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Friday, March 31, 2006

life.........by cyclopseven

in the darkest night of my life
one day hidden forever embedded in memory
a decision in haste i made
to live or not to live
out of sheer agony of a life misunderstood by me;
a lost world i was
unexplored by my own mind
restless breathes accompanied me through
in deep thought i went awhile
only to realise, in death or life
life remains the same
and i will just live differently
for i know not what the other world holds for me,
mystery of life unravelled
within seconds of deep thought
and here today am still breathing
to live the life again.

child….......by cyclopseven

when a child is born unto you
remember my dear ones
it’s a gift chosen by the omnipresent love
for you to nurture and culture
the baby in the cradle of humanity.
no amount of feeding
no amount of hugging
can keep a child closer to you
but only a care with love
not love without care.
worry not his ways of misbehaving
hurry to guide him within your embrace
teach him no matter how long
what is right, and
what is wrong.
books will not give him education
nor medicine give him health, but
caring love gives a child everything,
give him unsullied tender love of his understanding
you will see the lotus bloom fighting the mire;
a child is white pure
till the life is spread before us
and we start to paint the color we like
always ignoring the child’s favourite colors
and we paint the color the way we like
always ignoring his way of coloring;
a child is vulnerable
to many abuses
faster you must move
a fence must be placed
warding the abuses
of gentle and hard;
a child
given unto humanity,
a message from the highest
that in God’s miracle
a child is ever pure
a sign that God still love human kinds;
love hard but with care
guide gently but with firmness
offer salutation to all in highest heaven
and soothe a child
with love and care,
the child will soothe again
with love and care
and a lotus blooms,
beautifully.

Thursday, March 30, 2006

Life

Life.....
a piece of plain canvas
some colours needed
to colour the life
some touches needed
to give life to the lives

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Helpless

Journey in the morning
with a heavy heart
tears rolling down on my cheeks
no one to symphatise
no one to emphatise
journey in the morning
to my destination
at one time
almost meet the end
with divine help
i survived
journey in the morning
with thick fear and worries
what awaits him today?
my Lord.....
please guide him
give him the strength
help him overcome
his shortcomings
my Lord.....
when will all these tortures end?

Sigh of a child

Once.....
life was so alive
so much fun
so much love
studies.....
peers.....
so much fun
so much love
Once.....
life was alive
counting hours
to see the light
so much to learn
so much love awaited
counting hours
for the dusk
peers around
so much fun awaited
Now.....
life is dead
no fun
no love
fear to see the light
so much hatred await
fear of the dusk
so much mockeries await
Now.....
life is miserable
journey to the death
no fun
no love
peers mocking around
making fun
life is.....
but a mental torture
life is.....
but a mental abuse.

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

what have I done…….by cyclopseven

what have I done
that many refused
to undone
their knotted words
to slither down
and
flow freely
together with me
in this mystical journey
of kavitanjali.....
why the silence?
have I sinned any?
join me in this travel
keep me company…..
without you guys around
strange experiences encounter me
my eyes laugh
my mouth tears
my ears breathe
my nose listens
as soul, am in total confusion!!

common guys one and all…..
join me again
as i joined you guys earlier.

(Norman jayanti Quicksilver! Mukul arvind crystallinedud Kavi Team Kalyan Rajwinraj glowing embers Inchara Dr John Celes Rajaram R magiceye kalai Shanta payal Robert E. Browne Eli Cast Twilah ANIRBAN DUTTA Radhamani venus66 Stanley joyizforever Dave Barber Arti Honrao ADITI DUTTA rachit arora Sanyukta sanjaygahlot Haripriya Amit Pokhrel Poet Tessa purvabhatia VIPLAV)

humanity…….by cyclopseven

a man with only one leg
boarded a bus once in the past
with wooden crutches supporting his whole body
beneath his armpits
he stood on the aisle
staring at every eyes seated comfortably;
no voice ensued
eyes that watch didn’t care to see him
he stood for almost 5 minutes
a language expressed clearly
through the contour on his face
seeking humanity in humility;
a sudden brake stopped the bus
he dropped the crutches
a sign that even the driver didn’t care,
but he managed to grasp the railing above
thus prevented a nasty fall;
still none bothered
but a blind man sense the sound of crutches
that missed the grip of humanity;
and he vacated his ground
for the poor man with one leg to sit;
the eyes neglected of vision
still managed to see predicament
of another unfortunate soul,
I was hurt and I prayed
God.....why didn’t you give me a stronger pair of legs
so I could have given my portion of the travel
to the poor man with one leg
and the blind man remain seated well throughout the journey;
vulnerability took hold of me
helpless I was then
but, I knew
to him belongs the heaven
who still fight to see without being able to see.

the other side……… by cyclopseven

during silent whispers of evening breeze,
a ‘mantra’ potent entered my soul
I peeped a little to gain an insight
vibratory in nature, the atomic smile was;
silence utter silence
I was not where I was
I didn’t know why
and where I was
I felt nice and high
in a world of my own
a world of my soul
I wish I remain here
forever and ever

…..but its always never.

nature – man ……..by cyclopseven

when the tide speaks low
ocean do not grumble or bow;
when the waves strikes high
ocean do faint or die;
when man rises in life
his ego balloons thrice;
when man price his scroll
his life become a posh stroll;
when I wonder why
Oh man....the Lord only sighs!!.

Monday, March 27, 2006

terror and peace meetings....by cyclopseven

when the weapon flies high
spreading its wing across the sky
its a sign, peace has been dethroned
from its seat, the crux of humanity;
beginning is the reign of terror
blood flows in tireless horror
man turns to all corners
animals pray for peace
but the beastiality in human
never cease;
tables arranged with cushioned chairs
air conditioned room, heavenly place
for a meeting on war and terror
sanctioned by leaders of many nations
with bites of delicious meals;
while roving over thick piles of paper
great men and women have a stomach fill
neglecting many bullet ridden bodies
a decent homeland burial;
peace written over and over
even devoid of light,'peace'
still can be written by them all
they have mastered the spelling....very well;
but conditioned by dictators of woes
leaders have nothing to choose
but deliberately delaying the process called oeace
in the name of meetings,
so to let many die
leaving more space and resources
for tyrants to share among the them

will terror one day die a natural death?
will human be free of horror?
will there ever be a peace meeting
held in an open space
the sky as roof
and dry bread as meal?

will there ever be.........?

Friday, March 24, 2006

valuables..........by cyclopseven

demolition work is going on, consistently
ravaging the core of human hearts
tears of pain rolls down the cheeks
as if washing the rough surface
but man goes on without much care;
when the foundation is shaken
how can the future promise stability?
when the petals have fallen
what becomes of a flower?;
man, thou shall never forget
values gained, inherent beauty
the sustenance for the soul
as it travels in the eternal chariot called TIME.

(composed 28.5.1997)

Wednesday, March 22, 2006

pain of neglect……by cyclopseven

where the sun can’t find its way through
an old lady stays alone
accompanied only by her hidden shadow
and sorrow;
scarcity of food, leaking tank
talks of starvation beyond famine;
she counts the wrinkles on her body
before its too late to remember again
to answer the gatekeeper beyond death
when he ask her forgotten age
“how old are you?”
once glorious indeed was life
now ignorantly ignored by thickened blood
she now gather sores on her back
and puss underneath her wrinkles;
her counts misses many times
when a maggot or two fall from inside the folded skin
and she count them instead.

an old lady
none cuts her nail
she gores her own flesh
to feed the hungry stomach
with puss dripping from her mouth.
a scene of sin imposed by worn out humanity
a reality of life in the middle of violent selfishness
made out of artificiality.
she knows her coach will arrive soon
so she prays diligently
for a ticket of a first class travel
with saints and God
together will travel.

I pray…..grant her the ticket.

spare one for me.....
will man a day to come leave selfishness?
i smiled cynically at my own face!!

direction……by cyclopseven

whenever I lost my way
I stop and pray;
when the way lost me
in prayer must I dwell?
in penance shall I be?
tell me life
so the light may dawn upon me
an answer for my quest.

snail in creation……by cyclopseven

the snail has all the opportunities
as it slowly but steadily move along life
to watch each and every movable and immovable creation
grow and grow
emanating hopes sprouting
out of imagination dreamt of;
it has the gift of moving slow
casting glance at everything around
lifeless and lively
and understand each day better
to appreciate the divinity
that runs across the diameter
provoking eagerness slumber
in one and all;
the snail
is a marvel in creation
a novel written by creator
to teach us a little of His wonders
so we too may learn to unlearn the fast pace
of desires and breath
to live life every second in solidified present
by close observation and reservation
of His play around us in nanoseconds.

a snail
a lesson to learn and unlearn
by man at all times and climes.

breast feeding…….by cyclopseven

a baby battles a life
in fight for her right
to suck the nipple of her alma mater, her mother
for nature’s juice
bountifully given
as a prize for every baby born,
alas!! she lost her battle with powdered white
few mothers cared a lot
for many its but trifle drips
and a baby’s first struggle
devoid of nourishing mother
begins here.

Tuesday, March 21, 2006

am a prisoner………by cyclopseven

imprisoned in my own thoughts
am a prisoner within my mind
senseless senses
cornered me senselessly
I surrendered surreptitiously to them
insatiable desires
holds me dear in titan’s grip,
am struggling daily
in search of the key for the grip;
years have gone by
yet a prisoner I’m still.

Monday, March 20, 2006

abode of sanyasa........by cyclopseven

a place clear of immature thoughts
lies not far from human soul
a few chosen select it as goal
to harness higher life of awakening the divine within
by sacrificing desires of worldly kind
and rise slowly
penetrating the veil of ‘koshas’
paving a clear path within ‘sushumna’
allowing mother ‘shakti’s’ ascend
from muladhara to sahasra,
when journey’s end reaches
the soul opens to wed in appreciation
the cosmic ray
enshrined in divine tales
experience of bliss veiled unveils.

soul by cyclopseven

an entity trapped
in a casket sealed tight
with unruly servants
who dances gaily
knowing the master is drunk.
awaken the master
awaken the master
if the rudder is to set aright
to held captive the servants
who swim in the ocean of violent pleasure.

Hurt

My heart....
hurts
for I'm hurt
My heart....
cries
for you have lied
My heart....
bleeds
for you have cheated
My heart....
I'm really hurt
My Lord....
Do I deserve all these?

Sunday, March 19, 2006

right and wrong

right is wrong
when wrong becomes right
wrong is right
when right becomes wrong
so
where is the meeting point
between wrong and right?
right for me
may prove to be wrong for you
wrong for you
may prove to be right for me,
so again
where is the justification?
when majority wins
it doesn’t necessarily mean they are right
when minority loses
it doesn’t necessarily mean they are wrong
so once again
how to distinguished
between the two?
and say
wrong is right
right is wrong

Expectation kills

Will it be wonderful?
if everyone feels alike
Will it be peaceful?
if everyone thinks alike
is it possible?
different perceptions
different views
is it possible?
different mind set
different desire
different intention
is it possible?
what is right for us
maybe wrong for others
what is wrong for us
maybe right for others
is it possible?


Saturday, March 18, 2006

night.........by cyclopseven

devoid of brightness
it stay alive
giving life to many
that cares to see through the blindfold.
night ……a blanketed day
devoid of darkness
it becomes day
its a victim of light play.

should I......by cyclopseven

sometimes we wonder
why must we care for others
do others care for us?
failing in our thoughts
and ailing in our feelings
we neglect the reality,
while we care for others
we selfishly caring for us too;
don’t we care for others with love?
can the care imparted duly with hate enshrined?
don’t our care for others waters satisfaction within us?
don’t our care for others
bring about the humanness within?
knowingly we care for others
because unknowingly we care for ourselves first
if we are in pain we care only for ourselves
we hardly reign as saints
if we are in love we care more for others
we hardly become devils
choice is ours
saint or devil?

unspoken words.....by cyclopseven

legacy from the past
tormenting the depth
of my grievance,
sufferings untold
remains unfold,
decades have passed
a million prayers have been offered
yet, still
I’m here craving
the fortune hidden
in order to smile again.
I’ve come
from the hoary past
carrying nothing
but,
only rivulets of tears.
hidden hopes
mesmerizing life
keeps me alive;
for days to come
may cast the light
I long longed for.




...16th June 1995.

reminiscence

an old coffee shop
in an old mining town
carries along a past
full of migrant story
of people from another country.
the wooden tables with marble tops
the wooden chairs with antic carvings
the bulbs with shining yellow
the people that sits in reverie
the cups which contains steaming tea and coffee
tell the stories in the stillness of thoughts;

smoke puffed into oblivion
together thoughts whisk away
about loved ones left behind
unknown their fate till today;
a tale of pain and woes
hidden between the gory wrinkles
heated by merciless tropical rays
fate in both countries is not a fairy tale.
scarcity of embrace visibly noticed
sucked away by depressive moods
tender care anticipated by all
yet shyness prevent the soul
from opening more and more towards all.

in the quietness of night
every migrant dreams a dream luxurious
thinking of thicker blood that flows in another land
in another body
and pray that all be happy.

migrant’s life is a migratory story
what remains will be the history
remnant of thoughts dissident to rest.

Care for environment

I witness....
with my own naked eyes
the battle between life and death
like the fish along the shore
barely able to breath
begging for life
struggling to live
I witness....
with my own bare eyes
the beautiful land so rich
but....
why? why?
one has to suffer
Man....
please! please!
leave the nature alone
let the green green forest grow
let the green green grass grow
let ones live
with dignity now and forever

Friday, March 17, 2006

Should I?

Sometimes....
I wonder....
Why??
care too much for others
forgot to care for myself
think too much for others
forgot to think for myself
love too much for others
forgot to love myself
Sometimes....
I wonder....
Why not??
don't care for others
don't think for others
don't love for others
care for myself
think for myself
love for my self
forget about others
but....
I just couldn't.

Thursday, March 16, 2006

Circle

Symbolic
intriguing
ultimate perfection
three in one
mandalas....
wordless journey
into mind's deepest mysteries
no beginning
no ending
it's magical
mandalas....
protects a sacred space
one finds tranquility
one finds peace
mandalas....
wheel of life
tunnel between
present world
world to come
mandalas....
symbol of eternity

Discovery

You and I
much time
assume know ourselves
know who we are
reality......
our mind is unknown territory
You and I
rarely explore
the depths of our unconscious
fail to ask
the meaning of our existence
fail to realize
the purpose of our existence
You and I
survive on the surface
surface of our lives
reality......
You and I
strangers even to ourselves

From Manu Dharma ...

From Manu Dharma
to Manu Sharma*,
India has come a long way.

The system needs a rethink
before we go over the brink
Glad a Lok Paritran** has come into the fray.

Shanta
* http://news.indiainfo.com/2006/02/21/2102jessica-lal-murder-case.html

** You might have heard that a few IIT guys have got together to form a political party in India - Lok Paritran. In case you haven't heard, here's an article from Economic Times which might be worth checking out.
http://economictimes.indiatimes.com/articleshow/msid-1384411,curpg-1.cms
http://www.lokparitran.org/

Faith.............by cyclopseven

in God I trust my faith
throughout day and night.
I implored God
“make me thy faithful”.
He asked me’
“are you ready my child,
to give up the rest but Me?”
I stopped awhile
regaining my mental posture
“what you mean my Lord?”
“clarify please this ignoramus understand not”.
He said,
“my child give up the rest but Me”
I scarcely believe
that the Higher One asking for this;
I steadied myself again
“if I give the rest, what will my gain be, my Lord?”
the Lord answered, ”you’ll have Me, my child”
I am lost
“You?”.
“What am to live as, without the rest but You?”
the Lord smiled,
“you just live as faith, I’ll do the rest.
For am I not your servant if you are the faith?”

“Oh Lord, pardon me for questioning. a lot.
Now I know, my faith is not fully laid in You,
the humblest most in the highest heaven”.
‘in mire I still hold my grasp tight as ever,
guide me Lord to free the grip
so I may leave the rest but You”.

Life….by cyclopseven

life is not a promise of paradise
it is but a struggle
worth the life.
from mother’s womb we wriggle out
heading for light and air
we breath free
we see free
we taste free
we live free.
yet why must acceptance bind us such?
by nature our existence is acceptance
why die about acceptance that contaminates?
we do breath
we do see
we do taste
we do live.
…..even if acceptance misses us
rejoice in the spirit
that accept us into the fold
of love and trust
…...then worry of acceptance will beat its way far.

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

My conscience

What can I say....?
to wish you only the best
you deserve it
What can I say....?
you have always been a mystery
mystery since the moment i saw you
mystery since the moment i got to know you
What can I say....?
that's what makes you special
that unique reserve smile of yours
it's very intriguing
What can I say....?
don't ever lose it
don't ever change it
What can I say....?
a piece of advice
control your destiny
never lose your individualism
never lose your independence
What can I say....?
once you lose it
once you let another control it
once you let another dictate it
you lose your self respect
What can I say....?
hold on to it tightly

Life

Life is a struggle
some struggle....
to achieve their goals in life
others simply struggle
to survive in this world
world full of obstacles
Life is a struggle
in this world of materialism
you and I
mostly struggle
to be accepted
to accept
and
love one another
Life is a struggle
to human belongs the struggle
to God the outcome
keep on struggling
leave the outcome to God

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

fading friendship?.......by cyclopseven

never before have I heard of such a tale,
of a fading friendship
nay!!
arrival of twilight
doesn’t make the splendor of sun diminish
its just partially hidden beyond the clouds
through silver linings it doth tell its brightness.

dark clouds do appear
casting gloom over human and nature
nature accepts naturally
for it wears darkness and brightness
as masks equal,
but not human.
friendship remains bright ever
but when the mind sways apart
its blocked a little by darkened clouds
yet, it doth appear as silver linings
at the edge of the relationship
saying, we are still friends
bright ever.
every human needs time
to amend
and
to repent,
that’s when the radiance hide itself
in the corner of predicaments.

Friendship fades

Deep down in the heart
a castle visible
it glows
it shines
it blooms
castle of friendship
it is called
Deep down in the heart
a castle visible
so precious
so special
so dear
castle of friendship
it is called
years come
years go
Deep down in the heart
a castle invisible
no glows
no shines
no blooms
why is it so?

MIND

Treacherous indeed
is she
who seduces me
at every chance
leaving me dangling
with baits of desire
craving unending.

There’s Light at Life’s Tunnel’s Other End!

When I entered Life’s tunnel sometime back,
It was a totally new experience!

Sometimes, we’re shoved into this by others;
At times, we enter it all by ourselves;
Sometimes, the adverse environs force us;
At times, God allows such a trial-test;
The devils too happily see us thus!
This journey, we must make it with success.

It was filled with darkness, coldness, solitude,
Without a ray of hope-light from outside;
I groped my way for weeks and years on end;
I found the tunnel almost ne’er –ending!
Despair had filled my mind and heart often;
At times, I thought I must live like the rest-
A sinful life, without the fear of God!
At times, I thought I must back off / return;
The odds were pitted heavily ‘gainst me!
My conscience advised me to carry on;
Life’s trials, tribulations come to all;
In life, none can escape adversity;
Life’s challenges we earthlings face somehow;
Cowards only avoid realities!

I continued to be always upright;
I had to keep my good principles too;
I cried to God and pleaded many times;
Hopelessness filled my heart on many days;
But I did not veer from my righteous path;
Problems and strife do come to all earthlings;
Perhaps, they chose a few pre-destined ones!

The God who made me with love like others,
Would not forsake me anytime in life;
He made me specially for role unique;
He won’t neglect or ignore any soul;
I put my trust in God and walked ahead.

The tunnel was much longer than I thought;
I trudged my way without help from others;
I scarcely walked and never could I run;
God was my only Friend in times of need;
He made me feel that everything will end.

Our transient life has joys and woes chain-like:
There was light surely at the tunnel’s end!
It took a longer time for me, of course!
And when I saw the light at last stream in,
The joy I felt was indescribable;
The light was brighter than I expected,
Remaining so for the rest of my life!

God made it possible in turbulent days
To live without succumbing to devils;
And soon my days of woes were almost gone;
God showed a land of ‘milk and honey’ fast,
And here I live with dignity and pride;
I thank my God for all His help/ Mercy.

He was the one who stood by me in strife;
He was the one who lifted me in falls;
He was the one who consoled me when ill;
He was the one who gave me company;
He was the one who changed my dismal world;
He was the one who put my foes to shame;
He was the one who gave me victory.

He was the one who gave me strength of mind;
He was the one who walked ahead of me;
He was the one who helped carry my cross;
He was the one who forgave all my sins;
He was the one who instilled hopes anew;
He was the one who guided / counseled me;
He was the one who had loved me truly!
He was the one who energized my frame;
He was the one who opened my eyes wide;
He was the one who helped me smell dangers;
He was the one who loved me more than men;
He was the one who cared for me so well.

Sometimes in life, we do enter tunnels,
Of variable lengths and sizes, shapes, pitch-dark;
How long we have to walk in it none know;
No one can tell if we can reach the end.

But, there is light certainly at the end;
We must make it with patience, will-power;
And once we reach it, there ends our troubles;
The world will change most miraculously;
No more can devils tempt us with success;
We cannot commit mortal sins again.

The Lord has been with us through all our strife,
And showed the path of cross to Calvary;
For that’s the way we ought to live on earth;
And that’s the way we must enter Heaven.
God has ear-marked a time/ season for things;
We must await it without losing hope;
Our faith will give us surely victory;
And Heaven too to all His righteous souls!

God’s most beloved of creatures is man!
God has a plan even before our birth;
He knows our heart even before we’re made;
He watches us sleepless both night and day;
He feels so sad when we too face troubles;
But He will never close His eyes or turn,
Even for a fraction of a moment.

He knows too well the devils’ wily ways,
And cannot permit one more soul to hell!
The price of sins of all mankind was paid,
By death on cross of Jesus Christ, God’s son,
Who was begotten and on earth born man:
God’s love transformed into a human frame!
What greater love can Maker have for man?
God gave His only son’s life to save us.

Copyright by Dr John Celes 3-12-2006

Monday, March 13, 2006

a heap of sand....by cyclopseven

a heap of sand
I scoop with my bare hands
and let it loose between the gaps
to return back where it belongs
for every shore needs the sand
to call the sea water gigantic;
every land along the coast
lays bare like the shore of sand
then we shall appreciate the land
where man stands to dive within
with reverence to the land
that share the waters with man.

help me Maya…by cyclopseven

trudging along the time historic
my mind wanders in slumber suicidal
veiled in maya I became haywire
truth scarcely represent the world I see
I blame all but not me
‘coz I believe not that I can go wrong
Oh Maya…let me trust myself
that I am only a human
prone to wrongs and rights
let me admit I am wrong too
when I judge others being wrong.

help me Maya
help me Maya
awaken me Maya
from this slumber suicidal.

a land that we belongs to.....by cyclopseven

a place far off
yet ever near and dear
a heaven on earth
where equality is the utmost quality;
everything shared equally
irrespective of their mental predicaments.
in quiteness of death
they found unity rightly placed
six feet underneath
beneath the warm layer of soil
no murmurs
no tears
no wails
no moans
only peace
a land dearly shunned by many
we care little for the land
that we belong to,

the cemetary.

my love…by cyclopseven

my love lies lovingly
on my lap facing me
as I caresses her with soothing words
chosen carefully for programmes I need
she lies quietly staring at me
reflecting my words on her shining face;
my fingers massage her body
with gentle touches,
at times I ENTER hard
yet she quietly remains
she doesn’t care.
once I am done
I lifts her off my lap
and place her gently into the briefcase
and wish a gentle goodbye
till I see her again
at another time
….my lap top.

"choice"

Dead body...is what
i want to be
no fear
no anger
no love
no hate
Dead body...is what
i want to be
no cry
no tears
no hurt
no bleed
Dead body... is what
i want to be
just a body without soul

"Who"

He says.......
He is the father
His miracles
I have heard
He says.......
He is the mother
His miracles
I have seen
He even says........
He is the God
His miracles
I have experienced
but........
at times i wonder
who is he?

death..........by cyclopseven

a departure made
at journey’s end,
unwelcomed though
yet it still insist on visiting.
alas devoid of appreciating this guest
mankind wallows in fears immeasurable
many dreams eternity is this body
a casket beautifully cared
anti ageing materials applied
just to be strewn with flowers colorful
accompanying the last rite
into the unknown decomposition
a finale.

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Kalai : The day has come !!


So long the day has come
Overwhelming feelings at heart
Overburdened with so much to tell
Reaching far and wide my dreams
Yet to reach the brim of saturation
And not expressed at heart -
Who will understand what my love is
and how strong it can be ...
Questions raised with doubts
always make me feel at loss
and wonder have I expressed it clear !

Saturday, March 11, 2006

psychiatrist’s dictionary....by cyclopseven

once in a while
its ok to break loose
a psychiatrist’s dictionary of disillusionment.
his prognosis out of the diagnosis
its ok to break loose
to relieve the stress
and re-live it again.
so, its ok to break loose again.
break loose….its ok says the psychiatrist
as long as you don’t loosen your lust
as long as you don’t loosen another man’s belt
nor a lady’s skirt
its ok to break loose.
de-stress the stress by breaking loose
as long as you don’t break the bones
even if that happens
save your marrow for morrow
because you got to move on
to get ironed and stressed up
and break loose again.
move on buddy
release the stress
into the mire of loosen desires
“…break loose again and again
.and come to me again”…says the psychiatrist
“me will feed you tablets
to break you from breaking loose
because you are my patient
I take care of you and YOU care for me
because when you break loose
my pockets grow and tear
burden of wealth, can’t be contained
in the drawer I stuff ‘em”
says the psycho psychiatrist with a big grin.

thoughts...by cyclopseven

the many waves
of my thoughts
grow wider and wider
creating whirlpool of ripples;
though keeps me going
by nature its suicidal
for it kills the senses
before they die
it kills the mind
before the thoughts cease.

when I ……by cyclopseven

when I tear the most
then I know YOU wipe;
when I laugh the most
then I know you hear;
when I suffer the most
then I know YOU care;
when I listen the most
then I know YOU speak;
when I speak the most
then I know YOU listen;
when I care the most
then I know YOU love;
when I try the most
then I know YOU encourage;
when I want the most
then I know YOU put a stop;
when I want an answer
then I know YOU answer in silent.

Friday, March 03, 2006

behind every closed door……by cyclopseven

there is
behind every closed door
of every human conscience
silent whispers
whispers silently
prompting the good over evil.
there is
behind every closed door
whispers of tolerance
heard in silence;
there is
behind every closed door
man make decisions unknown;
there is
behind ever closed door
people sit around the round tables
discussing events of the worldly tales.
there is
behind every closed door
a devil wait in patience
to pounce the meek;
there is behind every closed door
lust gripping the soul in tight clutch;
there is
behind every closed door
fear for war and fear for humanity
lies darkened with soots hanging.
there is
behind every closed door
an oppurtunity to unravel the bliss.
there is behind every closed door
teardrops contained in the bowl of frustration.
there is
behind every closed door
a shadow play going on

there is
behind every closed door
streams of blood flowing.
there is
behind every closed door
a god locked from outside.

Wednesday, March 01, 2006

TOMORROW by cyclop seven

today I see in a second
glimpses of tomorrow;
the way I live the ‘now’
reveals the ‘morrow’ hidden
amidst today’s breathes!

Read - meets

In the comforting camaraderie
of like minded souls
Among friends who are tuned in
with similar interests and goals
Sharing unshrouded thoughts
convictions and feelings
Receiving exposure, encouragement,
confidence and healing
Read-meets are forays
into an unshackled world
Where our thoughts fly and resound
with every wing unfurled
Instead of being set afloat
from a lonely distant shore
While wondering if they'll ever
reach anyone's door

~ Shanta ~

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