transformed into years
Just when she had lost hope that he would come back
She saw a black spot beginning to transform into a ship
As it came closer her heart beat grew faster
She knew it was her lover returning to her!

The ship seemed familiar
And the feeling within her made it sure
That it was no one else but he who had come
Now she was sure no one would come in between them
She walked a few steps towards the ship
As it reached the shore
Her face was lit with joy
When out from the ship stepped the man she adored
He walked to her and taking her in his strong arms
Kissed her thus making up for the lost years

Suddenly, the sky darkened and it began to rain
Her dream was shattered and she was back to reality again
There was no ship, no man around
She felt warm tears flow on her cheeks
And the pain in her heart of a fresh wound

She still waits for her man to come
She still sits at the bay
She still feels he would return
And she still waits for him everyday

Arti D. Honrao [Akansha]
Written on 13th February 2006 @ 4:30 pm IST
[inspired by the image displayed above]

MAHARAMESH AND MAHARANI- by cyclopseven

my dear sister and my dear brother
unknown may you be to me
and me not well known to you, may be;
when we hardly known to our own self
what are we to claim knowing others?
yet, we lived clustered in a small cell of a small family
brewing mostly in divine talks;
a family we remain ever expanding
human family we call it
humanity, HE named it.

my dear sister and my dear brother
world’s far end you may go
in search of bountiful experiences
and beautiful life
in my memory, memoirs of you shall remain ever unerased
my well wishes shall tread your path as shadow.

my dear sister and my dear brother
we tread a path which appears the same
the LORD we promise to make our breath
yet the plans taken may be different;
because the magic wand of Karma is never the same.

my dear sister and my dear brother
what appears to be distance
actually is just a thought away;
each thought of mine will accompany you
even to the nook of your dreams
for the power of thoughts, is such
and I pray, in your mind reserve a chamber for me.

my dear sister and my dear brother
sadness appears suddenly, throat choking
thinking my brother and my sister
spreading their wings wider
casting glance at a place, yonder;
as if the journey taken
will render casual meetings a blow as thunder
but I pray we will meet and joke in the dreams
if the DIVINE permits.

my dear sister and my dear brother
in HIM trust your might
because HE is the MIGHTIEST;
in HIM surrender your love
because HE is the LOVELIEST;
in HIM give your faith
because HE is ever FAITHFUL.

my dear sister and my dear brother
sad…sad…sad…my dear ones
life’s games are mighty waves
you fly for betterment of life
I pray, the drowning souls yonder
with your love and care
learn to swim back to shore;
soothe their hearts’ wound
generously embrace the hurts
as the same you have always done.

my dear sister and my dear brother
silent tears wet my heart
I pray the DIVINE shower
forever fall on you;
good souls are always cherished
by man and angels always be blessed;

a brother in divine I shall remain
somewhere in time
we will surely meet one day, in LOVE

may eternity be yours………………

Kalai : Feelings!

Joyful feelings rule the day
and make me feel as a ray!
Bubbling smiles uplift my spirit
and reflect the colors on rainy bow !
Raising bubbles on the evening air
Tells me everything looks fair !
Just like a hug of my little daughter
they reflect warmth and happiness !
Thinly drawn lovely lips
Silently ushers me with tips !
The moment spent in your mighty grip
lets me go for a dreamy trip.
Words usher as my lover
and makes me feel in a bower.

a dream

a dream
an illusion?

a dream
an illusion of delusion?

a dream
an illusion in delusory delusion?

a dream
an illusion in delusory deluded confusion?

a dream
a confusion deluded in illusion?

a dream
a confusion deluded in illusory delusion?

a dream
a delusion of psychological nature?

a dream
a delusion of psychological nature’s illusory dream?

a dream
a dream in sleep?

a dream
a life in dream?

a dream
a life we dream?

a dream
a dream we live?

Oh Lord

Oh Lord
when will the world cry for poors
that inherits the ‘rich poverty’;
will the day come when
the poor stop worrying about next meal?
will the rich become richly generous
in sharing the manna with brethrens of human kind?
will there be a day
equality be removed from dictionary
and placed amidst mankind to wipe human tears?
or will the world remain in doldrums
where the rich eats the fruits of the trees
that grew out of the sweats and tears of the poor?
will a day come
where man stop praying
but become the prayer themselves,
with their breathes and thoughts
saturated deeply in divine?

will a day come……….

SMILE.........

smile ....
is sunshine on a rainy day.....
it is a picnic on a week end.
It is a poem that your heart composed,
it is a painting that keeps coming back again and again
in front of my eyes.
smile
because I remembered you today
smile
because it might have been your birthday
that I forgot
smile
because I miss you so..........
Smile................
mukul

We: Mayuri Sharrma

We

Don’t try to own me, I’ll be yours
You keep it open, I’ll close the door
Give me your trust; I’ll never let you down
Make me smile; I’ll never let you frown
Let me be free, I’ll never wander away
Be my rock and I’ll never sway
Let me fly, I’ll always come home to you
Remember, you need me, as much as I need you.
We are two parts, of a whole
To be together, is our common goal.

~Mayuri Sharrma~

'Happy Birthday' My Dear Sister, Clemencia!

The strong-girl of our home!
She did the hardest chores;
And helped mother at work,
And locked the house’s doors.

She was a simple dame;
But received all the blame;
She yearned for love and name;
Life played a cruel game!

She loved to talk her heart,
And learned on own some art;
Unlucky on her part,
She remains right from start.

She is an Aquarian;
Devoted Marian;
She leads a spinster’s life,
Alone, amidst much strife.

May God bless my sister,
On her birthday today!
And grant her will-power
To walk in Heaven’s way.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 2-11-2006
Dedicated most lovingly to my dear sister,
Miss. A. Noeline Mary Clemencia BSc., B.T., Cbe.

WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS……….

WHEN THE MUSIC STOPS……….

When the music stops
The lyrics linger on
In a timeless space
Of no form or face

A deep ache
In the heart
Speaks to me
Calls out your name

Tells me
You are no more
But how could it be
Because I am your part

And you shall live
with me
in my heart
till I am dead
because
you have been with me always
my ever loving Dad…….

Love you so much

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SEE…….

CLOSE YOUR EYES AND SEE…….



If you look
In this mirror
You will only see
Yourself

But
If you close your eyes
And look inside your heart
You will see
Not only yourself
At your most beautiful
best

But also
Someone around you
Admiring you
Loving you…

Don’t you feel
It is better for you
To close your eyes
And see. . . . .

THE SKY IS TOO SMALL

THE SKY IS TOO SMALL………………….
Because
The day I was riding the chariot of Sun, with you by my side, the seven horses pulling the chariot were ecstatic driving us along the sky and still there was no end of sky in sight….

And
Then we jumped off the chariot on to the cloud nine , and walked hand in hand , we felt the clouds to be too soft …too fluffy, and warm…
There were golden swings, hanging down from the rainbows, and as we sat on them , holding on to chains entwined by vibrant flowers, we could feel the fairies giggling and gushing all over, as they gently rocked the swing…rocking it too and fro……

Swinging us from one end of the sky to another
And all that happened within a fraction of second that your eyes looked into mine firdt time , and told me you loved me so much !

And you would agree with me that if the sky was really as big as it is made out to be , it would’nt have been possible in a fraction of second…..!

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Tylyt zone

'tween the hours
whn chaste English held sway
nd it fully fades away
is this tylyt zone
wher SMS ruls the day

- Shanta