They lowered the flag
And I showed my frustration
They try to blow my candle out
But I raise again holding my head high
I let my balloons fly also
Red, white, blue and black
The balloons all flying irrespective of colour
I raise again irrespective of my colour
They lowered the flag
And I showed my frustration
They try to blow my candle out
But I raise again holding my head high
I let my balloons fly also
Red, white, blue and black
The balloons all flying irrespective of colour
I raise again irrespective of my colour
looking at objects, yet recognising
that God dwells in every form that is seen
therefore without measuring or sizing
nonchalant to where our senses have been
irrespective of any dream form’s sheen
in this way duality disappears
wherever we look, God’s presence appears
take any attribute of body-mind
discern its support, abode and essence
whence if we go deep enough, we will find
God’s presence in us as its quintessence
interconnected is all existence
wherein we too are a part of the whole
there never is from God any distance
irrespective of our ordained life role
to be as mindful as we are able
in stillness our vision pierces the veil
steadying resolve, flame of heart stable
one with oneness, in the void we set sail
breaking free from the cage of space and time ~
all that that then remains is bliss beat’s chime
My Wonderful Wife
Here — the one who bears the fruit of my loins.
Here — the cheerleader of my flawed bravado.
Here — the bearer of the yoke of my incessant brokenness.
Here — the moon that shines, irrespective of the season.
Here — the one true bridge between life and death.
Here — the one who foils the foul that confounds my soul.
Here — the woman who accepted the task of furthering my fate.
Cheers to you, my wonderful wife —
You are my anchor,
My light,
My forever.
Knowing not who in truth we are, death is feared,
since we are attached to this decaying form,
so we are through life by myriad fears speared,
with God’s law of love unable to conform.
Surrendering will, we are by God’s hand steered,
stripped of attributes, yet feeling His love warm.
In a realm outside space-time, we yet exist,
living light eternal, a divine bliss mist.
We are in duality to feel contrast,
that we may grow in love, wisdom and power,
so though the life of feeble form will not last,
each immersion in earth life does empower,
irrespective of how die of fate is cast.
Oh hermit, discard fear and do not cower,
for made in God’s image, we are living light,
beholding which, unending is heart’s delight.
Of A Confused Nightmare Dream
(A Thought Provoking Tanka Trio)
Is sleeping dreamless,
Short-lived life’s resurrection,
Or death’s fantasy?
Can living fake its own death
In confusing nightmare dreams?
I thought I was dead.
Do the dead have dreams of life
Or just it’s nightmares?
Irrespective of it all,
It all seems so confusing:-
In life’s awareness,
Sleep can be as confusing,
As “the living dead”:
Is it possible for a dead mind
To have living thoughts like these?
What is the meaning of marriage
Marriage is about two people
Who are in love irrespective of health,
Of wealth will not abandon each other
But mutually support each other
Irregardless of any circumstances
Will not back out the marital promise
Whether pain or gain will face head on
Facing any storm in life with courage
Never give up but in control willfully
The spark in relationship is tested
To where patience is, the fight strikes
You will see the plot is too scary
Notice that tragedy is part of a story
Love is taste to sweet and sour
To adjust what shield life for a defense
This is the summation of romance
To know that relationship is nice
When it is topsy-turvy experience
And you smile after winning life's storm
This is the privilege of two united brave heart.
As if sage raccoons,
Let’s survive and overcome
We’ve out-battled worse:
Slavery, denied voting,
And days of the hooded clan:-
Let’s not be dismayed,
Ancestors did more with less,
Sojourning onward;
Leaving us with more courage,
And less to be overcome:-
Time to get it on,
Justice can’t be blind,
Nor we, impotent;
Let’s get to overcoming
Today’s political strife:-
Let’s get together,
Irrespective of the hue;
Time’s waiting on us:-
Let us not be in pity;
We've survived worse bigotry!
Faces may hide, the truth shall never go away,
No veil of lies can cover the light of right.
Gold can gloat but darkness gets in,
Because inside, the spirit shows its true power.
Evil, masked in false smiles, spreads its vilest odor,
And every bend in the road goodness has a mask.
Where accusations vent innocence is lost,
But lies can’t endure in dark shadows they protect.
A sifting breeze will shed the rest of everything,
Show their faces that used to live in the dark
Sleeper in the warren of the heart and whatever lies,
Truth will leave its imprint irrespective of the timelines.
So fear not
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It all started like a loose joke
As thoughtful emotions set in
Gradually spreading within him
With the basements slowly wavering
That the lion emerged roaring
Earned nothing when he fought hard
Impalas roused him up when he had rest
Lost recognition as he intensely roared
Crowned a king if he couldn't run
Which sounded openly skeptical
Should I relax? He pondered
Why not catch the prey?
Is battling wise? He questioned
Why not settle for less?
Pitifully, he'd to promptly decide
Is recognition or satisfaction?
To feel powerful and proud
For helping him survive in the wild
In achieving vitality and balance
Does honor outweigh fulfilment?
Irrespective of how beautiful was a song
With how boiled inside he was among
And against odds it all belong
All of it was then named wrong
Yet none of it was deemed strong
Feminism an idea,
Not so new.
But its existence in society,
In reality is very few.
Everyday with evils,
She has a fight.
She does so to make,
The purpose of her life right.
For every step she takes,
She’s obliged to answer questions.
But on her reaching pinnacle of glory,
Her hard work is rarely mentioned.
“Dress too tight!”
“Lipstick too bold!”
“Her dress is so short, doesn’t she feel cold?”
Irrespective of her clothes and age,
She is sexualized.
And for harassers it takes,
Years to be penalized.
Candle march for her rights, People are going to hold.
But still for few currency notes somewhere,
Her body would be sold.
We worship her in
Several forms,
Then why, why do we,
Cage her in society’s evil norms
To celebrate her existence,
We have dedicated a day.
But her battle for equality,
Isn’t like child’s play.
Feminism an idea,
Not so new.
But its existence in society,
In reality is very few.
Ends usher beginnings, pristine and new,
since we cannot cross the same river twice,
thus in time stretched peace, watching life renew,
each breath intake is felt as paradise.
Ah, to be awake, whilst calm like a lake,
irrespective of vagaries of fate,
in vibrant emptiness, nothing at stake,
having risen beyond mundane debate.
With both mood and mode, embrace and release,
presence leaving behind no residue,
wafting through time like the fresh morning breeze,
delights as God’s boundless blessings accrue.
Pausing nowhere, awareness self-aware,
knows the truth as but a breath of fresh air.
a game of chess
the brain wins or loses
it has nothing to do with us
since mind is merely an instrument
which has nothing to do with who we are
and therefore we remain equanimous
irrespective of game’s outcome
as we also recall in surprise
it was not so in the past
something has shifted
at our very core
so be it
WHAT KATIE DID
Katie had jogged my elbow at the poker table
I tried to snatch back my chips but was unable
And I guess I was causing some sort of hiatus
A bet’s a bet, quite irrespective of one’s status
My pleadings were drowned out in that babel
Could I lose all that money sent over by cable
Other players showed no evidence of amity
Their gain will be my loss, and a real calamity
A bet once placed, is like making a contract
By now, any smile on my face had cracked
To regular rich punters a loss doesn’t matter
But for me, it’s my world that could shatter
I held my breath at the the fate I was dealt
All could clearly witness the pain that I felt
The highest bid that I had apparently made
My hand that must now have to be played
Perhaps the others thought I was a kidder
But it’s what a high bidder has to consider
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