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Oceanic Wisdom

16th & 28th may 2012.
By: SASHI PRABHU (ZEAUOXIS)

A fortnight back, an evening drove me to Sernabatim shores,
To calm my mind’s fury that was churning galore.
There, I listened silently to what the ocean waters were seeking to tell me,
Opened myself to the wisdom, which unfolds with each wave that melts, frothy but free.

Far away on the shores stood alone in soothing waters, I me and myself, alone,
Gawking and listening to the tepid simmering waters, melancholy strains unknown.
And then the churns in my mind began to gasp and soothingly ebb down,
Festooned happiness and joys began to ooze and erupt all around.

Ears now filled with sweet melodies of spent waves tirelessly repeat,
Each note calmed my mind and subtle positives vibes making my mood upbeat.
The warm saline breeze whispered as she blew around me,
A queer descant engulfed my bare body amidst mists of water sprays.

On the supple and soft shores made myself a pillow of wet sand,
And spread myself facing the black velvet sky that to me seems so grand.
The stars, planets and the moon up above,
Stood witness to my body and mind, of earthly pain freed now……

The sand was my warm bed at night,
The frothy spent wave came on to me like blankets of never ending delight.
Spirits look down on me from all round and up above,
Now, disappeared the abyss of remorse, as were abound the cataclysmic effects of joy and love.

I felt I was in paradise that night,
Under the moon shining bright,
And then opened, the flood gates of my mind,
Like magic, the sublime wisdom into me seeped in to be confined.

And then my mind’s canvas filled with tone tint and hues
With the wisdom that the waters to me impart without bemuse.

Stop leaving and you will arrive,
Or else joys of innocence you will deprive….

Stop searching and you will see,
Don’t hold on or withhold..let go and it will come back of its own will …free…

Stop running away and you will be found,
What goes around comes around..

I struggle no more,
I live my moments without hate and abhor.
I walk freely and can now attract,
That to me which was absolutely abstract.
For in me has now absolutely dissolved,
The fear of separation, failure and anxiety... To the next level evolved.

To the next level evolved

i wrote this one one a shack at sernabatim beach at south goa ,India... and left it in the menu card......4 days later i got it published in the newspaper using my pen name....the next week end i went to the shack and the owner had put it up for all to read

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Feelings My Feelings

26th &27th January 2012
By Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

Alone I sat on the wet sands,
Of the Sernabatim beach lands.
The sun reflected blue sky,
On the greenish grey waters it looked so dry.
 A sweltering sunny afternoon,
With the heat I began to swoon.

Alone, I moved myself into the waters warm,
The breaking waves look to me like many a lifeless form.
Warm waters I sense splash unto my waist,
Cool salty breeze sting my moist lips and chest, sweat erased.
The frothy waters seem so white,
 Feral imagination within me is beginning to run regressive and makes me feel all right.

Alone I am rooted on the sandy shore,
I have within me, coming to the fore,
Feelings… deep feelings inside ignite,
Need to hold on to them tight,
The feelings incite,
A poem in my mind’s eye I feel and now see, that I would have to write,
Without any spite.


Alone, I am in the waters warm,
The breaking waters lash against me and quickly change form,
To myself feelings that turn to spirity words I begin to recite,
As I cast my eyes on nature around me from within springs delight,
And in its own right,
The poem begins to rewrite.

Alone, I am in the waters warm,
My feelings have begun to rewrite,
In my mind without any spite,
I am now filling myself with delight,
As expression is flowing freely in its own right,
And will transcend on to paper in black and white.


Alone, I now sit, drenched,
To the sands entrenched.
Melts the noon,
And evening falls attune,
The sun reflected blue sky,
Has now swooned away and I turn a blind eye.

Alone, I now sit, drenched,
Content in myself and with no feelings wrenched.
Gratified….soothened…satisfied…pleased,
 Relaxed…happy….at ease and contented……eased.

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Choose To Be

Written on: 4th and 5th April 2012.
by : sashi.prabhu

The beaten path seems sinewy lean but somnolently long,
In my life’s journey, forgot to whiff sweet fragrance flowers beside these paths as I walked along.
But I have reconciled and solemnly pledge not to ever repent,
nor Cry or  weep over my life’s time aimlessly spent


Will strive tirelessly to work on creative pursuits,
To those conniving rascals standing beside my life’s pathway care two hoots.
On my gifts talents and skills focus and resolve,
My heart and mind deeply involve and take myself to the next level and I profoundly evolve.

Life it has begun to seem to me now very much brighter,
My body, mind and heart they all feel joyous nimble and lighter.
Have changed myself like the astute breeze,
Harmoniously and with simplicity have begun to live my life with ease.

Now, I seek inward courage to emphatically say,
Looking into their mind’s eyes “please make way”.
I have got stuff to do and keep life’s somber and sepulchral processes at bay,
My desire now to change is ever firmer than my wish the same to stay.

Now I have made up my mind to let them know the truth,
I really would not bother if I shatter their “illusions” and sound terribly uncouth………….
I am not what happens to me
I am what I choose to be…
I am me………

M FOR ME 

By: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)

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Rains

sun is glaring down the window pane ,
melting rain drops of last night rain,
many things i want to say,
to you on this bright summer day!!!!!!!!!!!!!

yesterday's water stains,
brown and dusty window panes,
many things have changed 
as i await  eveining rains.............

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Malvan Beach Imagery Deciphered

3rd march2012, by: Sashi Prabhu (zeauoxian)
Form: rhyming couplets

Sandy tracks, still and dormant, lie await for us,
Virgin sands of Malvan beach, its breeze my body salty caress.

Through the grooves of coconut palms swaying tall,
We trudge to the sandy shores backpack and all.

Green thatched leaves. Crowns of glory, shade it extorts,
Swinging hammock  to nest me in my denim blues shorts.

A strong breeze blows saline pelagic scented odor across,
Blue waves melt to foam, kiss shores, hued shells emboss.

Lonely eagle soar virgin blue skies,
More of the brood join in and glide past fishing boats floating by.

A murder of crows feast on our eaten table,
As in the warm waters we dip, the crows our food they garble.

The waves sound gushing rhapsody repeat,
Us jovious beach bums in water enjoy the sunny heat.

Dry fishing boats on logs they are on the sands to park,
 Lie along akin, like silent serpents, waiting   for dusk to embark.

Sea gulls they glide over silver wavy waters,
Food seeking dives perform, for them that’s what matters.

A pack of dogs they frolic with glee,
As the fisher folk heave coir ropes dogs from there flee.

Golden sunlight darts out of stagnant clouds formless,
Group of lads, beach volley ball they play tireless

As I sit ten meters away from wet sandy shores,
Melody erupts as waves repeat encore.

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An Ode To the Unsung Angels

Written on 21st April 2012
By: Sashi. Prabhu (zeauoxian)
(This Ode is dedicated to the Administrative professional / Executive Administrative Assistants/Secretaries. I dedicate this to all the unsung champions who have worked selflessly in the shadows to brighten the futures and then silently steeped away into the twilight of their lives without a ray of expectation in any form.)celebrate 25th april 2012 ,60th anniversary.

You make yourself graciously present from the beginning or start,
to align processes and routines you pour out your big heart.
No words or action suffice to thank you enough,
You stand by and support through thick and thin when times get real rough.

Your tips, guidance opinion and advice,
are of utmost importance and cannot be gauged by monetary price.
You can never be thanked enough,
You really help mould your superiors and aid them to take on situations that are all rough.

To work without you is sure as hell,
In circles of times round and round without progress will superiors dwell.
To work with you is a real pleasure,
Your honed competencies, skills and ways of problem solving are a treasure.

You simply slice the ropes (lengthy time wasting procedures) that curtail us,
You battle the winds of change and interruptions for us to be in time to catch destiny’s bus.
In the hustle and bustle of daily chores and routines,
You execute work with precision by all means.

In stormy weather you stand by with great strength for all to see,
And when the chips are down you stand tall deep rooted like a tree.
Your kind heart and beautiful mind is a combination rare,
Every time we saunter or amble to our cabins you are there with a smile filled with care.

We really appreciate your kind and generous ways,
The order you bring with your overpowering yells and disciplinary displays.
You are always there to be a part of a team,
And back up everything to bring about into existence everyone’s “dream”.

You come to my mind when I think of sharing,
You come to my mind when I think of appreciating
You come to my mind when I think of giving
You come to my mind when I think of forgiving

On this occasion would like to thank you once more,
For all the things you have done and said open hearted and galore.
Thank you so much for supporting and being a beacon of light,
And it’s because of people like you many Executive futures have been made bright……..

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Stand Up With Me

( this is my way to bring out what i see and what i object to ... the happenings in the state of Goa )
 When strange lands begin to unfold
And pathways commence to get green and fold
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(to the  real estate mafia.. not all builders)

When the naked tunes of glum hilarity fill up the air,
The cacophony of eight notes in the eardrums blare,
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( the many bhavans and academys)

When the scribbling on the wall,
Will be the last call
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(a portion of the fourth estate)


When the ageless form will break up the glass,
Seven years of bad luck will come in en mass
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( to some of  the so called environmentalists)


When the sky will not itself clear
Our sights will be blinded to long way from here
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(To some of the  politicians of goa)

When the worms crawl out of the torn can
Brain drains itself and ruptures itself like a self destruct plan
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( the traitors who  under value Goa)


When the cold from the ice,
Will itself pay the price
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
(the  bars, shacks, hotels who overcharge to make a fast buck )


When the ore form the Goan mines,
Will persuade the lawmakers the rules to redefine
All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( the suffering middle class & the people depending indirectly on mining )

All the thoughts we held up in hope
Now gone up in smoke 
Please stand up with me!!
( People of Goa)

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Passionate Hours At Palolem Sands Goa

I glimpse the tidal waves, rise high,
Sweaty brows drip, a dry.
surf boarders and  dipper are so many,
dolphin rides touts coerce you for just a few penny.

red vested lifeguards always on their toes,
A breath of relief, the tippling tourists, their number grows.
ripples, sounds a melody repeat,
artisan, tests his percussion cask to a beat.

A robe draped lass, captures her lover,
sun, its rays darkens the picture ,above it hover.
Reshoots  she, from another angle,
smiling lover’s flushed face she manages to wrangle.

 hi-tide shack  perched a high,
view is great and the breeze  zips by.
distant travelers they bathe in the sun,
Some on the sand , others  swelter drip their as they run.


  Balding head darts, reflects its gleam,
the scorching sun and the skin cream.
The peddling tribal woman with an orange drape,
family cuddling a little one, the sun to escape.

young woman, alone she walks,
stray young man I think he stalks.
tattoo on his arm seem so strong,
They are lovers, I know I am wrong.

The flower powered  oldie, walks with his guitar strung  back,
A bag in his hand &stuff he puts aside on the beach rack.
a hulk walks by, in nickered blacks,
To the percussion maker’s shack can see his sandy tracks.

bikini clad lady, dart towards a fella,
blueness of her robe shades her name tattooed, Isabella.
chat they seem to have and away he’s gone,
kicks some sand and wades back to her beach chair all alone.


Past noon and ebbing are the tides,
dippers galore and can see them lying in the watery sides.
eagle sweeps and glides a close,
chasing birds  are but a murder of black crows.

tall blond man ducks in the water he ambles,
With a bulging tummy ,it rumbles.
thatched roof stays the sunlight on me,
blue clothed ceiling textures the sky and the sea.

dark Indian lass, aglow on her face,
heat rays redden her skin ablaze.
Hurriedly she moves to the thatched shack.
Her lover here rubs lotion on to her back.

Cattle herds , see them stroll the sandy water,
An English couple walks away from the boat with their daughter.
Beneath the beach umbrella a man cleans his shades,
The strong breeze its trapped around him under the glades.


An hour has gone by and my throat is all dry,
Sparkling water I gulp down the bottle with the blink of an eye.
Content is my heart for this passionate poem I create,
Good or  bad , you can choose to debate.

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Succulent Luscious Dreamz

Malodorous tavern’s garret, the codger it accommodates, No more,
Fuzzled in brew, his fuzzy lady, her life she lives to abhor.

Randy colleen gape at her with aghast,
Talk around that she has “the dead hands of the past”.

At the dimly lit square by the infamous tavern to wing-ding they wait,
For, the rambunchous easy-riders pack to come and then for the night in the tavern, date.

At the ethereal hours they zoom past the village square,
Into the tavern to spew balderdash laced cheap brew and some lusting care.

A handsome bloke from the pack, in the tavern glances hither and yon,
Probing eyes, hunt for his affaire de Coeur “Talulah”, in the clobber stone background they search on.

In the quaint stony corner to the coarse music she vacillates,
To the ogling eyes of drunken kaboddle see dullness in the glow she radiates.

At bar side two gender benders laxly shilly shally,
A hooligan lambastes them and drags them into the lonely dark alley.

now caught her naughty nodding assent,
Moves forward to fuming whiffs of her sweet love scent.

tease, she tries to shilly shally coyly,
usurps her with a warm embrace & wanting lips seem frothy and oily.

A drunken nitpicker watches them embrace,
Unbound desires & lusting bodies brush each other in ecstatic grace.

Garret of this tavern, this bloke in the past many poems, here he wrote,
Is the quintessential den for passions to devote.

Landlady’s acquiesce they seek with a chuckling wink,
abso-bloody-lutely sure they drag themselves up, passions dripping over control’s brink.

On these stony steps they cold-cocked a sleeping drunk,
His pinch-penny ways drives him here, this was to be his stony bunk.

Atop the garret the constricted interstitial pathway,
Is for them an Ideal space to caressand play.

Din of the drunken kaboodle keeps drowning,
Muffed by the rhythmic breaths of pulsating bodies the feelings crowning.

Glissade rhythmic plunge is tunnelish dark,
Two of them merge into one, glowing like electric arc.

With passion’s jim -jam spent, my eyes open from these picturesque dreams,
Will have them repeat tonite it seems.

joyous hand stretches towards the lying gizmo, the TV to watch,
the Disney channel “Mickey mouse” carton has been topnotch.

Had I had the hindsight of, with striving content, completing this in one sitting,
Debbie, I would have worked on this poem earlier, for the contest submitting.