The power of the almighty flows through my heart and veins,
And pervades my being like the wings of birds wrap their young;
Like an angel or a divine soul, I am freed of pains,
The primordial cosmic energy flows in my lungs...!
Power empowered by divine love is unparalleled,
Psychic power attained by conscious meditation lasts,
By the power of right thoughts, words, and deeds evils are quelled,
The power of unity goes beyond all creeds and castes...!
Power, like diamonds between thick coals, is hidden in me,
Self-Realization, the soft-swam brush, cleans this diamond;
Love, patience, wisdom, and courage, like treasures of the sea,
Fill me and unite me with all; I'm no more an island...!
May kindness, which, like lifeblood, is my ultimate power,
Generously, I pray, on each being, may I shower...!!!
21 June 2023
Pick-A-Title, Vol 37 - Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Edward Ibeh
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Looking out for the wicked,
I found no one so crooked,
When probed my deep within,
Me, that meanest of mean!
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Bura jo dekhan main chala, bura na milya koye,
Jo munh khoja apna, to mujhse bura na koye.
We always look far and wide for evil leaving out ourselves as innocent. But if we were to put a mirror in front of us we would soon find the truth that we are no less evil. Alas we won’t see what we wish not to see.
Poet’s Note:
Kabeer was a revolutionary poet saint. He wrote some 800 couplets called dohe in his mother tongue prevailing then. They dealt with many aspects of life that he observed during his lifetime, and whereby he challenged the prevailing practices of religions, sects, castes, and human behaviour. His couplets reflect true vision of spirituality (rather than religion). Even after centuries, his couplets are read by the seekers from across the globe. Here is a poetic translation of some selected couplets. The couplet number seen here is the serial number from a compilation of some 550 of them translated by me.
A thin veneer of stormy war-clouds arising
To threaten the ever-roiling sovereigns,
Keeping the world in constant surmising
Hence no peace among the sister nations.
To threaten the ever-roiling sovereigns
Each greedily coveting the goods of another
Hence no peace among the sister nations
No family ties of ancestry, sister or brother.
Each greedily coveting the goods of another
Amassing armies for their supposed defenses
No family ties of ancestry, sister or brother,
Nations aggressively building needless fences.
Amassing armies for their supposed defenses
A fragile world divided into opposing castes,
Nations aggressively building needless fences
Makes a thinker wonder how long it can last.
A fragile world divided into opposing castes
Keeping the world in constant surmising,
Makes a thinker wonder how long it can last
A thin veneer of stormy war-clouds arising.
Written May 10, 2022
What is a life sentence?
Is it when a judge castes years upon your life?
Locked away behind medal bars,
With no chance of parole.
Or is it being born without question?
Your fate is in your own hands.
Whatever your wrongdoing is,
Comes back to you tenfold.
A life sentence,
With out the chance of parole,
Is the very life sentence you are living at this very moment.
Without those heavy steal bars,
Under lock and key.
Your free to roam,
Where ever that maybe.
But what ever wrong doing you have created,
You will have to answer to your own hands of fait.
It could be a painful sentence,
With years added on to your mortal life.
Or your life sentence can end quickly and painless,
With your very last breath.
*Image of Flower Purple Orchids by Pixabay.
Dream Makers
fresh
half-castes
tranced set eyes
moored wild sparkles
smooched perianths hues
moon chant ripen charm bud
purplish-lacquered functions
claimed space far and few
*cheat death to thrive
warm broad spots
mauve blooms
dense
*Epiphyte: Plants that grow on another plant but are not parasitic.
2021 August 12
Is this an exception? Isn’t inter-caste marriage a taboo even today in the Indian sub-continent? Being born into two contradicting castes yet mad in love for each other, they knew their kith and kin would let them not live together. They decided to go far away from the inhuman world. They knew they’d be easily tracked were they to travel by bus or train or airplane. They walked through the hills and vales eating from the plants, drinking from the streams, and resting under trees. Lo! They surrounded them. The villains of love! Torturing them, slaughtering, they threw them in the Holy River who could not swallow up their holy bodies rather floated them in procession.
hands held together
two lovely wedded angels
to eternity
“Since formation in 2014, Telangana has witnessed at least 50 murders related to inter-caste love liaisons and marriages” – Deccan Chronicle, Thursday, June 10, 2021.
10 June 2021
The words of Martin Luther king says "I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character." This is what we still need in America. We need freedom and justice that stands through our one soul together. How great is our land when we all unite. We all should hold hands together in the dark and light. Their is no color that should separate us, nor is their any brutality that we should trust. When your eyes is on Jesus, he erases your segregated minds into pieces. Their is no separation that should set us apart. Their is only one love and one heart. Perfect love castes out fear and worry; we all are the same kind with the same story. You are who God made you, even if your skin color is red, white or blue. We all have lungs and can breathe in the same flute. See to this that one nation we stand, this is not ours but God’s mighty land. So before you do an injustice act, think before you kill and don’t react. God Bless!
Is, it, to be called classi?cation?
Or is it a destruction of paci?cation ?
Or are humans still to undergo humanization ?
In which being humane is considered main quali?cation
Which is not being achieved due to illusional mesmerization,
Should we call it misconception ?
Or is it a fanatic deviation?
Caused by the adherents of delusion
Or is it the fault of rationalists misapprehension
Of the necessity of categorization
Among blacks and whites, religious types, castes and tribes
Which should not be considered manipulation?
Showing the proofs of existences alone as justi?cation
Leaving behind the unanswered question
Questioning Noah’s and Satyavratan’s relation,
To perform same duty with devotion!
Is it just a coincidental conjunction ?
And are all coincidences among all religions
Are just caused due to accidental notions?
Oh, what is this God’s or Gods creation
Leaving us with great confusion
Not able to understand whether it is misconception of classi?cation
Or misapprehension of religion
Which only discusses love and devotion but not destruction.
I love Christmas as it brings unity
& for peace it plays a major role,
I see either a brother or a sister
in every Christian’s soft tender soul.
I see a global family which enriched with
people from numerous castes & religion,
In every Christmas I found a divine light
that glows & brings joy removing tension.
I like festivals that flow like a river
carrying stream of nectar for all,
Christmas is such a sacrosanct river
that flows in every corner of universe.
Santa Cruz, chocolate, gift, Christmas tree
These are things that makes earth nice,
I love Christmas and all my Christian friends
because they are promoting human life.
Trump with Suspicious Smell
If Trump is bright then how can we tell;
Each time on supporters castes a spell;
Stars collide;
Death defied;
Golden shower with a suspicious smell.
Jim Horn
"I Wish I Knew The Ending...Or, the Beginning"
Of All My Intention: choleric and kind
I built an excursion, still feckless and blind
Through all of the chances I seldom had placed:
My mind was mistaken, my heart was defaced
I fell for a Dreamer, and She fell for me
With All Our Intention, our eyes couldn't see
When silence was golden, we fell for much less
There's much to remember, and more to confess
What hearts had we planted with all of our schemes?
We dream in the Darkness, and live in our dreams
Our Reason is chained to irrational castes
We yearned for the future, and buried our pasts
What once was ambition had turned into dust
From Love to affection, affection to lust
Our faces show sorrow; they come out at night
With each new perception, our hearts had grown trite
These hearts we had melded were built in the dark
From All Our Intention, our Fears disembark...
these evil dogs jump lightly
padding quiet past our laws,
harrow fangs of hobbled wolves
orbit slowly up to broken jaws,
eons of tears rush like waterfalls
sheets misting blood and time,
passing lives like wandered smoke
anguished cries, mournful rhyme,
secrets spill in bitter hearts
mere ideas now blurring motion,
smiles bent by hatred's sneer
once a trickle, now an ocean,
block letters stamped on parchment
missives mailed via gun,
souls erased by ordered men
furnace belch and blocking sun,
raise the banner, curse the tribe
crime conceals averted eyes,
it's the other, not our side
streets still echo anguished cries,
still, upright victorious men
shining brass and scraping boot,
barking verdict, tied to post
seven shots make vengeance moot,
circle back, wisdom no more
to learn so little from the past,
a week, a day, these blood soaked years
mobs rush quick to murder castes,
mourn the living, blame the dawn
angels whisper in deaf ears,
asking man with crimson arms
to earn the gift of future's years.
When I Didn't Know Pirs Don't Marry Others
O love! How was it before!
When we were free…
That Nature's our yard;
And played whole days, the amusing love-games.
When something like ‘society’ we didn’t know;
When our families had no role.
When I didn’t know your religious father’s as adamant
And your charming brother as antagonistic.
When I didn’t know, I must make money—somehow
And earn you.
When I didn’t know, ‘pirs don’t marry others!’
When I presented you on paper-pieces Sweet fragments, and you Acknowledged with slipping smiles, and chic chuckles, Or loud laughs
And called it exaggeration.
When we thought it as easy
And fought on phone, on naming our children,
I preffered a flimsy female child
And you wanted tough boys.
(Pir is a clergyman in kashmiri) and they restrain from marrying Muslims of other castes.
Human beings must travel back in time
To give peace a chance
We must go back to the time
When there were no confrontations
When there were no fights
When there were no battles
When there was no war
The time machine will tell us
That those were the times
When human beings were scattered
Across the entire globe
There was little contact
So, there was peace
In those good old days
There were no tribes or races
No religions or faith
There were no countries
Or political boundaries
There were no ethnic groups
Or communities or societies
Or castes or outcasts
Or creed or colour
Or greed or ego
There were no
Flags or emblems
Or political groups
Or religious denominations
That divided people
And motivated them
To take up arms
Against one another
We can bring about peace
By working for unity
For freedom
For equality
For brotherhood
Because, anything that divides
Is bad for peace
Give peace a chance
By rising above petty considerations
Let us be human beings
And be humane in our approach
Let us turn ourselves into noble souls
Let us give peace a chance
Cum to me my lovely, do you want to play
Whisper your dirty secrets
I want to bite down with my hollow teeth, Lick your Pearlie
On that milk white neck, her scent is alluring
I crave a carnal kiss from those succulent lips
She begins to coy when the salty sweat drips from her breast
Moistening down her thighs
My hand running down her smooth back
Let her stroll on romance
Tie me down to your chain, I want to serve you
Crawling on my hands and knees
Entice her like an incubus
I love her exoticness, it’s such an erotic flame haze
I’m breathless by those burning eyes and that dazed face
She castes a spellbound moment to my mind
Her complexion is memorizing as her attire drops
Flattery makes her turn and blush, she has an a winsome stature
Don’t you know I’m a Libra. Ruled by Venus
So I will seduce you
Look into my horoscope, you will know I want to take this slow
Aren’t you affectionate
Turn this into a fairytale
Now be mine
Girlie
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