face - by cyclopseven

thank god
He has given me only one face,
if two
I wouldn't know
which one to choose.
to speak and laugh
i may have to think twice
to cry and mumble
i may have to think thrice
thank god
I can do all with a single face.
with multiple overlays changing fast
a single face is a quicker choice,
same skin intact, with age come creases
showing the colors of soul,



blight or delight
we have but only one face,
spoil it not with abstract faces
colorful scratches don't maketh a beautiful face
but guests of the heart maketh a beautiful face.

an art - by cyclopseven

when a picture speak
in silence it communicates,
when a picture speak not
in confusion it brags
a language understood by none
yet appreciated by many - an art its named
millions paid in a mad transaction;
language is not the seller's knack
nor the buyer understand the colors
two mads exchange the fun
one knows something
the other knows nothing
the knower become richer
the poorer, the art lover;
at home
the seller - with a satisfied grin
the buyer, a slave so funny
he thinks and thinks
thinking
which side is up
which side is down
to hang the picture up-right
in utter confusion
his head he scratch to bleed
money gone
direction lost!!

zilch by cyclopseven

when waves of thought
calms down to almost a zilch
my shadow freeze not me anymore.
in brilliance i shine
my eyes see nothing
but the cells see all
i am the light
and
i am eternal.

Why? by Venus66

many times....
I have asked
many times....
I have prayed
many times....
I have cried
many times....
I have wondered
my questions
not been answered
am I not worth to be heard?
what sins have I done?
are you still there watching?
or
have you forgotten this tiny soul?
or
am I here to settle my karmic accounts?
why???

liberation by cyclopseven

when the soul discard the hut
in search of peace in travels afar
in eternal tree it seek to rest
returning is no more a dream
yet bundles of living desires like gravity pull
a body is made and tendencies ensue
the return begin again
another round
another sojourn
till dead of desires begin
freedom is but a dream.

Relationship

it is beautiful
our life is infact relationship
it is not planned
good relationship is
like lubricant
so smooth its flow
it's giving and receiving
of love
of light
of power
its purpose is
but....
to learn
to grow
to progress
with so called 'interactions'

freedom by cyclopseven

as i become thinner and thinner
expanding the self further and further
the self become the SELF
mind dissapeared
desires died
i suffer not

anymore.

Suffering

everyone is suffering
the rich
the poor
the healthy
the ailing
everyone is suffering
physically
emotionally
mentally
suffering is
but....
part and parcel of life
as long as
body conscious exist
suffering remains
as long as
karmic layers exist
suffering remains
be soul conscious
and
detach from everything

maya-ma by cyclopseven

enchanting seductress
oblivious to many she remain illusory
life's actions are her treasury
without which this world is nothing but imaginary;
she seduce all with her wits and charm
devoid of her we know not of sweet and bitter;
juggling between death and life
her baits attract the good and the vile
none she tricks nor cheats
all mind plays shadow game
under her gaze
man blames her outrightly;
poor she, the sustaining ruler
who regulates the hunger and thirst
of mighty creation and dissolution
the basis of entire manifestation;
she strives ceaselessly
so man may realise her effortlessly
yet, victimised by shallow mind
man succumb into devil's mire
in pleasure she becomes invisible
wallowing in fun man blinds himself towards her
in pain she becomes visible
every eyes stares at her
Oh......you treacherous Maya
why? why? why?
I suffer.

Maya

maya.......
you the colourful mirage
you make people dance to your tune
you make them drown in the pleasure of sense
you make their intellect completely spent
maya......
you fill them with anger and lust
you cunningly trap the people
trap them in their costumes
make them forget their own form
forget where do they come from
you grind them in grinding wheel of sorrow
but.......
why maya???
:((((((((((((((

Life can be beautiful

at times.....
life is full of confusions
my dear ones
think wisely
decide wisely
choose wisely
then life can be lived wisely
live in remembrance of God
his blessings and love
will always be with us
may you and I experience
the eternal bliss
in the presence of God

MY COUNTRY MALAYSIA

My country, Malaysia
a nation strong and powerful
strives to be recognised
in the eyes of the world
a land rich in peace and unity
binds all people together
live in perfect harmony

My country, Malaysia
people of various colours
walking hand in hand
working side by side
a real beauty indeed

My country, Malaysia
I vow to thee
all earthly things above and below
whole and perfect
the service of my love
the love that asks no questions
the love that stands the test
the love that never fails
the love that moves me forward
to build my motherland
a successful nation
a respected nation

My country, Malaysia
my love for you
grow stronger and stronger
deeper and deeper

a key - by cyclopseven

often in wonder
i ramble within my mind
in search of a lost treasure
a key for unlocking the bliss foretold
in ages long gone by;
have i misplaced it?
have i lost it?
have i been ignoring it?
often i ramble within and within;
one day i found it
but in tight clasp of violent desires,
each try to grasp it, slips away in the wind
for my enemies' stronghold none can enter by force;
to my conscience, my master and my perceptor
i prayed fervently
shower thy blessing my dear enlightened ones
so my enemies shall leave me
without being conquered forcefully
and in return no reaction will i accrue out of that action;
within a second - a whisper of voice so beautiful
beyond human expression
mother nature
one day laid bare the path of the perceptor,
a path she taught out of many she laid front
in deep observation
i see the evidence of existence far beyond man
and made me realise
no path comes with sudden fruits
without flow of devotion

I know
one day that key shall belong to me and all
as the mind shun the deep roving desires
and live simple with love
the key shall unlock the bliss foretold
when time is ripe.

no rush, just love.

India's Sixtieth Independence Day

India’s Sixtieth Independence Day!

Sixty years have rolled off
Since India turned afree;
But minds and hearts of people
Stays in malady!

Not all’s well with the nation;
Where is social justice?
And rampant is corruption,
Plaguing most sectors.

Some brethren poor are poorer;
Some leaders stay so rich;
And diseases are rife,
Making life black as pitch!

The politics is awful;
They waste a lot of sums;
The needs of poor are unmet;
So is the score at stumps!

And Nature has been furious
In unexpected ways;
Will not Indians soon wake up
And change their future days?

Who cares about the struggles
Our freedom-fighters faced?
With love and bonds of friendship,
No more our hearts seem based!

God, usher in anew times
And make all realize
That progress needs hard labor,
Peace and sacrifice!
‘Jai Hind! Jai Bharat!’
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-15-2006

twilight by cyclopseven

as the sun shy away
from the fading day
the moon boldly sway
to brighten the emerging darkness;
i stood in awe
staring a their mergence
in the moment we call twilight;
what a beauty
what a beauty
an interplay of unity
mother nature's fraternity
the art of divinity.

God

God...
creator of everything
created this earth
for us to use and enjoy
created the universe
to share his goodness
to make known
his power and glory
God....
the Holy one
created us to know him
to love him
to serve him
on this earth
enjoy him
forever in heaven
God....
he gives us life
he takes care of us
watches over us lovingly
knows even our most secret thoughts and actions
he is perfectly good
loving Lord of human history
created everything from nothing
God....
many on this earth
including me
at times forget your goodness
open up our mind and heart
to know you better
and spread the spiritual roses fragrance

Death

sitting beside the loved ones
witnessing the weeping and crying
trying to console and convince
but of no use
invisible to the naked eyes
only a soul am I
watching my own body
surrounded by loved ones

where human by cyclop seven

grasp of emotion
dries my bloody passion
when i see the patience
go astray into dusty air
polluted by cries of pain;
in the middle of amber
a mother embrace her child
leaning against the wall
forever in slumber;
i tarry awhile
in thought deep
a question popped
'where human?'!!

Happy Friendship Day!

A friend is a person
You bump into one day,
In a strange way
Like a Fay!
Making you gay,
Listening to all that
You got to say!

A friend is one
Amongst a few,
Who cares for you,
Telling you what to do;
At times, cautioning too!

A friend is a soul
With an important role,
Helping you attain your goal,
Making your life whole!

A friend is a rare find
Who enters your mind
In a way pre-destined;

A friend adds
meaning to your life;
Helping you in your strife;
Becoming even
Your husband or wife!

A friend is for ever
Intimate and never
Always clever.

A friend is a bond of love
That shouldn’t sever,
But remain strong forever!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 8-3-2006