Lake being so calm and crystal clean,
ripples and reflects so serene.
Every nerve dived in beauty,
while eyes perform their duty.
Blessed with moon's light,
mysteries evolving in the night.
Lake seems to be taken aback,
as if frightened by the wind's attack.
Perplexed to make a decision,
mind occupied by fear's illusion.
Whether to move in or to stay,
just longs to feel joy on the way.
I stood up to leave,
with my mind at reprieve.
Heart being so confined,
still no footprints left behind.
Touched by Spirit, we transform,
blown away by a bliss storm
but cannot transmit the mist,
which we chose not to resist.
Outwardly we look the same,
so can lay no claim to fame
but nodes within body urn,
metamorphose as they burn.
Grazed by divine magnetism,
we go beyond every ism
and yet we cannot translate,
this hum that does not abate.
As God’s direct transmission,
imagine bliss ignition,
that continues to renew,
with each life breath born anew.
The path kundalini takes,
our conditioned beliefs shakes,
as direct truth known by touch,
on relinquishing thought crutch.
Scriptures are both wrong and right,
for who can track flight of light,
surging forth from deep within,
causing worlds around to spin?
Hoping all become aware,
driven by love, we do share,
though this can only be known,
when we go in and atone.
We push and pull to no avail,
for fears continue to assail;
our heart contracts, we feel not full,
to no avail, we push and pull.
We simply state the simple facts,
we feel not full, our heart contracts,
it does so seem dark is our fate,
the simple facts, we simply state.
Time to atone, time to redeem,
dark is our fate, it does so seem,
in a deep hole, we sink alone;
time to redeem, time to atone.
God’s light sublime, our ego stole,
we sink alone, in a deep hole,
though in despair, we feel love’s chime;
our ego stole God’s light sublime.
The boat in me happily stranded on the shore
Other boats give me company — are they like me?
I look quite like a scene; people photograph me
Couples sit near me talking of love
I appear quite scenic in the evenings
I look towards the sea and find boats on the shore
I have to go there, into the sea
I am made for the sea
But I do not wish to go
I like the warmth of the sand
The warmth of the wet sand beckons me
But how long can I sit on the shore?
Whether to go or not to go into the sea
The sun sets as I keep thinking
Everyone will be home and it will be time to sleep
The sun will rise again
I may make up my mind to go into the sea
Till then I lay happily stranded on the shore
Don’t know about the other boats lying next to me
Written by Suresh Iyer
we are a bundle of contradictions
on one hand bliss magnetism pervades form
on the other, earth life continues to test
love alone’s real but how to conform
the message of the master is simple
all conflicts must be healed by love alone
yet when called upon to fight injustice
principles discarded, we’re on our own
our back against the wall, where’s the option
save doing what it takes to do what’s right
for to lie down and pretend we are dead
is surely a betrayal of God’s light
we wish not to be drawn into battle
so we turn to God to steer our life’s course
since our master’s counsel must be obeyed
and conflict resolved without use of force
I bought a new wind chime,
A for-myself treat
And think it looks lovely,
Its melody sweet.
But where should I hang it?
It’s windy today
So it will sound dulcet
As tree branches sway.
Yet when I’m in the house
And it’s dangling outside,
I won’t hear it at all
So I have to decide
If perhaps I should hang it
Indoors, where I’d swat it
To hear its sweet music,
‘Cause that’s why I got it.
Still, that would defeat
Its true purpose by name,
For chiming in wind
Is its one claim to fame.
That settles it! I’ll find
A branch on a tree
Where, when coming or going,
That sweet sound will be.
I am who I am,
In the shades of roofs I walk,
To the walls I talk,
All day long I work,
With heavy heart I mock,
The iron bars so abstract,
Now it feels unnecessary to dress,
All the efforts I put,
At the end I look at the foot,
So long I moved,
Yet not reached where I feel I should,
Millions of crying souls I hear,
Those clenched deep with fear,
No voice they have,
Obviously! What will it pave?
Thick is the infinite boundary,
Stuck in food and laundry,
Enough so far I have said,
I hope this thoughts doesn't gets raid.
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There once was an egg, quite stout,
Whose insides were firm, no doubt.
Though boiled with zeal,
It refused any peel~
I can fix that, the squirrel said with a shout.
The Human Dilemma
We say children are born innocent, but not for long.
waking up in the nursery alone and in the dark night
It naturally cries, the baby gets attention, this discovery
is not, and for parents` sleepless nights.
A baby`s first thought is born.
With it, a personality evolves, darkness or light
a conflict that will always be there; when it is an adult
And darkness sometimes overshadows the lighter side.
There is an inner voice in us all that tells us when we have
been wrong, a voice we too often ignore.
If we delve too deep into this mystery, we end up
in a sort of religion that will not give us a proper answer
other than being a follower, a disciple of a sect.
We must accept this dual personality within us and try
Stay on the light side and be honest about our failures.
“I'm running late, need a lift.
Tonight I'm on the night shift”
“Going out please press my shirt
and sponge out that spot of dirt”
"Pleased to help and lend a hand
But this you must understand
When you're in a big hurry
Please learn IT'S NOT MY WORRY."
As a child I was a tomboy
Football a game to enjoy
Until one fine day
Boobs got in the way
Dad stop me he was annoyed
The Human Dilemma
We say children are born innocent, but not for long.
waking up in the nursery alone and in the dark night
It naturally cries, the baby gets attention, this discovery
is not, and for parents` sleepless nights.
A baby`s first thought is born.
With it, a personality evolves, darkness or light
a conflict that will always be there; when it is an adult
And darkness sometimes overshadows the lighter side.
There is an inner voice in us all that tells us when we have
been wrong, a voice we too often ignore.
If we delve too deep into this mystery, we end up
in a sort of religion that will not give us a proper answer
other than being a follower, a disciple of a sect.
We must accept this dual personality within us and try
Stay on the light side and be honest about our failures.
A émigré`s Dilemma
I have lived in this foreign country for a long time, longer than I should
For many seasons I have seen, my hair is gray and my brow wrinkled
seeking an understanding of a life that makes no sense.
I know their culture, have read Fernando Pessoa sing their
songs, but I came here as an adult, and my heart is not there.
I wanted to be a part of this Iberian country, but when
remembering a lullaby, my mother used to sing, when the party
It's over, I know I’m a pretender.
I have lived here too long, but if I go back to my old country
I will be a stranger in a town where no one knows my name,
And I will dream of a mythical Portugal.
A nation's dilemma
Norway is the most US-friendly nation
I can think of: fighting in Afghanistan
helped with bombing and killing the
The kind ruler Gadhafi, who had free
education for everyone, but according to
To the press was an evil tyrant
Know there is a problem, Norwegian
Troops have landed in Greenland
The country Trump can't live without
Will this end Norway's relationship
with the USA, and prove to be too close
Being in America can be deadly
My muse is drunk this New Year’s Eve
Not caring about my desire to write
Slurring words ideas ruining peach poetry
As lit as fireworks in an onyx night sky
His cigar smells and as he yellow yells
Thinking it a funny whispered joke
Jack Frost a blue friend will sit a spell
Jack Daniel flowing down his throat
Eyes so red glassy seem to blur
His vision of the world this night
Ideals still fly high as a blue bird
Despite fluctuating laughs and cries
I offer him coffee strong and black
Same as his views when not drunk
He drops the cup it now has a crack
New Year’s Eve isn’t going to be fun
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