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What do you know about our country'India that is Bharat?

2009-07-26T07:21:00.016+05:30

Past, Present and Future
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Preface : This article was written nearly a decade back in April 1999 on the basis of information then collated from a number of different sources and compiled together by self (BAIYU).As one may observe on going through this writing where ever available the source has been acknowledged and where not done so ,it is based on some information that appeared then on net.

This write up is now being released through this Web site for the pleasure of reading by my Friends and Well wishers of Kavitanjali family and to share their thoughta if any with the compiler (Self)Baiyu.It is meant purely for an enjoyable reading and is not meant to disturb the feelings of any.

Lastly the contents of this writing,being based purely on borrowed information from a number of sources,need not necessarily reflet in some cases the compiler's opinion.

Past:
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Information given below was compiled from one of the German magazines dealing with World History.

----India is the only country that has not invaded any other country in her last Ten thousand years of History.
----It is the only society in the world ,which has never known slavery.
----It is in this country where the number system was first invented when Aryabhatta invented the number Zero.
----It was again in this country that the world's first University was established in Takshila in 700BC.The University of Nalanda built in 4th century was one of the greatest achievements of anciant India in the field of education.
----Sanscrit,the mother tongue of all languages,had its origin in this country and being most precise is considered a suitable language for computer soft ware (Ref.Forbes Magazine --July 97.)
----It was in this country that Ayurveda,the earliest school of Medicine known to Humans,was consolidated by Charaka,the Father of Medicines,nearly 2500 years ago and is the only known system which takes a Holistic View of the person being treated.
----India was the Richest Country on Earth until the time of British in the early
17th century and attracted by its wealth Christopher Columbas,while looking for a route to India discoered the American Continent.
----It was in the River Sindh in this country that the art of Navigation was born 6000 years ago.The very word Navigation is derived from the Sanskrit word Navgatih and the word Navy is derived from the Sanscrit word "Nou".
----It was again in this country way back in 5th century AD,long before the Astronomer Smart came on the scene,it was BHASKARACHRYA,who was the first to establish the time taken by the earth to orbit the Sun at 365.258756484 days.
----Similarly the value of PAI was first calculated by Budhayana and it was he who was the first to explain the concept of what is now known as the Pythogorean theory way back in 6th century AD long before the European mathematician.
----Algebra,Trigonometry and Calculus originated from India.Quadratic equations were propounded by Sridharacharya in the 11th century AD.
----The largest number used by Greeks and Romans was 10 to the power 6 whereas Hindus used numbers as big as 10 to the power 53 with specific names way back in 5000BC during the Vedic period.
----According to the Gemological Institute of USA,until as recent as 1896,India was the only source for Diamonds to the World.
----USA based IEEE proved what has been a century old suspicion in the World scientific community that the pioneer of Wireless communication was Professor Jagdeesh Bose and not Marconi.
----The earliest Reservoir and Dam for irrigation was built in Saurashtra.According to Saka King Rudradaman-I of 150 BC a beautiful lake aptly called Sudarshana was constucted on the hills of Raivataka during Chandragupta Maurya's time.
----Chess (Shataranja or Asthapada)was invented in India.
----Susrruta,the Father of Surgery,way back 2600 years ago,along with other surgeons of his time,conducted complicated surgeries like Cesareans,Cataract,Artificial Limbs,Fractures,Urinary Stones and even Plastic and Brain surgery.
----Usage of Anesthetia was well known in ancient India.Over 125 surgical Instruements were then in use.Deep knowledge of Anatomy, Physiology,Ethiology, Embryology, Digestion metabolism Genetics and Immunity are also found in many texts.
----When many cultures were only nomadic forest dwellers over 5000 years ago,Indians established Harapan culture in Indus Valley Civilisation.
----The Decimal system was developed in India way back in 100 BC.

----If this is not adequate,would you like to know what two leading personalities from the West have to say about India?

----Albert Einstein has said----
----"We owe a lot to the Indians ,who taught us how to count without which no worthehile scientific Discovery could have been made."

----Mark Twain has said ------
----" India is -----
*The cradle of the Human Race.
*The Birth place of Human speech.
----*The Mother of History.
----*The Grandmother og Legend.
----*And The Great Grndmother of tradition".

PRESENT
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Such a great Country of ours ,which in the past had left Foot Steps for others to follow,is today being considered Under Developed, taken for granted and as one of little consequence.OH, what a fall is this my Countrymen?You, I and all of us have fallen due to our own making.If we are the cause for this fall,we alone are the ones who can make our Country arise.

Future
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Well Friends,would you not then like to know what the French Peer ,NOSTRODAMOUS, the man 'who saw tomorrow'has to say about the future of INDIA as he saw it more than 400 years ago and as found recorded in Quatrain in his famous 'Centuries'published way back in 1555.

QUOTE

Quatrain 50 Century
-----"From the Peninsula where three seas meet
-----Comes the Ruler to whom Thursday is holy
-----His Wisdom and Might all Nations will greet
-----To oppose him in Asia will be folly".

Quatrain 75 Century
-----"Long awaited He will not take birth in Europe
-----India will produce the Immortal Ruler
-----Seeing Wisdom and Power of unlimited scope
-----The World will bow to this conquering scholar".

UNquote
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Nostradamus predicts a glorious future for India.He has foreseen the rise of a mighty all conquering Hindu Nation.Its birth is close at hand.The Seer predicts that after a gruesome Holy War spread over nearly Seven years from the early current 21st century the ancient way of Hinduism will get restored.Vedic chants will again fill the air.The French Peer predicts that after the end of the war starting from around the end of this decade,from around 2020 AD onwards the Restucturing of our country would begin and spread over the following three decades,the Golden Age Of India will get restored from 2050 onwards.

To Conclude
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Life thrives on hope.History is known to repeat itself.

May the above prophesy of the French Peer come true and may this country of ours,India that is Bharat,arise to lead the world once again.

Compiled by---------- Mumbai
Baiyu April 1999.

2008-11-10T14:29:00.003+05:30

Jealousy

Jealousy is anger, jealousy is hate

Jealousy may lurk behind any hidden gate

Jealousy is deadly, under the night sky

Jealousy is a poison, that many die by.

Jealousy may end as soon as it begins

It may also go on without your consent

Jealousy can be a tool, controlled by one

It may also be a weapon, maximising the damage done

Ideal, fantasies, limited by a gate

Narrow minded people are those whom I hate

They may work up a fierce debate

In the end all their brains can’t fill up a crate

Open your eyes, and see

What I mean by reality

You noticed the others but forgot about me

So suffer the effects or my jealousy.

~~Rajwinraj~~

In My Room

2008-10-23T11:40:00.000+05:30

In my room
there is a profusion of words.
Words that have poured
out of the books,
stacked in the order of confusion.
Rows upon rows having marched out
picketed themselves in defiance of me.
Words unread and uncared for
preventing me from knowing their meaning
a depth of order in their lateral disorder.
And then there are the words,
having leaked out of restless dreams,
have taken refuge in the crevices.
Like roaches hiding from light
but nibbling away at a good-night's sleep.
Helter-skelter do they run,
as breaks the dawn
and its a voyeur who is left behind.
Some words though
have dropped out of conversations.
Words not assimilated
into the structure of thought
or the fluidity of understanding.
Orphans they are, spoken to be heard
but unheeded and unheard ,hence, contextless
have meaning but are identity-less.
Oh! these damned words
how bitterly do they fight
to make their own all the space available,
or to create a whole new space of their own,
to create a conscious identity,
or to own one like me,
to reclaim me.

A song of Love...

2008-10-22T16:03:00.004+05:30

In your eyes that reflects shades of kohl,
rest my eyes stealing your nectar divine...
Your suave cheeks that wears black mole,
yearns my kiss, lingering like wetness of wine...
Words from my lips flutter but only for you,
like a bee hums a flower, I love you, I love you...

In your breath that scents the love around,
sinks my breath, forever in an endless time...
Your locks, like the fairies locks are bound,
when loose, cast a magic like a reckless chime...
Glances from my eyes escape but only to see you,
like a ray escapes sun to embrace a morning dew...

In your stride that sways like flowers of spring,
dances with mine in an enchanting tune...
Your voice, like cold showers of summer sing,
drives me insane like a peacock in monsoon...
The air's soft and moonlight teasing but only for you,
like a playful kiss that whispers , I love you, I love you...

2008-07-18T14:25:00.001+05:30

THE INNER DESIRE

THOSE WORDS HAD SOME DEEPER MEANING
THERE WAS SOMETHING BEHIND DAT SMILE
IT WAS MORE THAN JUST A CARELESS CONCERN
I LONGED FOR DAT TOUCH
IN THOSE GLIMPSES OF DAT HEAVY RAIN

WHICH LEFT ME IN PIECES
DEEP DOWN A SOUL AWAITS TO BE REPLENISHED
TO EXPERIENCE THE BEAUTY IT MEANS TO LIVE IN
IN THE SHIMMERING EFFECTS OF LIGHT AND MAGIC
IT LONGS TO SEE...THIS IS THE REAL HOME
THIS IS THE PLACE SHE BELONGS TO

HOW MUCH IS THIS MIND AND BODY IN MY CONTROL...
I DON'T FIND ANSWERS
QUESTIONS ARISE TO ASSIMILATE TO A CONFUSION
OR ILLUSION ,SHOULD I SAY

The ballad of a king and a spiritual horse

2008-07-10T16:45:00.002+05:30

Amidst the lush woods of a hamlet
in an auspicious full moon night.
Arrived a hermit with a horse,
a horse, that was magical and white.

And as he rode by the road,
he decided to take some rest.
The King then with disdainful bow,
offered him a cottage as guest.

The hermit very wise and humble
smiled and slept in peace, all night.
On a floor without a cot he slept
and woke up until next morrow light.

“O majestic one, the king you are”,
said hermit, his voice very low.
“Ask for a benediction, you like,
and I shall grant you, for sure”.

“O Kind one, the hermit you are”,
said the king , his head held high.
“Grant me, the white magical horse
and I shall remember you till I die.”

“Amen”, uttered hermit, with a balm.
“Chant Thank God, and the horse gallops.
Chant Thank God again for faster gait
and chanting “Save me” ,the horse stops”.

Without gratitude, he laughed at hermit.
His chin held high, he leapt on the horse.
Thank God he shouted and Thanks God again
and the horse trotted without any remorse.

Felt the king brave and excited,
ran the religious horse with pledge.
For he wanted to reach before dawn,
afar from village, the mountain edge.

Thank God, Thank God, Thank God
and Thank God chanted the king.
Under sky and amid trees it flew,
like horse that had magical wing.

Under the blazing sun he rode,
with celerity , towards the cliff
But Alas! Forgot he the other word,
to stop the horse stand stiff.

Stricken with panic, the king shouted,
“Thank God , Thank God”, as the only words
and the horse only galloped with more pace.
But Alas! Thank God only he remembered.

He prayed to God at hour of need
as he was riding on the death’s floor.
Riding, he reached very near to cliff.
The distance to it was just meters four.

Closing his eyes, obliviously he cried
“Save me , Save me , O lord”.
And hearing this, the other mantra,
the spiritual horse, there and then paused.

And when the king let his eyes opened,
he found at the cliff the horse was paused.
But Alas !with a deep breath, he sighed again,
“Thank God, Thank God, O lord”.

Kavitanjali Poetry Blog: HAPPINESS FEST

2008-06-01T07:05:00.000+05:30

Kavitanjali Poetry Blog: HAPPINESS FEST

Dear Mukul,
I enjoyed reading Ur poem 'HAPPINESS FEST'.A simple thought very well portrayed in words and so true to Life.Well done keep it up.
I trust you are keeping track of my writings under
the blog site----http://poemsbybaiyu.blogspot.com
some of which also appear under Kavitanjali.Awaiting UR feedback.Regards BAIYU

Vellenelle to a Weekend

2008-05-23T17:13:00.001+05:30

Rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening,
Shout my heart! Shout your way out.
Coz’ its weekend time of rolling and rocking.

Drink and chase the highest kite sailing,
In the sky, dive tipsy go rolling about.
Rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening.

Dance your body like none is watching,
Move them in and move them out.
Coz’ its weekend time of rolling and rocking.

Wear the enthuse gears and lets go driving,
On starry night, singing throughout.
Rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening.

No office, no work and no waking up in morning,
It’s time for fun, for frolic and freak-out.
Coz’ its weekend again of rolling and rocking.

Party, hard before next week trudging,
Who cares for the Monday workout.
Coz’ its weekend time of rolling and rocking.
So, rejoice my soul! This scintillating evening.

Mortal Wish

2008-05-14T07:04:00.002+05:30

FINGERPRINTS OF THE FALSE GODS

2008-05-12T10:54:00.002+05:30

In the sanctum sanctorum
lies the remains
of One once adored
Streaks of vermilion
still adorns the
variegated visage
The floor lies strewn
with floral offerings
harshly rejected
Amongst the debris
of a broken heart
recumbent lies the God
no more erect
The gushing flow
of reality
washed away
those feet of clay

The stench
of perishing untruths
the follower nauseates
A believer turns agnostic
and with a cynical smile
from the ruins walks away..

Kiyo
7th may 2008

To The Ungrateful Organism @ VH71

2008-05-03T11:38:00.000+05:30

Didn’t you give me whiplash?
Oh right, you tossed me in trash
Tsk, inaudible was the smash

I am unhappy about wasted bucks
Your relationship seriously sucks

Those days have marked tasteless
My precious time jogged useless

But thanks for teaching about your genus
Next time, I would stay away from the menace

Impeachable though impeccable?

2008-04-13T08:51:00.000+05:30

The impeccable sight
Of the unseen consciousness
Is impeachable once it’s seen;
The lure of blunt insights
Is the blight of humanity,
In plight we still pray
So that our faith won’t ravel.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 130408.

Grownups' Nursary Rhyme

2008-04-06T13:15:00.003+05:30

Scintillate,Scintillate Deminutive Asteroid
How I Wonder What Thou Art
Up Above The Space So High
Like A Sparkling Carbon In The Sky.

This when rewritten in simple words Will become The Famous Nursary Rhyme For Children----

"Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star
How I wonder What You Are
Up Above The Sky So High
Like A Diamond In The Sky."

Composed By Baiyu Mumbai April 2008

clean your house in ten minutes?

2008-03-08T02:42:00.000+05:30

Clean your house in ten minutes?

It is not cleaning my house in ten minutes,
Much of clearing the pile of ten meters,
more of dust and bin and baskets and bamboo,
Cleaning and cleaning, carefully clearing,
Every nook and corner, the fallen cobwebs
On the shiny wooden floors,
My mop wipes the running sweat too,
It is not cleaning my house in ten minutes,
More of cleansing my body as well,
for the more I perspire, I aspire,
it is not cleaning my house in ten minutes.

Emptiness

2008-02-22T22:11:00.000+05:30

Unfulfilled desires
Long dead in the emptiness
Of soul, lingers,
Still fresh - and murderous.

Unfulfilled desires
Freed long ago
Not anticipated, all still
A free mind lays bare - a heaven.

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 230208.

Moment...

2008-02-19T19:08:00.003+05:30

Have you ever been in a crowd, yet you felt alone?
Have you ever been in a house, that wasn’t a home?
How you ever been running fast but going no where?
Though you were loved but didn’t care?
That’s how I was for so many years.
I was smiling outside; but inside there were tears.
But the moment I met you, the day all my dreams came true.
You, nobody but you, made me feel that way, for
You, nobody but you, I pledge all my love!

A Dream Within

2008-02-05T00:27:00.000+05:30

A dream within
As chaste as first drop of dew,
As bright as first ray of sun,
As clear as a crystal,
As sweet as cube of sugar;

Will make u feel happy,
Will inspire u to accomplish it,
Will circulate blood so,
To revive u to fulfill it;

By the end of the day
As last drop of sweat falls from ur head
Dream will become fainter and fainter,
As dim as last ray of sun,
As fuzzy as smoky sky
,As bitter as gourd;

Will make u numb,
Will depress u,
Will circulate blood so
As if u have been revived to lose again.

HAPPINESS FEST

2008-01-27T01:53:00.000+05:30

people are nice and people are good
only we should accept them as they would
for there is a world full of smiles and fun
and entry is open to all ,forbidden to none
so come and join me in my quest
treat this as an invitation or request
let us make at least one person happy per day
and organise a happiness fest
mukul

Wishes on your special day

2008-01-09T21:29:00.000+05:30

You....my dear friend
a friend in need
a friend in deed
you are always there
in my happiness
in my sadness
sharing the good times
and the bad times
you.... a wonderful friend
with so much of care and love
I just could not thank you much
for everything you have done for me
i will always treasure your friendship
and as 20th. January is a special day
i wish you 'Many More Happy Returns Of The Day'
may God Bless you
showers you with lots of love
happiness and good health
love you as always my dear friend.

The Pangs Of A School Boy

2008-01-09T15:56:00.000+05:30

I Love To Get up on A Holiday Morn
And Hear the Birds Singing On every Tree
The distant neighbour Blows His Horn
I Wait For Him To Join Me.

Together We Study,Skip And Run
Enjoy The Morn Every Possible Way
The Birds Singing All Along
Make us Cherish Every Moment Of Day.

All Such Studies Made Under the Trees
With The Birds Singing All The Time
I Find,I Cherish And Remember well
Why Then I Can't Do This Every Day?

To Go To Studies On Other Days
It Drives From Me All My Joys Away
Under The Eagle Eyes My Master Casts
I Spend The Day To My Utter Dismay.

Tis Then At Times I Go To Shell
Remain In My Own Dreamy World
Many Such Anxious Moments I Spend
Till Brought To Earth, By My Teacher,Who Else?

The High Domed Walls With Marble Floors
Stacked With Wooden Planks Galore
To Me Appear Grey And Dull
With Mother Nature Just At A Moment's Throw.

How Can A Bird Born For Joy
Be Asked To Sit In A Cage And Sing?
How Can A Boy Who Nature Loves
Be Asked To Study In A Concrete Den?

Oh My Loving Mom And Dad
I Know Your Interest Lies In Me
But If Stripped Of My Infant Joy
How Can I Feel It Ever In Me?

Study I Must,I know, I Will
But Let Me Study The Natural Way
Let Me Join The Birds In The Trees
And Enjoy Their Singing As I Study Beneath.

Composed By BAIYU---Mumbai December 2006
@all rights reserved.do not copy.

Know Thyself

2008-01-09T15:32:00.000+05:30

When as a child, I asked my mother
Pray why am I born in this world
She dazed and paused but smiled and said
"Dear,to grow,earn and live well".

Live well I did and years rolled by
Yet my quest remained unanswered
And so I asked my Kith and Kin
Pray why am I born in this world?

Ofcourse they said in corus aloud
To look after us all well
I smelt their greed but took all in stride
The quest remained unanswered.

As I grew in age and wisdom
With my hair turning grey
I asked myself the unanswered quest
Pray why am I born in this world?

Lo and Behold the answer came
That I knew was right comjng from my heart
To know MY SELF and the SELF IN ME
And to see the same in my Fellow Hearts.

As I pondered well and deep
Clarity followed like the Day after Dawn
Birth I will have again and again
Till the Self In Me Is Seen By Me In All.

Composed By ---BAIYU Mumbai Jan 2002
@rights reserved.do not copy.

RECRUITER

2008-01-09T15:12:00.000+05:30

Note---This Poem Was Specially Composed And Dedicated To All Recruiters On The Occasion Of National Recruiters Day Celebrated In Mumbai On 9th March 2007. As The Composer (self) Is Engaged At The Moment As A Management Consultant In a Recruitment Company After Retirement From Regular Service,I Also Got The Opportunity To Present And Read Out This Poem In a Forum Held In Mumbai On this Occasion.

Blessed Is He, A Born Recruiter
And Also The one Who Yearns To Be
Brings An Aura Of Joy Galore
As He Recruits People Like You And Me.

To Please One,You Displease another
Is The Saga Of Life As One Doth See
In This Midst,Apart He Stands
Doubly Blessed,Truly Is He.

I Remember Those Days Of Mine
How I Longed For A Job To Hold
No Recruiter Was Then On Sight
To Bail Me Out Of My Pain,I Know.

How Fortunate My Successors Are
You Have A Recruiter In Place For You
Knowing The Pain You Feel On Asking
He Gives You The Pleasure Of Being Asked.

From One Of Asking To One Being asked
The Pleasure One Gets Only Do I Know
Having seen The Days Of Scarce
I Can See Clearly The Recruiter's Role.

Shall I Call You a Magician,Oh Recruiter
For The Changes You Bring In One's Life?
With Your Magic wand,The Recruitnent Skill
You Are Now An Icon In The Corporate World.

You Are Also A Specialist In Your Own Right
No Less Skilful Than A Lawyer In Court
Perhaps You Are Both Moulded In One
More I see You, More I Gasp---Behold.

I Bow To Thee,Oh Recruiter
For The Noble Role You Play
As I Pray To My Lord In Heaven Above
May Your Tribe Increase.

Composed By BAIYU----Mumbai 08 March 2007.
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The Woods

2008-01-09T15:00:00.000+05:30

When I First Wandered Deep In The Woods
Twas A Long Time Ago
I Was Then A Lad Of Ten Years Old
Living In A World Of My Own.

I felt No Fear, Neither Stress Nor Strain
Stillness Held Me Though,Twas Only When
The Sun Set and The Moon Gave No Light
I Cared To return Home.

When I Came To The Same Woods Again
Later As A Man With Dreams And Hopes
I Felt a Change In Me, I Knew
As I Paused To Walk Alone.

I Wished A Mate To Hold My hands
And To walk With Me and Roam
But Finding None ,The Woods Gave No Delight
I Longed To Return Home.

As Seasons Changed And I Grew In Age
I Came To The Same Woods Again
I Then Mingled With The Nature Around
And Found It a Place Fit For My Home.

The Woods was The same And So was I
Yet To Me It Changed With Time
Tell Me Friends, Why This If U Can
Or Is It By God Destined To Be So?

Composed By BAIYU ----- Mumbai June 1992
@all rights reserved.do not copy.

Who am I ?

2008-01-08T22:34:00.000+05:30

I went in search of my Master one day
To know from him the ultimate say
To seek an answer to my eternal quest
WHO AM I AND HOW DO I REALISE THE SAME?

To this my Master answered thus
This cannot be taught by anyone yet
One can know this only thro' Self
Can at best help me find my way.

As I seeked his help to guide me thro'
He prepared the base by Saying Thus
What you are does not change
And what changes is not you.

With this as base He further said
He would query me to which I reply
One reply leading to another query
Would help me address my unanswered quest.

The process appeared simple and plain
Readily agreed to what He said
To the maiden Query my Master put,who
I think I am, I mentioned my name.

On my so saying my Master countered
Were you not christened after you were born?
Being so you were present before you were named
How then you say you are your name?

I then realised His logical thought
Besides being christened days after birth
Name can still change without me changing
This being so how can I be my name?

Realising this I asked my Master
To proceed further querying me
He said He has the only same query
Who I now think I am?

Chastened from my earlier lapse
I answered with caution,am my Father's son
To which my Master retorted thus
Are you not also Father to your Son,
Husband to your wife, Brother to your sister,
Student to your teacher and many such Roles,
All capped in one ?

This being true, how can I be what I said
which is different at different times
I so said meekly to my Master
I realise, I realise what I am not.

You are then in the right track, my Master said
To know what you are,must know what you are not
I hence ask you once over again
Who you now think you are ?

Prompt came my reply now
Feeling certain I was right
My body,this body,tis'what I am
Being with me from cradle to my grave.

My Master smiled,a mischievous smile twas'
Noting my confidence born out of ignorence
Are you certain your body does not change,
As only then you can be your body as you say.

Knowing my Master and His wisdom well
I paused and pondered at His say
Tis the body that changes as a person grows
From Infant to Youth ,to Old Age onto Grave

Besides the body further changes thro'
Health,to Sickness and to Decay on days
If these be the changes the body goes thro'
How can I being changeless be my body as I say?

Knowing my Master would tell me the same
I ventured to correct without waiting for His say
Tis not my body Oh Master,I realise,tis' my mind
Which is me,am sure of what I say.

My Master to this paused to respond,For
A moment I thought I was in the right
Little did I realise then,His pause arose
To my failing to see the Light.

With a deep breath my Master said
Think before giving tongue to your thought
If the body you realise changes fast
Do you think your mind ,if any,is lagging behind?

I felt small, crestfallen on my face
Slowly but steadily recouped myself
Realised the mind is ever so fickle
Changes its state every moment of day.

Mind is cheerful at a point of time
Moments later is sad and morone
Besides with body changing as it does
Tis' but well known,Mind does not lag behind.

Realising this I felt small and shaken
In casting my views with undue haste
Surrendered to my Master in all humility
Prayed He showed me the Light on the Way.

My Master patted at my back and said
No cause to feel any sorry or shame
This is the path one has to tread
You are treading it fast and in right way.

When to my Master I now cried in full
Unable to look any further beyond
My Master in His Infinite mercy
Chose to change the pathway for me.

He now ventured to address me thus
What you are is not just merely the same
Tis' also blissful at all times ever,Knowledge
Of this leaves all other happiness behind.

Sensing perhaps I was still not vlear
My Master chose not to await my response
Instead said to remember this
Material happiness is but transitory
The state of what you are is the
State of Bliss At All Times.

He now asked me pointed and blunt
How I felt after a deep sound sleep
And whether this feeling remained the same
Without any change in measure every time?

Startled at this query put with a Razor Edge
Unrelated I thought to what was so far said
My response to Him was instant and clear
A Blissful Joy I cannot explain.

You are right,said my Master,patting me again
This is the State of your Inner Self
This is where the Self in you,remains
Undisturbed by your body and mind
This is the state of Eternal Bliss
Beyond all Realms of Human Mind.

Seeing me shaken with a face that was blank
My Master ventured to throw further light
Without my asking He proceeded thus
This state of yours is the same for all
Is neither born nor does It die
Remains unaffected by emotions within
Also unaffected by the external world
Is the state you realise your True Inner Self
Knowledge of this makes worldly life futile and naive.

Although I felt what told was clear
Creeping doubts surfaced in my mind
What my Master said I still found Vague
I was not clear of what to say.

Reading well my thoughts as only He can
My Master chose to address the same
Spoke to me in a clear gentle tone
That did well in keeping my concerns away.

Now that you have heard the state of your Self
Know it the same as the Self or the Soul
Housed in the mortal body and mind
It acts only as a witness to their actions galore.

Slowly but surely I felt my doubts declined
Ventured to ask my Master how to realise the Self
Finding my request sincere in purpose,
He hastened to tell me further on the same.

To realise the Self,Learn to look Within
Mind as the carrier bring under control
This can be done by cleansing off its dust settled
Over it for years thro'your acts and failures.

Cleansing is done thro'a detached outlook
To all worldly affairs your Body plays
Hasten the process by providing support thro'
Scriptures and prayers and following the saintly says.

Do not forget,Never ever forget
All that you see in the material world
With all its actions,dramas and scenes
Is but an illusion as is a Dream.

You realise this illusion once the mind is cleaned
You then wake up from the sleep of Wordly Hounds
You then see and realise your true inner Self
A merger with this frees you from all wordly bounds.

Hearing this I felt a chill running thro'my veins
As I got up to thank and take leave of my Master
I knew the seed to realise my Self has been sown
Tis'now for me to nurture it and grow
Which I pledge I will try to do without fail.

But when I say this,I also realise
If what my Master told me of Self
I found it so difficult to absorb in me
How much more difficult I will find it to be
As I go thro' the process to realise the same.

COMPOSED BY BAIYU LONDON MAY 2004
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Farewell to Thee

2008-01-08T22:26:00.000+05:30

Oh London,A City of Tourists' delight
Everyone's dream to see U without fail
UR Culture and Heritage Rich and Splendour
Under A Monarch Popular and Wise.

I hail from India,a Land with Mystic Air
A Land rooted since Mythological Times
A Land You ruled over many decades
A Land resurrected now on its rise.

I know not why my son embraced You for his living
Though this made me visit you far more than once
Every time having stayed here for long
I now know You better than otherwise.

When I ask Myself the question
Whether all that I see in You
Is worthy to Replicate back Home
The answer I get is No,an Emphatic NO.

Greenary,Clealiness and Discipline
Plenty and Boutiful You Have acquired
Surely worth to carry back Home
Beyond I see nothing in U to admire.

The Silence on which You take much pride
Reminds me of the Silence Of Grave back Home
Devoid of any liveliness all around
I rather leave it for the Grave to hold.

Your not meddling in others' affairs
Did appeal me when I saw You first
But finding an Indifference in Neighbourly cares
It now appears to me more a self centred act.

Your Culture and Heritage truly Rich
But I find in it nothing to boast about
Tis no richer than what We have back home
Dating to periods long before your birth was known.

When I see the Children here spend their Times
In closeted doors be it in School or at Home
Outside weather playing truant at Will
Deprives them of mingling with Nature around.

I realise how fortunate we are back at home
Where Children together in open play
Midst Fun,Frolic and Joy galore,what a pity
Your children miss the joys of childhood days.

As I see my son with his kith and kin
Engaged in routine day to day chores
I see the Stress mounting in their eyes
Having to do everything all on their own.

It looks crazy for every Act
Minor or Major otherwise
One here has to do all by oneself
Devoid of any outside support.

Why my son chose U for his abode
I frankly do not know
Is it your external glitter clouding his sight?
He will then realise as he grows with age anon.

What Destiny has in store for me
I also do not know
Tis God's will if HE brings me here again
Time alone will tell
With my growing age and failing health
As I prepare to go back Home,
For the moment I can say but this
'Oh London I bid farewell to Thee'.

Composed By BAIYU London 07 Jan 2008
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Hankering for love...

2008-01-07T20:36:00.000+05:30

Whenever I think of you,
You smile at me and I at you…
When you blush as your tiny hair cover your cheeks,
I envision the twinkling moon stealing a look from mist…
Every word you speak jingles the strings of my heart,
That creates a rhythm for my day to start…

You are the choicest creation of gracious GOD
and every night I sleep to catch a glimpse of yours…
I wish one day I will be your sweetheart
and exchange our Sweet Nothings heart to heart….
Oblivious in your eyes I would come as close,
as the waves and the sea and the fragrance of rose…
I would reckon and breathe every breath of yours
and would caress you as the Sea and the Shores…

But I couldn’t decipher the enigma…
Why but God makes One love Other
and the Other yet another...
But if you tell me ones,
that you have the same feeling as I do...F
or I would make
The Wind Cease
The Earth thrill and
the Sky bow down
Just to say “I love you”

2007-12-24T21:08:00.001+05:30

and i Danced in love

2007-11-26T09:55:00.000+05:30

One lonely strawberry night, I stole you and
ran you up the mountain dew. Longer and
higher we flew, diving in the clouds blue, up
above the sky, by the world so far, till
we reached wide cotton field lit with stars.
Gust of my love rustled your hair and
my dreamy eyes caressed your skin bare.
Oblivious in musical song that purple night,
when the suave moon lit like the candlelight,
I held you as your eyes rested on mine,
tapping our feet in the rhythm of time, rolling
and spinning like the sensual curves of yours,
like the whirls of sea and the waves of shores,
I twisted your tender waist with a grace,
You twirled and hugged me like a fairy’s brace.
Lifting you close then in the tango of bliss,
Stealing your honey, I pecked u a kiss,
Jumping up away then from cloud floor, we
swayed and waved our stride to the moon’s door,
Slowly feeling your breath, melting by its heat,
we united with love in an unfathomable beat.

That Horrible Night

2007-11-12T20:39:00.000+05:30

Last month on that horrible night,
Everything was wrong and nothing was right.
I felt like walking down the street,
But someone tried to pull me very tight.

Moving ahead..
I saw enormous fingers,
like someone pointing right at me.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just a tree.

Moving ahead...
I saw something big and furry,
creeping around a house.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just a mouse.

Moving ahead..
I saw green eyes shining and,
staring at me like a bat.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just a cat.

Moving ahead..
I saw a big scary white face,
looking straight into my room.
I was scared, what was it??
..silly me, it was just the moon.

Moving ahead..
While reading the poem,
one can imagine my destination.
Are you scared, what was it??
..silly you, it was all an imagination!

-nikunj

A SEARCH IN VAIN

2007-11-06T16:00:00.000+05:30

From the days of the cradle onto his grave
Man seeks happiness with a face so brave
But alas not knowing where to find the same
His search course changes as he grows with age.

As a Tiny Tot he thought he found it in his possessive toys
AS A growing boy,he seeked it in his momentary joys
Later he felt he found it in his marital bliss
But as his children left he knew something amiss.

With growing age he looked for it elsewhere
Started amassing wealth with meticulous care
But these joys were shortlived as he realised late
Restless he remained all thro'his dates.

As his days became numbered and were confined to bed
He started looking inwards to reach the stud
Why was it the happiness eluded him when seeked?
Was he looking for it at a place where he was besieged?

He then realised the folly of his search
The days he had wasted in doing research
If it was lying within his Self
How could it be found outside the Self?

Alas this knowledge came to him too late
Lamented all his years spent in haste
Oh what an irony of fate?
A man knows not what he is doing,when he has the strength
And when he knows what to do, he does not have the strength.

Composed by BAIYU London MAY 2002
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WHO CAN SHE BE ?

2007-11-06T15:27:00.000+05:30

She is with me right thro' the day
She is with me thro'the night as well
She is with me as seasons change
She is with me as U ring the bell.

She consoles me when I am depressed
She comforts me when I am in need
She corrects me when I go wroung
She praises me when I seek her praise.

She knows well where my happiness lies
she ensures this without a fail
She knows my taste well and true
She provides a pallet none else can brew.

I know her heart breaks when she sees me sad
I know I can trust her in good or in bad
I know her happiness lies in my smile
I know for me she will walk that extra mile.

She is my friend,companion and all
Without her I know my life incomplete
She does everything before I ask
I cannot live without her backing me.

If I am what I am today, I owe it
All to her thro' and thro',The Proverbial
Saying of a woman behind every man
Is well portrayed in my case as I see.

What gives her the strength ,I ask myself
Tireless service day after day
What in turn I gave to her?Some material
comfort?She would have got it any way.

I know I cannot repay all thar she gave
At best I could thank her thro'these lines of mine
I pray you guess who can she be?
She is my love,she is my life
And yes if you guess her right
SHE IS MY WIFE.

Composed by BAIYU ALUVA JUNE 2001
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I WISH...

2007-11-01T13:49:00.000+05:30

Every night when i go to sleep,
I wish to see a dream;
But all i see are the memories torturing me..

Every morning when i look at mirror,
I wish to see a smile on my face;
But all i see are the tears laughing at me..

Every noon when i walk on a lonely road,
I wish to see someone walking with me;
But all i see is my own shadow chasing me..

Every time when i wish something,
I wish to see everything with me;
But all i see is dat My Love Still Not With Me...

-nikunj

I Was The First.....

2007-10-30T10:15:00.000+05:30

I Was The First.....

Everytime I was the first to look at her,

Everytime I was the first to talk to her,

Everytime I was the first to be there for her,

Everytime I was the first to listen to her,

Everytime I was the first to dream of her,

Everytime I was the first to cry for her,

Everytime I was the first to ask for her,

Everytime i did everything first to be her first,

But now, NoMoreMyMoves,

and

I know, I will be the last to die for her..!!

-nikunj

What is love???

2007-10-28T12:56:00.000+05:30

Love is just like standing in the wet cement; the longer you stay, the harder it is to leave.. and you can never go without leaving your shoe behind!!

-nikunj

A tree in Bangor

2007-10-20T00:56:00.000+05:30

A tree in Bangor

Some rustling of the leaves and a good natured
Monkey like hop about in a tree emitting glow worm like
Sparks ensuring light for the passersby, throwing a jug of
Marmalade a deliberate drop seemingly a casual one,
For a hungry woman sheltering under the thin branched tree,
and a leather jacket too to fight the biting cold,
a rustling ,ruling to wrestle the dominant darkness,
I look up from my near apartment, nothing for my naked eye,
It skips to and fro, I infer, settles in corner,
Sees through the unseen, selects a new shapeless,
Here the AVATAR goes to make miracles.

NEW WORLD

2007-10-15T21:39:00.000+05:30

I Long To see The World Anew
Where Love And Joy Always Dwell
Where The Green Eyed Monster Has No Place To Seek
Where We only Hear The sweet Music Of Bells.

Where Blame Game Has No Ground To Play
Where People Live And Let Live Others
Where One and All Share Both Losses And Gains
Unmindful Of The Caste Or Creed They Bear.

Where The Gentle Breeze Brings A Freshness In Life
Undeterred By The global Warmth We We have
With Soil Pollute Yet Yo Find Its Way
A World That Needs None To scout Around.

Yes, This Is The World I Dream About
A Dream Sure To come True One Day
A World I can Then Tell Back Home
As A Place For My Heart To Eternally Stay.

Composed By BAIYU Mumbai APRIL 2007
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FRIENDSHIP

2007-10-08T14:28:00.000+05:30

Friendship Is A Treasure
Which No One Can Steal.
Parting Is Heart Ache
Which Everyone Will Feel.

We Have Met As Strangers
We Have Met As Friends
We Sure Will meet In Heaven
Because Friendship Never ends.

Friendship Is Like China Rose
Precious,Rich And Rare
Can Be Mended When Broken
The Crack For Sure Will Not Be There.

When The Night Pulls
A Curtain Over The Stars
Remember There Is A Friend
No Matter Where You Are.

Bombay---Jan !992

CAESAR, KING OF ROME

2007-10-07T22:24:00.000+05:30

I Hail Thee ,OH Caesar
The Mighty King Of Rome
Mightier Than The Mightiest
A Dazzling Pearl Of Dome.

Loved By Most, Envied By Some
Killed By Cowards Disguised As Friends
Treachery,Treason What Call Thou
Thou Impregnable Riseth Above All.

Thy Body Hath Fallen
But Thy Soul Intact
Thou Cannot Fall
And Rome Shall Rise For Sure.

Composed By ---BAIYU ---New Delhi MAY 1982
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BOMBAY,MY DEAR

2007-10-07T21:30:00.000+05:30

Bombay,My Dear
I Love With All My Heart
A Place Stayed And Served
How Can I Ever Depart?

Leave Thee Though I Must
My New Job Wants Me So
With A Heavy Heart I Go
Hope To Return Fast.

A Place Of Contrasts Rare
Rich And Poor Side By Side
Shanty Houses Touching The Ground
Sky Scrapers Reaching The Sky.

Certain Places Dirty Though
Certain Others Catch The Eyes
When I See THese I Say But This
With All Thy Faults I Love Thee Still.

Composed By ---Baiyu MUMBAI---April 1980
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BODY MACHIENARY

2007-10-07T20:56:00.000+05:30

U Know The Model Of Ur Car
U Know Just What Its Powers Are
U Treat It With A Great Deal Of Care
U Tax It No more Than What It Can Bear.

But For Ur Own Self, Tis Different
Ur Body Mechanism May Be Bent
Ur Body Carburator Gone To Grass
Ur Body Engine Just A Rusty Mass.

Ur Hands May Tremble
And Ur Legs May Ache
U Still Skip,Skid And Slide
W/O A Thought For The Parts Inside.

How Naive We Mortals Are
To Lavish Care Upon A Car
With Never A bit Of Time To See
About Our Own Body Machienary.

Composed By ----BAIYU NEW DELHI OCTOBER 1985
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PINTO

2007-10-07T14:39:00.000+05:30

What Doth Hefty Pinto Say
To The RTO The Other Day
Pass My Papers Quickly,Sir
Though The Tax Was Never Paid.

Pinto, Pinto He Doth Cry
Give Me Time To Breath Awhile
Tax Apart Your License Too
Renewed Not For Many A Day.

Police Case Is Pending Too
Hit And Run The Dash You Made
Oh Tell Me Now How I can
Passeth Thy Papers As You Say?

Pinto Smiled, Too Rare A Sight
Gave Him The Due, Was That His Right
Papers Passed, Don't Ask Me How
You And I Can Only Sigh.

Composed By Baiyu @rights reserved.do not copy.

The one special fruit

2007-10-06T02:56:00.000+05:30

The one special fruit ---

All the peaches and plums of England
Can not vie with that of a Pomegranate,
one in his garden, he being my best friend,
that one fruit hanging,full-blown,ruddy,
ruby like, the edges of which stroked even,
it reminds me of paintings of figures on
a china ware jar, the lines criss crossing,
on one side, the seeds are popping out
in a small cut, for a parrot has pecked at it,
still deft fingers would not pluck it away,
allowing more freedom for a fresh covey,
with a tweet and twitter, special guests
for the special fruit .

NATURE

2007-10-03T21:55:00.001+05:30

Little Pools Of Water
Little Streaks Of Sand
Make The Mighty Ocean
And The Holy Land.

Mighty, Mighty Mountains
Lowly ,Lowly Lands
Make Man Wonder
His Insignificant Stand.

Canals,Rivers,Seas And Oceans
Lands,Deserts,Rocks And Hills
Nature Unfolds Her Mysterious Mystery
Where Doth Man Stand In Them All?

I Salute Thee, Mother Nature
I Am But Thy Curious Child
Take Me, Teach Me To Know Thee More
To Serve Thee Better At All My Times.

Composed By ---BAIYU ---Mumbai Jan 1994

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Little Red Rose

2007-10-03T21:34:00.000+05:30

OH Little Red Rose
How Well May You Be
I Would That My Tongue Could Utter
The Thoughts That Arise In Me.

When In The Morn You Bloom
Thy Fragrance All You Spread
And When At Night You Wither
You Make Me Wait In Bed.

You Are The QUEEN
The Best Of All Flowers
Alas I Am Not The King
To Be With You Forever.

Composed By BAIYU---Mumbai Feb 1992

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Thanks for the Pearls..

2007-10-03T21:04:00.000+05:30

Soul mates...
make me smile
coz they are living out
the contacts we made
before we came here.
hum mile hai kyonki woh tai tha.
milna ...jeena ..bichadna.
Koi khanjhar bhokta hai dilme
toh the human me cries gets angry .
.but the soul says ,thanks dear soul mate
for loving me enough
to have agreed to present me
such painful lessons in this incarnation.
I love you and i forgive you..
and thanks for gifting grains of pain
around which the pearls will form
.When we meet on the other side..
vo motiyon ki mala dekhke muskuraana
kyoki kuch motiyan tumhari swagaat hi toh thi.
Those who are awake
those souls share my passion
and do not cast doubts on my beliefs my fundas..
.jo abhi bhi soye huey hai..
hey sweet dreamz.
Jab jago come over and say hi to me..
.love me for who i really AM.
~Kiyo~

SERMON

2007-10-03T18:36:00.000+05:30

Rise Up, Rise Up Little Boys
Behold The Sun In The Eastern Steep
Get Up ,Get up Little Boys
Tis No Time For Sleep.

Tiny, Tiny Little Objects
Have Gone Far away
Mighty Power Of Deity Sun
Has Made Them Shy Away.

If You Do Not Study Now
You Will Get No Time
If You Do Not Study Now
You Can't Study In The Night.

So Study, Study In The Day
When You Get Sun Light
Go And seek The Beauty Of The Lake
When You Get star Light.

Composed By BAIYU----Mumbai October 1974

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TODAY

2007-10-02T15:13:00.000+05:30

'' Act,Act in the living present
Heart within and God overhead''
So said a poet of yester years
How true it is even Today.

The day is here with all its hours
Yes with all the hours Twenty Four
Let me strive to use them better
Than the hours of Day Before.

The Day is Bright and I have Hopes
To set out in open and to sow
When the Sun shines while on move to hide
I know the little seeds will grow.

As it grows the plant will yield
Fruits in abundance am sure one day
If only I take care of this Day
The Day that is TODAY.

Composed by--- Baiyu ---ALUVA JULY 2001

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Friendship

2007-10-02T14:50:00.000+05:30

Friendship is a treasure
Which no one can steal
Parting is heart ache
Which everyone will feel.

We have met as strangers
We have met as friends
We sure will meet in heaven
Because friendship never ends.

Friendship is like CHINA ROSE
Precious, Rich and Rare
Can be mended when broken
The crack for sure will not remain there.

When the Night pulls
A curtain around the stars
Remember there is a friend
No matter where you are.

Composed by ---BAIYU---Mumbai Jan 1992
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The fragrance beyond the nose

2007-10-02T12:44:00.000+05:30

Where the wind blows
There goes the fragrance of the rose
Together with the wind
The fragrance becomes one.
The trees that swiftly caresses the wind
Together they hug the fragrance of the rose,
As they smell the rose’s breathe
They wish the fragrance remain with them to death.

Far and yonder beyond the hills that mounting high
The fragrance travel intertwined with the wind
Touching the tips of every plants along the way
While gently, brushing the animals across the plains.
Days that pass by leave the moments of joyous feelings
Remarkably soothing is the waft of this fragrance
Forever shall remain enshrined within the mine of my mind
To be welcomed with garlands colorful adorning the fragrance
because the fragrance that spread across the world is the friendship
that stitches the souls to become one in togetherness.

(Specially dedicated for my wonderful and colorful friend, Mary Das of Johor Baru, Malaysia.)

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ODE TO MOTHERLAND

2007-10-01T23:21:00.000+05:30

Note---This Poem, Specially Composed On The Occasion Of Completion Of Sixty Years Of India's Independence On 15th August 2007 , May Be Treated As The Voice Of Today's YOUTH Of The Country,To whom It Is Dedicated.

I Bow To Thee, My Mother
I Thank Thee A Thousand Times
For All The Comforts You Gave Me
After Your Struggle With The Whites.

I Came To Know From My Elders
Both Known And Unknown To Me
That Long Before I Was Born
You Had A Loving Son Like Me.

This Son, Mahatma, With Others
Led The Battle From The Front
To Drive The British One And All
Out From You, My Motherland.

Though I Was Not Born To See
Your Other Son ,Jawahar,Unfurled The Flag
From The Ramparts Of Delhi Fort
On This Very Day, Now Six Decades Back.

When, After This Event, Mahatma Died
Jawahar , I Am Told, Took The Lead
To Start A Crusade Gainst All Odds
Towards A Progress We All Could See.

Modern Temples In The Form Of Dams
Built In Places As One Could See
Milk Flowed In Plenty, Enough And To Spare
Food Grains Flourished More Than Our Needs.

Scitech grew to match the best outside
We could walk with our heads held high
People all of different castes
Lived together as one great mass

We could show to the outside world
How Free we were from others' hold
Literacy rose to a level so high
Parts of the country became a matter of pride

If all these appeared too good to last
Many other problems remain unsolved
Number of heads to share this wealth
Became too large and affected your health

Petty quarels and fights alas
Soon became the order of the mass
Greed to grow rich without a thought
Robbed the gains of yester lots

I know, mother, you are now aggrieved
'Tis now my turn with others like me
Tocarry forward whence our elders left
To give you, mother, you are much needed rest

This I pledge I will do one day
With others like me joining the fray
Together we will complete the task undone
This is my promise as your worthy son

Composed by Baiyu
Mumbai, August 2007

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Self

2007-09-18T05:53:00.000+05:30

Self

Many roads I may have taken
Yet I move to nowhere
But here I am enshrined until death
Within this body this self shall stay.
Irrespective of illness and health
This place is a paradise called home
For without this you the Great Lord
Would remain totally oblivious to me, the self.

To every nook and corner
My journey may have taken me to,
But never was I ever removed
from this pedestal where I sit
Silently witnessing the play of my senses.
Allow me the greater leap, my lord
The embodiment of endless compassion.

Allow me once my lord
Let me break away from this shell
So, permanently I shall be seated within you,

Sonnet: My Gem of Faith

2007-09-13T17:30:00.000+05:30

Sonnet: My Gem of Faith

God placed a priceless gem within my heart-
‘My faith in Jesus Christ,’ is what ’tis called;
I’ll carry it with me till I depart,
And keep it from the devils safely walled!

Oh, what a wonderful God, I have known!
-The God of boundless love who made us all,
With soul and form in His image like own,
Protecting us from every earthly fall.

My joy of being Christian is too great;
Christ beckons me to walk behind His cross;
With Him, I’m sure to reach the Heaven’s gate;
My Savior is my only earthly boss.

My gem of faith is sealed within my heart;
Whatev’r come may, I will not ever part.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 9-8-2007
(Dr.Celestine A. Raj Manohar M.D.,)

I WILL BE WITH YOU ....FOR EVER

2007-09-05T03:13:00.000+05:30

I WILL BE WITH YOU ....FOR EVER

you can hear me

call out my name

you can see me

come and hold my hand

all the same

you can feel

my presence around you

hear my words

yet to be said

you can feel

your heart being touched

your closed eyes

lighting up the skies

please

do not move

do not say anything

do not even sigh...

because

I am going to be with you

forever

wherever you may be

wherever you may go

MUKUL

Malaysia

2007-08-20T18:41:00.001+05:30

Multi racial my country, Malaysia

A nation strong and powerful indeed

Land rich in peace,unity and dignity

All people live in perfect harmony ever

Young and old work hand in hand

Strives to be recognised beauty indeed

In the eyes of the world fast forward

A successful nation, a respected nation.

( Happy Independence Day- 31st.August)

Hibiscus

2007-08-20T18:27:00.000+05:30

Hibiscus the flower of pride
In colour you said it right
Bright and beautiful to the eyes
In dignity you stood up right
Smiling and swaying nation wide
Calling all in peace to unite
Unique flower in petals of five
Symbol of Malaysia nation wide.

The songs of the night

2007-08-17T02:05:00.000+05:30

The songs
streaming throughthe quiet
of the night....

The winds
billowing through the hollows of valleys
resounding as echoes
of the light

The hills that beckon
the lakes that are still
hoping that you would call me
knowing, that ..you will

the smile of the Gods
the warmth of the angels
may fade out ,my fairy
but you will never
fade out of my sight..................

Mukul

Wild Winds

2007-07-13T22:58:00.000+05:30

Winds from the past eternally wild
Through generations of various creations
The winds hazardously seductive
Leaving generations of mankind sinking
In the mire of pleasure and attachment
Chaotically rendered them soulless
That between man, his brothers he
Hesitates not to lie and kill.

Subtle indeed the desires that blow
Into inferno it has easily grown
To put off the fire that burns the soul
Mankind turns to many directions
In search of masters and religions
Yet find not in one, the way of his peace.

Winds from the past eternally wild
Through subtle kisses that soothes the mind
She seduces mankind with so my binds
With promises sweet and smiles enchanting
Until the fallen couldn’t crawl
The death remain alive
While the living heartlessly dead.

When will the wind be subdued?
Mankind poses the ultimate query
Leaving the secrets locked within each
and every one of us
we walk daily distancing ourselves
from the path of harmony
while keep asking

when will the wind be subdued?

©cyclopseven. All rights reserved 070707.

Candlelight Loneliness

2007-07-13T22:52:00.000+05:30

Just when I thought I am alone tonight
The candlelight flickers in wild dance
Imaging my shadow on the opposite wall
Reminding of a company constantly with me.

©cyclopseven. All right reserved 240507.

Silenced to what not---

2007-07-03T13:06:00.000+05:30

Silenced to what not….

When, what I think as my deft fingers
were cleaning those tartar and stain
on the white china teacups, by my sink,
shining and polished as one would be
tempted to store water as the tap is on,
my eyes were enamored by the paintings
of pairs of paramours dancing in their
native attires Rajastani, Gujarati, Bengali,
should I hold them or throw them?
I was silenced to what not.

The lazy mistress of the house,
accumulated dust and treasure alike,
fashion and fancy and cuisine comfort
blinded her civic sense,
She became obstreperous and fractious,
I was silenced to what not.

When clamor and clutter in a
high minded way suppressed facts
like gun powder wrecking families asunder,
Posing the upper hand of honesty,
I was silenced to what not.

Come Let Us Dance

2007-06-17T21:00:00.000+05:30

Come let's dance
Arm in arm
Hearts beating as one
with every movement
Let the love grow
Let us whisper loving words
Tell each other that we care

Come let's dance
Even if the music stops
for there's no end to romance
Arm in arm
And cheek to cheek
Lips silent, let the hearts speak

Come let us dance.

(c) Arti Honrao

silenced to what not...

2007-06-17T20:33:00.000+05:30

Silenced to what not….

When, what I think as my deft fingers
were cleaning those tartar and stain
on the white china teacups, by my sink,
shining and polished as one would be
tempted to store water as the tap is on,
my eyes were enamored by the paintings
of pairs of paramours dancing in their
native attires Rajastani, Gujarati, Bengali,
should I hold them or throw them?
I was silenced to what not.

The lazy mistress of the house,
accumulated dust and treasure alike,
fashion and fancy and cuisine comfort
blinded her civic sense,
She became obstreperous and fractious,
I was silenced to what not.

When clamor and clutter in a
high minded way suppressed facts
like gun powder wrecking families asunder,
posing the upper hand of honesty,
I was silenced to what not.

I AM STILL THINKING

2007-06-12T14:28:00.000+05:30

I am still thinking about the place,
A place to find my Canvas!
A place to paint my colorful thoughts!
I don’t want to paint them on impure one…..
I don’t want my thought’s originality to go….
I want pureness!
I want completeness!
I want clearness!

I am still thinking……..

I am still thinking about my life,
Life to act as Canvas
A place to paint my colorful thoughts!
But…But where is the pureness of life?
Where is its completeness?
Where is its clearness?
It has shades, shades of different color!
Shades of different seasons!
Shades of different friends!
Shades of happiness, Shades of sadness!
I don’t want my thought’s originality to go…..

I am still thinking…..

I am still thinking about this thought,
Why good idea doesn’t always work?
Or I want ‘The Best’ thought?
I want sadness….
I want happiness…
I want both, to be part of my life!
I want impureness!
I want incompleteness!
I know pureness comes from impureness!
I know completeness comes from incompleteness!

I am still thinking…….

I am still thinking about ‘The Best’!
The Best place I have found!
My own life, a place to paint my own thoughts!

I am still thinking about a thought
A thought that even good ideas always doesn’t work,
But ‘God’s love’ always work!!!

This Summer Solstice

2007-05-17T02:04:00.000+05:30

I shall not
look at the moon
and sigh
Nor wish upon a
falling star
Nor hope for
a chance meeting
with my twin soul
Nor seek a seer's
foresight ...
Nor pray for a
miracle touch
to heal a scarred soul..

It was till
winter last
I sought such,
Desparately sought
some clues to
the purpose of You
in my life.
Your loving words
healed my broken heart
once.
Would I your broken
spirit heal?
Would mine be the unwavering
hand, held strong .
As your plodded through
this variegated existence?

The predictor whose
every word has stood
the fiery test of time.
Every oracle uttered
has come to pass
He tells me, YOU
will come back
to me someday.
Strangely it evokes not
Joy, only tears and fear
and I plead with him
to retract his words..
Those words were
blessings once
but now are mere "shraps"
The seer gives
an all -knowing- smile
and looks heavenwards
I trudge back
weighed down by the curse
I live this Atlas life
waiting for Hercules
to wander by...

~Kiyo~
(8th May 2001 to 8th May 2007)

2007-05-12T22:14:00.000+05:30

The night is tough

The night is tough,
the night is indeed to-u-gh,
the cool breeze through my window
Through the embroidered curtain,
also fails for the trees fail,
the cute little friend,
my pc does not cooperate
for my fingers refuse to ply
on the pure white keyboard,
a timely gift by my uncle,
as sensible people are wont to react
keeping in tune with the times,

The white majestic key-board,
Neatly truncated with black letters,
just as a beautiful white neck,
ornate with black crystal necklace,
is momentarily idle on the table,
the usually roaring beach is calm
and the surrounding trees
are sedate and withhold the branches,
a sadism and cessation to keep
mankind in tantrum,

The night is tough
for only creatitivity and serenity
Pervades and anything pure and good
is tough and uncompromising,
the night is tough,
for there is no uncouth flavor of mundane
distraction and there is no bestial
for there is no man in the house,

The night is not tough,
for my inspirational thoughts
fly back on the wheels
for I am drowsy and fall into sleep.

IN SILENCE

2007-05-11T18:40:00.000+05:30

In silence I hear the choir singing

The song of ages. I've learned to listen

As silence mends my soul like

The very Hand of my Savior.

Silence ushers me to the

Gurarded tomb where soldiers

Knew that the crucified One lived--

That the grave could not keep

Him down.

In my quiet time I am healed from

A past where my burden was

Unbearable . In silence I hear "My

Yoke is easy and My burden is light."

(Matt. 11:28-30).

In silence I look into the eyes of

Love and I know that love is not

About the object of my affection

But...the silence has taught me that

Love is about disclosing the secrets

Of Eternity as I am changing to give

What I could not give on my own.

Love is not self-seeking but

Rejoicing in another's healing, another's

Blessings and their ability to feel loved.

In silence I've changed. In silence

I've touched the Hand of love--the

Hand that has changed me, healed me,

And raised me.

In silence...I love. Coming out from silence, from that

Quiet time where I meditate and ponder

My reason for living...for being, for the very

Breath I've been given when I once was

Caught in a downward spiral that

Nearly took my life,

I give you my love.

Where Art Thou, Mankind?

2007-04-01T07:10:00.000+05:30

When prosperity begins to weigh the mind
sanctity and spirituality driven out of conscience
and in barren desert love is spoken with cactus thorns.

Humanity is crawling, though to fly is the strength given,
dearth of love divide the flocks unto poverty of soul
in racial tones and religious fire the slur is thrown.

Time strengthen its grip day by day in eternal presence
while man leaving the source, wandering forlorn in the grip of sensuality
with selfishness glued in the thoughts and actions, deliberately left hanging.

God’s presence is not an existence to be feared by thoughts and actions
to kill and to rape the justice, is a norm practiced by some brutes
the catalyst of a new world order, stomp the weak praise the powerful.

The hefty load of currency notes that fill the pockets of their pants
gruesomely shade the true vulgarity of dead humanity’s selfishness
and violation that encroaches the right of hypocrites are shunned strongly.

The sweat which bleeds from hard work of many toiling man
falls on earth just to go in vain, and nothing good the workers gain
puffing the tobacco rolls they walk about in search of something void.

Tears of sorrow finds the resting branch amidst the worrisome sleep tonight
and the next day to come will just be the same one for them, the workers
until selfishness of man forever thrown unto dust.

Missing sanctity and spirituality in the absence of a god divine
kills the nature mankind, in chaotic search mankind forgot the truth in the grip
and one day we may slowly stumble upon our dry heart again,

Yet we may not stop to water it to see the flowers of hope bloom
but we will be whistling away the tunes of the survivalist
without much care of the weak and the meek.

©cyclopseven 2007. All rights reserved.

2007-03-26T20:08:00.000+05:30

Still a mystery

2007-03-25T15:56:00.000+05:30

Today....my dear friend
the thought of you
coming into my mind
tears in my eyes
pain in my chest
the kind of feelings
no words to describe
I could feel my friend
between you and me
there is a special bond
there is a hidden mystery
have I known you before?
still a mystery
unsolved mystery.

Eternal giver..

2007-03-12T20:45:00.000+05:30

People

2007-03-12T15:27:00.000+05:30

Kind
Rude
Compassionate
Indifferent
Shy
Gregarious
Smarmy
Conniving
Transparent
Shaded
Open
Wrapped
Empty
Content
People.
The same.
Everywhere.

Of Love And The Woods

2007-03-07T03:00:00.000+05:30

I still remember,
my walk with him in the woods
Where silence soothes the aching heart
Where the birds sing their love song
Where dried leaves crushed under the feet
Make music and not merely sound.

I still remember,
my walk with him in the woods
When he held my hand
And I was assured, I would never be alone
Where time had stood still
As we sat, enjoying each other's company.

I still remember,
my walk with him in the woods
When I saw the other side of Dad
When I rediscovered that I loved him
perhaps a little more than I admit-
When nature was the soothing balm
for all the aches I carried within.

Morning!

2007-02-26T19:13:00.000+05:30

Ricocheting Words

2007-02-25T10:28:00.000+05:30

Last night
i dreamt of you
you smiled
that sad smile
and...
sang me a love song
you gazed
deep into my eyes
and read me
a love poem
(my love for u is flawed...)
you thumbed thru
a Bach book
and narrated
the Richard -Leslie story

Alas!
ALL your words
ricocheted off
the ear-plugs
coated with "distrust"
Your hapless words
woefully wandered
in space
Desparately seeking
to woo
yet another pair
of gullible ears....

~kiyo~

My Birthday

2007-01-20T11:46:00.000+05:30

This day today 20 January
I was born some years back,
in a place called Sungei Petani, Kedah
in this beautifully flourishing Malaysia.

This day today is my birthday
so what shall I say?
Thank you my Lord?
I hate you my God?

as my memory meander through the past
I began to wonder
is my birth the first birth?
or, is it just a rebirth?

This day today is my birthday
saturated with wishes I woke up as usual
nothing unusual for the mind appears normal
with the sun sending forth it’s light as everyday
and the brightness lights as before across the room.

families and friends greet me with bouquets of wishes
a sign to say that they do remember this man today
seeing the corridor of his 42^nd sojourn on earth
despite the crass suffering ensuing, still.

I know not what have I learned
for I live life fighting against the odd
I mingle with pain, pleasure, fear and security
knowing deeply that the one omnipresent power
is always there
somewhere far yet deep within me as well.

This day today is my birthday
I wish as usual during every birthday
no cakes should be made and sliced for me
no candles should be blown after being lit alive

but to the poor man in the street
let the joy and appreciation be shown,
that alone I wish for today.

in frailties I implore your pardon my Lord
in strength I humbly beg for your benevolence guidance,
I thank you my God
for today my eyes opened once more
to see and appreciate the light that you are.

ROAD TO PERDITION

2007-01-15T19:45:00.000+05:30

The sun dips
another day dies out
leaving me here..still alive
bereft of the very foundation
of my being
i flounder between worlds
the known road to paradise
leads there no more
the signposts to a new world
all confuse and confound
on the road to nowhere
i am accosted by
the weirdest souls
angels with clip-on wings
devils with invisible halos
and hearts of gold

2006-2007
Unmasked the devils stand
agendas exposed
self-confessed crimes
expose a splintered core
the pain that drives them
to prey and pray
The angels clothed in innocence
still manage to get away
donning their wings
as they pretend
another act of grace.
Doess confession dilute the sin
lessen the pain?
does camouflage make
them less guilty
the ones that maintain
a spick and span face?
where does this road go
the path they trod
the likes of you... dear deep blues
is this the road to perdition
the one we walked
feigning those angelic
smiles from within
quoting the scriptures
even as you broke
the tenth commandment?

~Kiyo~

You deserve it

2007-01-13T18:58:00.000+05:30

Man of courage and dignity
Admire your inner qualities
Heart full of love and honey
Every word sweet like cherries
Never will I forget you buddy
Divine love, grace and glories
Right here to make you merry
A hope 42nd birthday memories
Never will fade my dear buddy.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY DEAR FRIEND"
"LOVE YOU ALWAYS MY FRIEND"

creation

2007-01-11T11:34:00.000+05:30

Where the beginning begins
there the ending ends.

dance that swirls
life we call it.

in tears, and
in laughter
the end meets the beginning
and likewise we go on living.

in between
everything manifests as something
through creation promises come gaily
to console the deeply rooted wishes.

but still in void
the creation wakes.

A Red Lantern

2006-12-30T21:55:00.000+05:30

a red lantern
hanging in the wooden hut
a boy's delight it has become
who wish for a heaven as bright
and beautiful as a red lantern.
every twilight he set the light burning
and pray in silence of the moment
may he be granted a heaven
with loving parents he shall unite again.
a red lantern
burning bright in red
its shades paint the face of the boy
he glows happily in hope
that one day a red lantern
will be his heaven.
days passing swiftly,together the boy grows too
the lantern fades but not the hope
the fire still burning, leaving hope
tomorrow still a heaven to be.

Mask

2006-12-29T22:28:00.000+05:30

hypocrisy well hidden
under the mask,love squeaks a tale so high
with a bayonet like tongue;
sweet speech a poisonous dart
flatten by praises rotten
sadden by wording hell
the poor hypocrites
veil well their creed
so, afar humanity wander
without realizing the mask worn
and the creed remains - masked.
gentle words pour in abundance
scarcely meet the human spirit
man ceasing in gradual stoop
as low as a vulture's meal.
tyranny held high up
straining necks of the masses
woes on earth forever new
adding wound on fresh scars
mankind pride with face masked.

Manimals

2006-12-29T19:48:00.000+05:30

they walk with minds murderous
mouthing principles of highest order
but the atrocities continue to fire
in rage of fits mankind blunder themselves
vision is dead, and mission sways;
in the middle of apathy
each passes the sympathy
guns and grenades made constant companion
in search of man to make bodies so the wooden coffins be filled
and stuffed far deep into the earth's bosom;
in life the dead was silenced
in dead they remain silent
none speaks peace nor survival
rage continually expressed
suppression is a question of weakness
they march ahead singing loud
a song of bravery for a callous victory
stomping heartless on hopes of man
irrespective of age and gender.

Dignity

2006-12-28T07:05:00.000+05:30

Dignity

Dignity is what we want,
As human beings on this earth;
Dignity is what we can’t,
Give up anyway since birth.

Dignity is innate right,
God has bestowed man, He made;
Dignity is cause to fight
When employees get under-paid.

Dignity, all need always
At home, at school and one’s work-place;
Dignity for human race,
Men must guarantee all days.

Dignity in livelihood,
Receive should all citizens;
Dignity in dying too,
World must assure everyone.

Dignity is what we need
In life on earth and when we die;
Dignity is good indeed
For creatures born under the sky.

Dignity for man and beast
Is a must for all, west / east;
Dignity for anyone
Shouldn’t be denied, any time!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-26-2006

God's Christmas Gift to Man

2006-12-24T15:38:00.000+05:30

God’s Christmas Gift to Man

A baby boy is born today;
‘Emmanuel’ shall be his name;
To save all mankind, from its sins,
A virgin’s womb’s, from whence he came.

He brings to earth both joy and peace,
From Bethlehem, small town’s outskirts;
“The savior babe is ‘King of Kings’!”
The news is told first to shepherds.

And angel choirs too sing aloud:
“Glory to God in the highest,
And peace to earth, men of good-will!”
The manger baby sleeps half-dress’d!

The Star of Bethlehem too brings
From east, three wise-men, also kings;
On Christmas day, rejoice earthlings,
As world-o’er, every church bell rings!

The gift of God is Jesus Christ-
The sign of love of God for man;
The Messiah revealed Heaven;
Now go to God’s abode, all can!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-23-2006

Blue Beard's Chateau .part 1

2006-12-21T12:22:00.000+05:30

Watch you....dear deep blue
Create new worlds
poised to populate ,
shamelessly copulate
seeking affirmations
from brainless bimbos,
soul-less bitches
in perpetual heat
heat and steam
soon spent
you are left
holding nothing
but your
abysmal sense
of inadequacy
lesson still not learnt
style supercedes
substance
tucking another
virtual feather
in your flaunty cap
you scan the screen
looking for new
worlds to conquer
Life smiles indulgently
as she gives you
yet another chance
to get it right!

~Kiyo~

CHRISTMAS 2006

2006-12-18T02:54:00.000+05:30

Christmas

’Tis Christmas-time for all on earth;
A baby-boy will soon be born;
To give joy, peace- both things of dearth;
On a wonderful Christmas- morn!

The baby in the manger is
The ‘Lord of lords’ and ‘King of kings’!
He brings mankind the divine bliss
Of Redemption of human beings!

Oh, what a freezing night so cold!
The star of Bethlehem, behold;
The story of Christmas retold,
And glittering things get sold!

But Christmas is not ‘pomp and show’:
God gives a Savior, we all know;
And Santa Claus and gifts all, Oh,
And festooned Christmas –tree with bough!

’Tis time for cakes, pastries and gin;
’Tis time to truly look within;
’Tis time to say ‘Good-bye’ to sin;
A war against the devils win!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-1-2006

kalai_myglass

2006-12-15T11:58:00.000+05:30

My glass !!

Day- by-day I lose My Day...

My soul feels the dire need,

to fill my half-filled glass.

Tracking down the memory line

I have failed to find the way

Which would lead me up to my Day !!

Lonely and alone in the blue bay

I yearned for my fulfilled glass.

Overcome by fears and misgivings

I daily lose my day in my dreams.

Shattered my heart cells cry again

And find it hard to oxygenate my brain...

Glancing through the reflecting glass

My eyes wince at the unfulfilled part.

Tears filled eyes glance at me -

Ready to roll down the cheeks

and reach my half-filled glass...

My hands reach to grab away the glass,

I vow to fill not my glass...

Nothing is at loss....

My kid is there to fill the glass..

Her achievements are my task.

A Timetable for a Life

2006-12-14T16:40:00.000+05:30

At 24 hours a day,
365 days in a year,
For a life of 60 years.
One has 525600 hours

At 8 hours a day,
2920 hours in a year,
175200 in a life time,
In sleep, one spends 20 years

At 1 hour a day,
365 hours a year,
21900 in a life time,
In bath/dress spends 2.5 years.

At 1 hour a day,
365 hours a year,
21900 in a life time,
In worship spends 2.5 years.

At 1 hour a day,
365 hours a year,
21900 in a life time,
In travel spends 2.5 years.

At 8 hours a day,
2920 hours a year,
175200 in a life time,
As student/worker/house wife spends 20 years.

At 1 hour a day,
365 hours a year,
21900 in a life time,
On healthy exercise spends 2.5 years.

At 1 hour a day,
365 hours a year,
21900 in a life time,
On reading/gossiping spends 2.5 years.

At 1 hour a day,
365 hours a year,
21900 hours in a life time,
In sick bed spends 2.5 years.

At 2 hours a day,
730 hours a year,
43800 hours in a life time,
At Play/TV spends 5 years.

It’s for any individual,
To change this timetable,
More to his/her advantage,
Of course, with less wastage.

Hunger,when I was only ten------

2006-12-10T22:48:00.000+05:30

Hunger, when I was only ten-----

I was, young, ten, tender, ten only,
Not old enough to know the travails of
Poverty,
Hunger ate me alive,
When I starved hunger ate me alive,
I ran home from the school,
Ran faster than my body could sustain,
gulping water from the street tap,
The speed was breathless, speechless,
Straight ran into the kitchen,
To see the firewood was drenched,
For the thatched roof was leaky,
As if to shed tears for the desperate,
I, helpless, curled up in a corner,
Cursing my existence,
Befriending the cute kitten.

In tears

2006-12-10T21:54:00.000+05:30

waiting......
your arrival i await
I am in tears
e-mail inbox overflows
I am in tears
sms keeps coming
I am in tears
festive seasons come and go
I am in tears
my house has no visitors
I am in tears
my house is always empty
I am in tears
I am the post box in tears.

Something we're sure to miss

2006-12-10T06:35:00.000+05:30

Something we’re sure to miss.

A king nicknamed Mr. Miser,
Always tried to be too wiser.
His subjects opposed him never,
But they also tried to be clever.

The king had a daughter,
Famous for her open laughter.
On the wedding day of her,
He issued a royal order.

“That every citizen shall pour
A pot of cow’s milk pure
Into the big drum that’s kept
At the palace front-gate.”

Each one just thought,
His neighbor had brought
Pure cow’s milk in his pot,
That made up the whole lot.

It became a secret matter,
That everyone poured water.
No milk was in the drum,
But water-full upto its brim.

Often, we think, we’re wiser,
More than our neighbor,
And if everyone thinks like this,
Something we’re sure to miss.

(Note: In Delhi two couples went for johs. In their absence
their flat was looted clean. Their neighbours thought the
couples were under transfer order. Evening when the two
came the flat was empty. This is because, they lived in their
shell in isolation not friendly with their neighbours. To highlight
this weakness, I wrote this poem.)

where do we stand among them?

2006-12-05T12:49:00.000+05:30

during an amble through the wood
in the middle of rustling leaves
a story I heard of a wolf
that hated not the puppy, but loved

like a metaphor it appeared to me, hard to imagine.
the moment had gone, when I last heard the story.

a pack of wolf was hunting for their meal
when suddenly a puppy, they stumbled upon
happily all reacted wild, for at least one will have a good meal
so the story was told.

in this ferocious forest where the law is survival of the fittest
amidst of these wild wolves, there came a wild love walking,
in curiosity a great wise wolf of wisdom, the love on motion
apparently the leader of the pack
neared the puppy with uncanny gestures of a mother
gently bent forward kissing the puppy’s forehead.

not a wolf from the pack understood
what sort of behavior their leader manifested,
to obey the command is the loyalty wanted in the animal world
what the leader say that one must do, what the leader does that one must follow
it is a law that governs the fraternity among the fierce warriors of the wild.

the puppy, deprived of food in famine for days
it was left, it seemed all alone in the coldness of the forest
none knows the fate of the mother nor the siblings
but assumption goes to point at other wild beasts,
might have broken the pack apart
leaving the puppy in lonely painful sleep and whine.

the great wise wolf of wisdom in loving look communicated in wisest language
“worry not, we are no strangers but a family deceived by looks”
“we shall look after you for days to come with promises, we won’t do any harm”
thus a language of heart trespassed the others, making the puppy relieved a little.

a message was sent to the wildest among the pack
for an immediate command to be executed with love to save the puppy
swiftly the wolves gathered around the puppy, pressing close all around
the fire that heats them from within they shared lovingly with the puppy
so the cold won’t become an excuse for the dead of a puppy,
stranded far away from its family.

wise indeed the leader wolf
in every way it thinks of only to save the puppy
he summoned the right man to call for a mother wolf who has just given birth
the rush began with the howl, all the wolves went in search of the mother
hearing the call, instantly the mother arrived
leaving behind its beautiful pack of six
to answer the command of a leader, so wise and loving.

it wondered why it was summoned to look at a puppy
which is not of its blood origin,
the wise one commanded her to go a step further
to feed the puppy the milk of her body,
in hesitation it stood awhile,
thinking the leader is no more wise
to give an order of such nature to feed a potential meal
and deprive a wolf of its hearty meal.

but, though hesitant,
it took it as a challenge not to disobey the old wolf’s command
because down within, the mother wolf knew
the leader surely has some obscured reason behind the game.
it half heartedly placed itself before the puppy
the puppy welcomed its new mother with gentle embrace
with its mouth on the nipples,
suckling the nipples with eyes closed,
the puppy regained the heat and energy lost.

with occasional yowl of disapproval, the mother wolf lies perplexed
“what is this all about, my master the great wise wolf of wisdom”?
“please guide me to understand this phenomenon of strangest action”

the great wise wolf of wisdom answered,
“today we are here to learn, there exist a great bond called love
not just among us but between those of different blood as well”
“the puppy is meek and weak, and though its of another look
it suffers the same as we do and its hunger the same as ours”
“you the mother of six, take this one and make it seven”
“be proud that you mothered six out of our blood,
but never forget your motherhood added another one of different kind
so that you may learn that love is same to one and all”.

the mother wolf was annoyed
and she walked away in silent discontent
but was stopped halfway by the great wise wolf of wisdom
“mother wolf, please don’t forsake him, from now onwards he is ours”
“take him with you, if not eat him without a scent left behind”

so, the mother wolf said to herself,
“if I take him back, I’ll have to raise him long”
“if I eat him, my hunger shall be eased now”

it was about to scratch open the flesh
when the puppy in cold reached for its feet
the motherhood that mother wolf gave away through her milk
came rising like tsunami, not destructive but protective,
she regurgitated her love uncontrollably for the puppy
then in awareness renewed
she understood the message given by the great wise wolf of wisdom.

the great wise wolf of wisdom rejoiced at the sight of new hope for its kind
where the mother wolf in tears licking at the puppy to heal the evil within.

the great wise wolf of wisdom counseled again with mellowed voice of a sage
“mother wolf, we are evolving. That’s what is wanted by nature.”
“we are evolving higher and embraced some high values
that once in possession of so called civilized mankind.
we have acquired values of highest order the day we shed our enmity with the rest
and fast ourselves before our meal – the puppy”
“I am happy. we are evolving”

but in sad tone, he said again something of mankind
“man used to be on high pedestal
but there have demeaned themselves
and lower they are becoming”
“they kill their own
they rape their own
they destroy their own
yet they brag about love”
“sad to say, we have risen with humanity
while the human are acquiring some of our beastly qualities”

“mother, I am proud of you.
from now I know they shall be another wolf in our pack”

“don’t be sad mother wolf”
“if a meal we are after make us think awhile in great pondering”
“know you that, its not meant for us to eat, but to help it to survive”
“when its meant for us to eat, we won’t think we’ll just eat to fill”.
“for the Great One surely won’t let us fast for long”

©2006 by cyclopseven. All rights reserved.

when the night speaks

2006-12-04T08:31:00.000+05:30

this night today
speaks a language silent
in darkness, carpeting the whole of the moment
this night today speaks a silent advise.

in the slumber as mankind dwell deeper
this night today, accompanies me in smile
knowing in solitary, at times when the depression rule
I will be lost in loneliness inexplicable.

“smile my boy, smile
leave alone and let the depression be gone
this night I’m here to guide you higher
so you may crawl out of the mire”.

“I am here so you may speak better
let your mind be mine
together we will travel across the milky way
and let the shine of stars speak in happiness sparkling yonder”.

“…chase the intruder
lock your wild thoughts awhile
this darkness shall show you the bright delight
where lights of contentment shines powerful”.

“remember my friend,
this darkness is not a lonely moment
its for you and I to embrace in locks blissful
and make a passionate love manifest invisible
only then you shall free yourself of darkening moods”.

“always count on me my friend
am the darkness of night not of wild
but a mystery of a game I play
include to soothe the hearts that pray”.

severance

2006-12-01T23:59:00.000+05:30

severing ties that bind
pains the nature most
and in many signs
she speaks of her pain
caused by cruelty imposed by man.
it creates extreme premature growth
resulting shallow conditions
of current civilizations
where
bribery is ‘thank you’
divide and rule is ‘administration’
casual sex is ‘relationship’
cozy life is ‘progress’
commission thrown is ‘charity’.

life is glowing,
but,
in pain.

wake up

2006-12-01T23:52:00.000+05:30

wake up !!
wake up !!
from intoxicating separations
you-I-mine-thine
are but illusively tailored dreams
that thrills us within
to play this game of maze
to find the way out
from this concentration
unto the liberation.

World Brotherhood and Love

2006-12-01T07:05:00.000+05:30

Men are brothers; women, sisters;
We live on earth and share one sun;
Destined to die, with bickering,
Like Emotions, joys, suffering;
Of Adam, Eve born, we are one.

By sweat of forehead, man must toil
To raise up food-crops from the soil;
With pain in womb, woman must bear
And bring forth children, dark or fair;
This rod of God, all humans wear!

All made from dust, we bite the same;
From birth, we sin; do works of shame;
We slog all life in vain for fame;
With hate, we live, forget life’s aim;
For good and bad, we must take blame.

The world God made was truly good;
His love of man, ill-understood;
God gave us freedom, pow’r and food;
In life’s journey, His divine Word;
Alas, To love neighbours, to man looks odd!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 29-11-2006
(Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,
Professor and HOD of Medicine,
IRT PMC&PMCH,
Perundurai, Erode, Tamilnadu)

My Angel

2006-11-30T18:14:00.000+05:30

My Angel

SEATED by the window
Hearing the sounds of thunder
Feeling a little mellow
I stared out with a shiver

I heard the pitter-patter
Knowing full well it was the sound of rain
Glancing at the rear-view mirror
I saw my face was filled with pain

As the night continued to rain
I continued to stare
My thoughts running wild
Just like the misty air

The trees started swaying
While the leaves rustled
As the wind continued blowing
And it continued to rain

I cuddled myself
With my blanket wrapped around
As tears continued to flow
While I stared into space

I was stranded in misery
Not knowing what to do
For I was beginning to think recklessly
Of the fate was to befall me

I was stuck with the weight of the world
That was lying on my shoulders
Resting against my soul
That was ripping at this moment

As I continued to cry my heart out
A sudden light shone above me
With that I was lifted up
And was left to stand on my own feet

I turned around
And saw the brightest light
Shining above me
That sparkled to white

For there stood a person who shone
Who lighted up my whole world
Blinding me with every step he took
My angel whom I had been waiting for.

*Rajwinraj*

When Love Dies

2006-11-30T17:02:00.000+05:30

When love dies

A pall of gloominess envelops the heart
The crucial pain strikes through with a sharp cut
Yearning to be healed from the veins torn apart
Tarnished and withered, it steals your breath
For love dies not of a natural death
It dies from emotional wounds lashed, unhealed
Unreturned love to the vulnerable heart with no shield
Only time will help ease the sour and rinse the tears
Shedding of heavy feathers and soothe away fears
Let the death of old love pass on peacefully
So that the new roots of love can grow tenderly
Within the heart that once cherished love wholeheartedly.

*Rajwinraj*

A King’s Coronation

2006-11-30T01:01:00.000+05:30

A King’s Coronation

Seated atop a cushion
Of gleaming gold and red
Is a crown made from passion
That is fit for the head of a king

The crown was encrusted with jewels
Ruby, sapphires and diamonds
Sparkling and gleaming with pride
They shone like stars in the night

Just like medieval times
A king was the ruler
And who would wear the crown
Other than the great man himself?

So on a fateful day
With the sun shining brightly
And the birds chirping loudly
A king’s coronation was to be held

Dressed in gleaming gold and red
Encrusted with bright jewels
Was a man of high post
Who was being introduced to the world

Head held high
With a solemn expression
Followed by hundreds of soldiers
Was the man who would be known as king

Meeting with the high priest
Who graced him with the bow
And introduced him to the throne
That was gleaming with red and gold

A footman held the cushion
With the crown seated atop
That was made with much passion
That sparkled and gleamed brightly

The whole courtyard became quiet
As everyone gasped in awe
At the sparkling crown
That was soon to be on the head of the king

The king made a public pledge
Then the high priest crowned the king
Cheering and applause followed
With the sound of trumpets

*Rajwinraj*

Borderless painting

2006-11-28T14:15:00.000+05:30

Borderless painting

You are like a borderless painting
A masterpiece so passionYate and amazing
Brushing through with colours of life
Expressing all feelings of love and vibe

The laughter that you bring
Is like the birds that sing
Placing a life in my soul
Making me feel whole

The passion in your eyes
Is like the sun ready to rise
Releasing a ray of light in me
Brightening every thing; I’m free

Your heart beats a song
A rhythm of love so far, wide and long
It plays forever in my ear
So affectionate, sentimental and dear

You are like a borderless painting
A masterpiece so passionate and amazing
Brushing through with colours of life
Expressing all feelings of love and vibe

*Rajwinraj*

Take a walk around yourself : By Rajwinraj

2006-11-28T14:02:00.000+05:30

Take a walk around yourself

When the cynical side of you emerges
And you feel the sharp tongue’s urges
To lash out the criticism you have for others
And strike them down like a bolt of thunder
Pause for a second and take a deep breath
Let those hurtful words sink to their death

Before you judge others with harsh words
To simply find fault with someone less absurd
Or pin down an innocent one to be the victim
Of office politics and failed negotiations as a mean
It is time for you to take that special walk
So tuck in your shirt and pull up your socks
Turn on the mode of silent stealth
For you need to take that walk around yourself

In the normal average of us all
We rise high but sometimes we fall
These are the many ups and downs in our lives
That keep us going to survive
But when you feel that you’re always better than the rest
Ready to crush down anyone in any contest
Be it belittling or squashing their dignity
It’s time you face your own reality
That is the time you ought to take the real test
To take a walk around yourself and undo the mess

Just before you judge another
Give yourself a break to ponder
Life needs an order of balance
That moment has come to your turn
Harmonise the state of your mind
Look deep inside and you shall find
Self-reflection appears on the shelves
When you take that walk around yourself.

*Rajwinraj*

Between the Devil and the Deep Sea

2006-11-17T17:25:00.000+05:30

Into a dilapidated dry well,
A passerby accidentally fell.
But halfway thro’ he caught
A side-wall banyan root.

With its sharp teeth, a rat
Was slowly sawing the root,
Thus hastening his down-fall
To the bottom of the well.

A snake was hissing below,
Waiting to bite this fellow,
He hung, between the devil
And the deep sea, in a peril.

While he had his fall,
A bee-hive on the wall,
By chance, he had hit.
The bees stung him and bit.

In a total scene of horror,
He held his life in terror.
All sides, he ran the risk,
But still he was too brisk.

Little drops of honey fell
Right on his lips well.
With the taste of honey then
He felt, he was in Heaven!

Like this, occasions do arise,
But wait for the sunrise,
That follows every night,
To make one’s life bright.