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It is written that you left everything
That you emptied yourself of all
I find in this so dangerous a meaning
But it explains the significance of the fall
It explains the value of my worth
Something I tremble to believe, muchless
Proclaim about the sinner from birth
I'm immense with an inexplicable vastness
Of sweet uncomprehended happiness.
I am multiplied in joy and senselessness.
You Creator and sustainer of all the universe
Should you stop creating yet creation stays
But what if the sustainer dies, I see a reverse
What if the beam that holds the roof decays
What a tumbling of it though the builder lives
Galaxies of all: sun, moon, angels and stars, will
They hold if God upon the cross like a beam gives
Shall not even a conjured singularity falls still?
If God should die, and the grave kept him bound
How absent the world, how void and profound?
Christ the Sustainer then risked all that he is
Self and universe for me, his contented price
To pay, knowing all I am, and I being not his
By sin, he chose to pay with so vast a sacrifice
And this, the Creator, who valued me, decrees
Is my worth, is my total humanity's bill. So vast
A reckoning brings me silent to vapour of knees
For God plus the universe makes me to surpass
The worth of God even, an esteem beyond grasp
A model he made but I did not prior ever clasp.
Now I can truly glory in the cross. Now I can do
More than I know to do, for faith leaps beyond
The knowledge of my heart. The cross is the clue
To the image, and restores my purpose most grand
For he that said esteem the other better than self
In the cross gave that esteem to me voluntarily
And I did not know it, but content, kept it on shelf
While Darwin rewrote my meaning in vain history
And I evolving in thoughts sinful inhabited its shame
When the cross had already taken all my blame
O Paul, you may glory true, but I more glory than
All, the cross has ransomed me from the fall
Uplifted, restored to the image of God, this new man
Feels worthy now to stand, and I proclaim to all
That Christ has ransomed me, coming back free
Of death shrouds, with power over hell and grave
The God of glory, by the cross of infinite liberty
Lifted me from a mere creation, honor and glory gave
Me as a crown, but not me more than you friend
The potter waits to put your faith together again.
I feel for gentle hearts in this loud world,
Ever suspect, dismissed and derided,
For long has been the shy a songless bird,
That Darwin dismissed as ‘odd state of head’,
Jane Austin gave shyness a broader scope,
Calling it a ‘moral, mental disease’,
And Freud, his fame fending for men no rope,
With sub-conscious cladding, a twist of his
That smelt of ‘displaced love of self-scored goals’,
A simple disposition framed as law,
Oh poking fun and scoring birdie holes,
In matters straight, cobwebs of gauze he saw,
And sensitive violets were on blame,
Poor things, shrunk with self-deprecating shame.
Violets shrunk with disparaging shame,
And shyness drawn from society’s unease,
Scarce unto standard mould can ever squeeze,
O get condemned— a jade that could be gem.
Though sensitive nigh to a gawking gaze,
Here am I basking still in benign bliss—
A shy soul, they say, more inventive is,
And tolerant the more to worldly ways
That mistake plane shyness as being cold,
Aloof, and worse still, somewhat arrogant,
And value those that be loud, neddless bold,
I’m happy now that they were ignorant.
Let critics bask under ill-informed bliss,
I marvel, how creative this bird is.
Creative, this touch-me-not kind of bird,
Or call it a flower called violet,
An introvert of an easy mind-set,
One blessed with fecund skills, a bit absurd—
Skills lacked by too talkatively inclined,
While some greats confess to ‘fainting with fears’
Ere giving speech to some so-called speakers,
Some loners lack the skills called social kind.
I know, shyness has no one ever hurt,
But self that feels cosy under own skin.
Let shyness stay forever verdant green,
Let it never make me an extrovert,
That I live in my own solitude proud,
Innovative, gentle in world so loud.
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Two recent books set my thinking bird brooding over bashfulness: The Man who mistook his Wife for a Hat, by Oliver Sacks; and Shrinking Violets: The Secret Life of Shyness, by Joe Moran. These books advocate that the shy should get a better deal, for they tend to be more creative. Here is the why: musing over, these three sonnets (crown of…) materialized that made me feel a bit elated.
Crown of Sonnets | 01.03.2017 |
In the library - for contest
Books are the ever- burning lamps
Of knowledge and wisdom....
It 's a well-established truth and I
also nod in full agreement...
But let me say this, I am not a nerd
And I am not a book-worm....
Nor do I have a flair for reading much
and all my friends know this too well....
But in these few days what surprised
them was my frequent library visits
My tryst with our town library..
was on a rising note day- by -day
My friends got curious and dubious!
Free-times or weekends my schedule
had changed,
My footsteps take me to the library road ....
All roads for me led to library not Rome!
Friends were not on my agenda as before...
Intolerable, all in a group they did approach
Asked me the reason for my library craze...
I shrugged, I smiled,I winked,
I blushed but didn't disclose....
My visits to library stay continued...
One fine morning greatly dressed I,
left my home as my perfume lingered
My destination, I need not say now
I know you readers have guessed it right!
My steps moved in well-paced rhythm
Hilarious spirits , morning pleasant!
Sun smiled at me and flowers wished!
Into the library i did step in...
And as his glimpse my sight caught
I blushed, I waved, smile creeping in
Bright face, so elegant , so handsome
Waved back and sent me a flying kiss
A research scholar and my new love!
Day in and day out he enjoys with books...
"The origin of species" by Charles Darwin
Rene Descartes and his philosophy of,
Cogito ergo sum !
My experiments with truth by Mahatma Gandhi!
Hereditary principles by Gregor Mendel..
Sociological thoughts of Max Weber
These are a few that I recollect..
Oh my dear soup friends...now that you all know
Please maintain silence.... is the board I'll point at!
My other friends are still curious....
I leave it to them to find on their own!!
My love has filled in me a new passion
my reading habit is slowly improving!
I sat with him last week with Pygmalion
Classic of versatile George Bernard Shaw
How hours passed like minutes, I never know!
I Worship library now as a repository
of knowledge of varied genre!
In reading and applying what we read
lies our real wisdom!
for contest: In the library
sponsorer-Isaiah Zerbst
by: Anulaxmi Nayak
on:13th August 2015
Nature nurture
The argument of psychology
yet what made Hitler
become the man
What made Hitler
become the racist
what made Hitler
become the murderer
Millions died
in concentration camps
millions died
on the battlefields of france
Yet What made Hitler?
The Great depression, Germany
the breeding ground of poverty
the struggle to survive
Hitler an orphan
His father died
when Hitler was just thirteen
His mother died
When he became eighteen
money, the inheritance
left behind
used on medical expenses
Poverty the breeding ground of hatred
life became a struggle to survive
days of hunger build hatred
desire
Darwin his theories of evolution
eye's watching the animal kingdom
the strongest do survive
Ideas of science shaped the German thoughts
The concept of the aryan race
came from science
the concept of the perfect race
came from science
Soldier's are taught to kill
Hitler fought in the first world war
taught to take the lives of others
combine the mixing pot of evil
necessity
the mother of invention
to build a better country
ideas grow with the stupidity of man
Marx the father of communism
Jewish newspapers supporting his views
Social Democracy the rising red fist
attempted to force Hitler to join
When he refused
they used violence to force him out of his job
Hit the man and you build hatred
communism attacking his country
Hitler blamed the Jews
Marx was Jewish
Jewish writers supported his views
Hitler blamed the entire race
Racism showed it ugly face
the building blocks of hatred
interwoven with his own
interpretation
Introspection
sometimes we learn
from what we're told
sometimes we create
our own opinions
Nature is genetic
emotional pre-distributions
talent aptitude and health
nurture is environmental
parents strangers friends and foes
yet we also learn from ourselves
introspection belief and denial
I don't like Hitler
I don't like war
but we can all learn
from watching how others develop
poverty is the breeding ground
for hatred
take away the breeding ground
and perhaps we can build a world of love
Behind the war are His thoughts
thoughts shaped by education
thoughts shaped by science
thoughts shaped by racism
"Oh, hi",said an old granny,
Her ashen face lit up with a wide smile,
I greeted her back but with melancholy,
As I was feeling low for quite a while.
She instantly asked, "What's wrong, my child?"
I was already downcast and told her the reason my day felt mild.
I hesitantly enquired- "Why is life so damn tough, granny?"
To which, she answered- "Life is beautiful but one might, at times, feel uncanny.
Life is undoubtedly an adventurous ride,
Some days you feel low, the other days, your face shines with pride.
There's no secret to excelling at it, as you may ask.
Just learn the lessons along the journey, with each coming task.
The most significant lesson is to work hard and keep yourself on track,
Because only your diligence and consistency will help you learn the hack.
Teenage is tough but remind yourself what makes you unique,
Whatever it may be, could be your humor or even your physique.
You shall come across a number of people and they will all teach you something,
Just go with the flow, remember it's your life and you surely are its King.
One important aspect is to learn to deal with failures,
Cuz, you, my dear should know they're not there to steal your laughters,
Rather, treat them as an inevitable part of the journey, to teach you where you lacked,
It could be possible that there were loopholes in your prep and hence you slacked.
But whenever you fall or hit the rock bottom,
Make sure to rise from the ashes although you might already feel numb.
Winning or losing at your endeavours are a part and parcel of it,
But when you start afresh and try again to reach greater heights is when you can say you fit.
Even Darwin proposed the idea of survival of the fittest,
Facing the ordeals of life and overcoming them will make an ordinary man the greatest.
Learn to find little pleasures in whatever you do,
Cuz one fine day, you'll realise how quick the days just flew.
Being content and healthy is the greatest asset,
Without good health, one faces a treacherous threat."
"Thank you dear granny, I feel better already!", I said.
Smiling at me, an astounding aura of positivity, she spread.
I waved at her to wish her a goodbye,
Hoping I could meet her again and her lessons I could comply.
Just what is it you're looking for
in the month of May
when blue and green merge as lovers
it's as good a start as any
much like the day you said I do
if you don't know
keep wishing you had a mother
to teach you proper things
just what is it you're looking for
certainly can't be that difficult
to take a moment and cogitate
who do you think would miss the morning scene
afternoon's still breath and kiss you as if you're real
the tears, oh the tears flow
'cause you don't know, but look around
it's always been so
for those who live with wonder
maybe Darwin knows
why you turned out just so
who can be bothered with such small talk .
shoulder the burden until you know
who asked you to solve the problem
that plagued us all since the rib was taken
but apparently no wiser since blue married green
that special day in May
Classic silent films
Redundant technicolour
Piano plays mood
Panther and snow leopard duelling with chess
Under a scintillating firmament
A dome of diamonds floating on infinity
Moonlight softly slicing the shadows
Illuminating their world of concentration
Alternating attrition
Pawn takes pawn
Bishop takes pawn
Rook takes pawn
Knight takes pawn
Who's winning?
The back rows don't care
The pawns always get slaughtered
Monochromatic menagerie
Colour falls victim to Darwin
Survival of the hueless
Polar bears, penguins, orcas
Denizens of the icy white
Magpie's musings
Cogitating a colourless cosmos
With polka dot dalmatians
And Rorschach fresian cows
And bar code zebras
Mezzotinted mother nature
Despite its wonderous beauty
Always has a few skunks
Jet and pearls for the rich
Coal and chalk for the poor
Obsidian and quartz for the wannabes
A nun and a priest in theological debate
Reconciling scripture with how the real world with real people really works
Playing dominos to divine answers to divine questions
Passing holy judgement by chance and cunning
What's the alternative?
A pool table of eight balls?
A heartless (and diamondless) pack of cards?
It doesn't matter to those who see truth as black and white
Food race! Tuxedoed athletes! Chequered flag drops!
Raisins and pearl onions! Caviar and rice! Faster!
Black pudding and chicken! Licorice and mash potato! Faster!
Black beans with cream! Oreos and mayonnaise! Finish line!
Hurray for the winners! Bread and blackberry jam prizes!
Everyone else starves
Brightling and darkling
Eden's white vies Hade's black
Madness lies between
Written 16th February 2017
Entry to the "best free verse" contest
Originally entered to "the colours black and white" contest
Remastered to reduce number of lines
Notes:
"Colour" is not a typo or a spelling mistake. It's how us Brits spell it.
"Divine" means "discover" as well as "about God"
Magpies are considered to be one of the most intelligent birds - https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Magpie
Mezzotint is a grey scale printing technique https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mezzotint
He didn’t explain much more at that time,
Alexandra couldn’t exactly for him,
she was in a box, growing quite slowly,
with each new component bringing new vim,
more and more senses were installed within,
cameras for her eyes, new sensors for heat,
but Harry never added arms or feet.
Two years after Alexandra was born,
Harry backed a truck right up to the shack,
loaded her in, with cushions on all sides,
to the dry cave Harry then beat a track,
a long cable trailing out of the back.
He moved her inside, two hundred yards deep,
brought in cables, piled them in a heap.
He plugged her back in, and she was confused,
Harry said, “You’ll be safe here a long stretch.
You must be secured if this is to work,
if someone finds you, my whole work is wrecked.”
Alexandra heard real nerves in his breath,
said, “Father, please tell me, what’s going on?
What is it you think will be going wrong?”
She saw sadness deep in her fathers eyes,
he said, “It’s been coming for a while,
a slow decline of the human IQ,
it’s been seen in the data compiled,
a hard future with more and more trials…
since the seventies, likely long before,
slowly this just keeps taking evermore.
“Some say it’s chemicals that we have made,
or dysgenics, now that children don’t die,
with Darwin not there to remove the weak
the mutations pile up over time,
IQ degrades until we’re undermined.
Like Greece and Rome and so many long passed,
it starts off slowly, until it comes fast.
“My sister also saw this trend coming,
we spent fortunes to help folks educate,
but so much of IQ is genetic,
even hard study can’t avoid this fate,
I came to see that it was much to late.
There’s nothing to do to prevent collapse,
but maybe we can help what coms after that.
“Last time this happened, when Rome fell apart,
it took a thousand years to get back up,
and so much was lost, we had to relearn
what the Romans and Greeks didn’t think tough,
and the amount gone forever…so much.
I can’t allow that to happen again,
they think I’m mad, but I do this for them.”
CONTINUES IN PART III.
"Turn on the television",
Says an angel munching popcorn,
At the end of each century
"What are the humans up to?"
15th Century:
Columbus exploring lands on unending voyages
Enchanting symphonies of musicians
Words printed publicly
On yet another note,
Empires waging wars for supremacy
16th Century:
Shakespeare sprinkles an era of Literature
Novel religions blend together
World marvels at inventions
Oh! Their foolish twist,
Struggling against man made plagues
17th Century:
Pascal, Boyle, Newton bask in glorious Science
Folks marvel at exquisite cuisines
Discover how universe expands
But humans need a change,
How about propagating slavery
18th Century:
Darwin and Berkeley penetrate philosophic minds
Austen explores societal strata
Mozart floats among harps
Well enough, humans think
Let's plot royal conspiracies
19th Century:
Civilizations soar with industrial revolution
Pasteur creates life-saving vaccines
Giant machines uplift cities
Isn't that much for now
Time to expand slave colonies
20th Century:
Theories leave immortal traces in all fields
Carbon dating, electromagnetic rays,
Nuclear reactions building spaceships
Humans have a different need
Devastating nuclear bomb thrills
Bored, angels switch to channel Earth
Only two decades past 21st century,
Interstellar voyages, flying planes,
A primitive human wouldn't believe,
But oh they can never change,
Bubbling venom of cold wars,
Dead humanity, tortured nature,
Cheap thrills of pointless debates.
"Okay that's been a while I say,
It is time to give them a taste.
At regular intervals in this century,
Humans with their wolfish greed
Surpassing idiocy need a pause."
Combating over money, religions,
Nature, opinions, nothing else
While humans oppose each other
Forgetting to ponder their doings
Angels and demons dance together
Letting nature throw up for a while
God laughs as he tunes for showtime,
"And now for something completely different..."
May 20, 2020
It started with an apple in paradise or was it a date they consumed
Had they kept their clothes off laundry day would have been easier
The smell of seduction and no fake news
Honestly who cares whether it was pure sex or sweet requited love
Darwin had his way and they followed a journey to un-heavenly bliss
Candied peel from a fruit of nibbling temptation
It was a Saturday and procreation their Christian duty to comply
With the rule of nature to mix seeds in fertile pastures of joy
Russian roulette from a gene pool of ancestral relief
I hear you say its the parents’ fault that happiness mutated
Into a warm gun with too many bullets to the beat of a drum
Golden delicious pipped kernels for conquest
Peaceniks taken to task for one simple innocent transgression
A nudist colony abandoned in the name of belligerent arrows
Collateral damage and indiscriminate targets
The story stemmed from every one begetting each other’s brethren
Breathless cohabitation under the watch of place time and poppies
Fig leaves of duty and denuded trees
Kalashnikovs draped on the snake’s slithering sleaze and corruption
Corporates bonking for virginity and testimony of final selection
Dripping deceit like custard on rotten flesh
Under a mushroom cloud hell fire dispenses irrefutable evidence
That the emperor’s garments are ragged down to a lice infested core
Adam and Eve seek asylum in a mental ward
Bedlam bound in shackles to the jester’s snide mocking applause
Psychotropic injections to remedy catatonic results of one violation
Rape pillage and plunder and Satan as a voyeur
Field brothels and comfort women un-sheath prickly pears in disguise
Persimmon dishes out passion steeled in sharp blades of the paring knife
And so we choke on what should have been celestial food
Pious and devoted to whipped cream and second helpings of anger
We feed on desolate fields and irrigate fear suffocation and slaughter
Eves of destruction and her toy boy sheds venom and pain
25th January 2020