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Listen up, my daughters, let me break it down
Life's a stage, but you're not here to clown
You've got to face the music, face it strong
Face your fears, show the world where you belong
Don't let them clip your wings, wings are meant to soar
Winging it sometimes, that's what life is for
But root yourself in values, roots run deep
Rooting out the nonsense, that's wisdom to keep
Stand your ground, ground yourself in truth
Grounding your decisions, from age to youth
Rise above the noise, rise like the sun
Rising to occasions, that's how battles are won
Weather the storm, weather it with grace
Weathering criticism with a poker face
Steel your nerves, steel them like a blade
Steeling yourself for the choices to be made
Bridge the gaps, bridge them with your mind
Bridging understanding, leaving doubt behind
Scale the heights, scale them bit by bit
Scaling back expectations that don't fit
Balance your life, balance work and play
Balancing act, that's the price to pay
Weigh your options, weigh them carefully
Weighing in on issues, speak out clearly
Brave the odds, brave them with a smile
Braving new frontiers, go the extra mile
Charge ahead, charge your inner battery
Charging through obstacles, set your spirit free
Light your path, light it with your dreams
Lighting up the darkness, nothing's as it seems
Fuel your passions, fuel them day and night
Fuelling your ambitions, keep your goals in sight
Don't be too rigid, rigid minds will break
Rigid rules are meant for you to shake
Be flexible, flexible like a reed
Flexing your strength, that's what you'll need
Channel your emotions, channel them right
Channeling energy into your fight
But don't let them flood, flood your rationality
Flooding your judgment leads to fatality
Remember, my daughters, life's a complex game
Gaming the system isn't the aim
Aim for integrity, aim for what's true
Aiming high, that's what you should do
So face the world, face it head-on
Facing challenges, that's how you'll grow strong
The ball's in your court, court success with zeal
Courting life's adventures, that's the real deal
Now go forth, my daughters, write your story
Story of courage, rationale, and glory
Storying your journey with each passing day
Journeying forward in your unique way
Compassion flows, flows like a river
Flowing through hearts, making us quiver
We feel the pain, the pain of another
Feeling our way to love one another
Confidence rises, rises like the sun
Rising above doubts, doubts come undone
We stand our ground, the ground beneath our feet
Standing tall, ready to meet and greet
Courage roars, roars in the face of fear
Roaring defiance, making our stand clear
We brave the storm, the storm of life's hard knocks
Braving it all, steady as rocks
Empathy bridges, bridges minds and souls
Bridging the gap, making us whole
We walk a mile, a mile in others' shoes
Walking the talk, paying emotional dues
Excitement sparks, sparks fly high and wild
Sparking imaginations, inner child
We light the fuse, the fuse of passion's fire
Lighting up lives with the burning desire
Faith moves mountains, mountains of doubt
Moving us forward when we want to clock out
We trust the path, the path we cannot see
Trusting in things that are yet to be
Gratitude sings, sings in every cell
Singing praises for all that's well
We count our blessings, blessings great and small
Counting the ways life gives its all
Hope springs eternal, eternal as the sky
Springing us forward, teaching us to fly
We seed the future, future yet unborn
Seeding dreams from dusk to morn
Passion burns bright, bright as a flame
Burning through obstacles, putting fear to shame
We fuel the fire, the fire in our belly
Fuelling ambitions that make knees go jelly
Pride swells, swells like the ocean tide
Swelling our hearts, no need to hide
We own our worth, worth more than gold
Owning the story that makes us bold
These emotions paint, paint life's canvas wide
Painting our days with a colourful ride
We feel it all, all that makes us human
Feeling our way through this emotional blooming
So let it flow, flow through every vein
Flowing with life's emotional refrain
For in this mix, the mix of heart and mind
Mixing it up, our true selves we find
The simple line partens the land
And people alike
Dividing thoughts and emotions
Fuelling the enigma of voters
Carried on in name of freedom
We separate ourselves
From ourselves
Making walls and borders
To protect us from raiders
Fearing the advancemnt
In the waters.
The simple line partens the land
And people alike
And how do you justify?
On one side
Earth remains barren
Minds of those in power
And on the other
Fields run lush
Potbellies in full vigour
The simple line partens the land
And people alike.
The air too is distinct
Each nation coloring it in
With smoke and propaganda
Trying to tame the wild winds
The simple line partens the land
And people alike.
So many stand sentry
To defend and secure
Their motherland and more
But no one hears the cry
Of the mother now not
And wife now not
The simple line partens the land
And people alike.
Metal giants and ammunition
Traded more than smiles
Lives taken infinite
But nourished only your might.
Any thought of peace
Proceeded by the blood cry
To avenge that fragile ego
Of power lie
The simple line partens the land
And people alike
Into us and them
So different and yet
The same humans
The same soil
The same children
The same toil.
The simple line partens the land
And people alike
These borders have stood too long
They have created conflicts
Where were none.
Your and my motherland
Is the same.
The same trees
The same flowers
But yet so far away
The simple line partens the land
And people alike.
Hear O hear
Tear down this boundary
And put on wings
Carry free on the winds
Untamed.
Which line you ask?
The one in you
The one that
Differentiates news from you
Which tells to
Ignore the beggars
Ignore the rapists
Ignore the murders
Ignore the fascists
Ignore the peasants
Ignore the corruption
Ignore the ventriloquist media
Dancing in government fingertips
The simple line divides your mind
And your feelings and action
Erase it
In a shroud of darkness
Her stallion neighs , leading death to
where death preys.
As black as the night as cruel as the day
Her aura speaking , in different shades of
grey
Steadying her steed ,the stench of fear
she inhales,
A smile so malicious , in comparison even
Hades would pale.
In blood soaked linen she prowls the
streets
Watching and yearning for hatred to
spill free
For blood to seek blood for vengeance to
covet thee
In the darkness of the shadows she
patiently waits
For when death calls, even fate makes
haste.
In the valley of death,
A golden gate is all that stands in the way
Of greedy wicked souls and judgement
day
Peter's gates seal shut And death stakes
it's claim
With a reign so great even the Roman
empire of olde, would in fear,disappate.
It sends forth its flails
A sentence to forever serve,
For when a black soul is captured
Only it's charred flesh remains unburnt.
Into the flesh of the damned it sinks it's
ravenous teeth
Untill their black hearts
have no blood to bleed
Christened with the power of Hell's
unrelenting Prince
To the depths of the underworld each
soul is dragged through hell 's fire,
forever to stay
Alas! Not even the most powerful can
conquer death
Their wretched lives full of fear and hate
Can never compare to their gruesome
fate
They scream in agony, fuelling hell's
vengeful fire with their pain
Their burning bodies for all eternity , in
hell 's fire will remain.
No bad deed, remains hidden,
no soul left unturned.
For when death stakes it's claim
Time shudders and in the name of destiny
you will disappear.
Once death's icy grips stain your foul soul
You will learn that even an infant ,
suckling on it's mother's breast, is not a
pure soul.
Form:
Pursuing more than a fair rightful need,
Man, thou hast cornered every craven toy,
Coveting vulture-like that grabs with greed,
Indulging more, way far less to enjoy,
Chasing false thrills on thy life’s every shore
To gratify thy voracious desires,
Fuelling around furious forest fires,
Yielding less and less, fielding more and more.
Thou hast far fewer brain spots of pleasure—
Those that fuel in thee a raging fire,
Beware, Nature has a rare erasure
On thy streetcar with a brake-less desire
That darts more dots O driving thou to strive,
Yet, satisfaction does seldom arrive.
Beware O man, ye covet in excess
In hedonic hotspots’ frantic mad chase,
Attempting to get more, enjoying less,
Amidst all boundless bounties art thou blasé!
…..
What ancient wisdom of ours long ere knew,
Science endorses now its weighty view.
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Happenings | 01.04.2007 | desire, joy, pleasure
Poet’s note: A scientific study shows that wanting and liking are separate spots in brain controlled by different circuits. Only when these urges occur in sync, is the impact on brain powerful. But there is a catch. Brain has fewer mechanisms for pleasure than for desire. Hence humans are susceptible to wanting more than they can actually enjoy. Alas, science is only now beginning to understand the Indic thought spiritually and philosophically divined long ago, that too much desire which always frustrates man is not good. Minimizing one’s needs is the key to happiness.
This poem has four stanzas, progressively reducing in size— from eight, to six, to four, to two— the hedonic spots for desire must gradually reduce in sync with those to enjoy.
I lie dead in coffin
With a bit of smell
Doors opening for hell
And silence, like trapped deep inside a well
How ironic is it to see
Everything just vanish in front of your eyes
No happy beats , just weeps and sighs
No sad truth ,just happy lies
I lie there waiting to fell asleep
But the time passes very slow, tick tick tick
In the darkness , enveloped by peace
Death had given me what life could never give
Light seeps from the wood
Like a sword through a shield
Making its way to reach the depths
To free me from hell’s reach
But is it truth or is it a lie?
Like most of the time I spent when I was alive
Putting a fake smile to hide the pain
But alas at last when death comes, all these efforts goes in vain.
Who am i?
Just a rotting body hid in the dirt
A couple of memories that will fade away
A few familiar faces who will sway away
But who am i?
Am I not just another grave in a graveyard?
Am I not just another name on a funeral card?
It was hard to live.. and so now is death.. its hard…
I remember when I was a child
When in in a dark room I used to cry
Cause I thought there was someone hiding behind the door
Someone just beneath my floor
I used to close my eyes
Just weeping, crying
In the darkness I swear I could see
A pair of eyes behind the curtain
As I grew up I became the shadow
I became the one of whom I was afraid the most
I became an unseen face in the crowd
I became a ghost
All the years I have spent living
What did I do?
I was nothing but a cloud guided by the wind
A mastless ship, a traveller with no destination to be
I lie in a coffin
With thoughts fuelling me
I am now in a dilemma..
Am I truly dead ?
Or had I never actually lived??
They want me to be what they want me to be,
I want to be me and I'm a problem you see,
and mum says do what makes them pleased
she wants me to be what she wants me to be,
they want me to be a servant to their needs,
and they disrespect, ignore, and neglect me,
they call me a liar who attention seeks,
they joke openly, and tell everybody,
who don't know me, but suddenly believe,
they know me as needy, that's how they treat me,
my unnoticed grief added to unnoticedly,
as my reality is not real it's just make believe,
as I should be silent and what they want me to be,
a servant beneath who they compete with and beat,
oh I didn't say, in their head a need to better me,
I don't compete yet still they keep repeating,
and now I'm gone forever they say it's a mystery,
saying it's all random made up untrue history,
and that they think my head is gone mentally,
while mum interacts with them and never me,
fuelling their view, their make believe reality,
thinking I'm the problem causing the misery,
she's dead, they're gone and everyone's pissed at me,
she talks her side, they talk their side, I'm not believed,
no one even knows because no one listens to me,
manipulators have a motivation and I simply cease,
anyone they manipulate is someone I don't need,
I'm better off now I've left behind this mental disease,
the people are the disease and their believers are sheep.
They want me to be what they want me to be,
a mental disease who attention seeks,
who admits make believe so the blame is on me,
whilst they're in the free selflessly seen helping me.
Shallow dreams (they tried to get me sectioned)
desperate deeds, because I did reject them,
CONTROL I CEASED.
Little things and tiny moments make me smile,
Adding an extra sheen to my profile.
As I watch nature and look all around,
Umpteen reasons are for me to the peaks of joy mound.
As I hear a bird on a bough sing a merry song,
Enchanting me all the morning long,
Butterflies of joy escape winging from me,
And I too turn a butterfly, my mind flying in glee.
A clear sky with fluffy clouds lights up in me a smile
Fuelling me with the energy to start the day in style.
Sipping a cup of steaming tea early in the morn,
Makes me warm as basking in the mild beams of the rising sun.
I smile as I see flowers in my garden nodding in breeze,
And feel the gentle wind on me as it comes to tease,
It's joy watching summer on tip-toe, nudging its way,
And children in open spaces busy with their play.
Pleasure it's meeting by sheer chance a long- lost friend,
On an arduous journey that seems to have no end,
And knowing that my family is eager to see me win,
Sticking to me unfailingly through thick and thin.
I smile when I receive a warm hug from my partner,
At an unexpected moment with his eyes glowing in desire.
And when I hear the incoherent prattle of my grandchild,
As she displays her toys with a face gleaming in pride.
Smilingly I listen to my favourite song played on repeat
Sure, its sweet melody makes my heart go upbeat,
Summer rains and sprawling fields of wild flower,
Are sweet enough to leave me bathed in smiles’ shower.
The assurance that God is on my side in every strife
Makes me smile, even when I combat the adversities of life.
Of all, lending a helping hand to the ones who ail
And seeing their faces light up gives me a reason to smile.
Wading into the classroom.
Wednesday, 13th June, 2018.
School uniform a bit too tight,
My body pressed against the metal zipper,
Exaggerating my jolly build.
Blasts of crisp, cold air,
Hitting my heat rash-stricken face.
A little discomfort, I felt it.
But not unbearable.
The older kids in my class then,
Not nearly as academically proficient as I was.
They beckoned me to them,
With plastic grins and class notes.
But I could see the assignment.
The one from the day before.
Blank in their books.
It didn't faze me.
I was used to it anyways.
I always believed,
That maybe if I helped them with their work,
They would stop the hurtful gossip at break time.
I may not have been the most adept speaker,
But I wasn't deaf.
I could hear their snarky comments,
Followed by sharing snacks and playing games.
They passed marshmallows at break time,
The awfully sweet scent flicking all the wrong switches,
Nauseating me. I was allergic after all.
I wouldn't dare ask for one. But the SMELL...
I wasn't sure I was going to be able to get through break time,
Inhaling that. One of them snickered, throwing a half eaten one,
To my way. I COULDN'T TAKE IT ANYMORE.
Bolting to the restroom as fast,
As my sub-athletic body could carry me,
I began to throw up in the sink.
The bitter taste of my regurgitated homemade lunch,
Fuelling my dwindling nausea.
More laughter. More taunting words. More isolation.
God, why couldn't I be normal?
Classes ended for that day.
I was finally going home. Happier that way.
Dreading every day in that classroom wasn't really a skill,
When I had tried and tried, and lost my will.
In the days of youth when hearts
were bold, on tender feet, we danced
with joy unbound.
Brimming with hopes and dreams,
we saw the world as a beautifully
exciting playground.
With our eyes, we captured the skies,
chased the sun, raced the winds and
enjoyed walks in the morning air.
Oh, and how we laughed chasing
butterflies and rainbows amidst fields
of green without a worry or a care.
There were days when we built sand
castles and played on the beach
while our fathers fished from Sunrise
to Sunset.
I remember how we argued about
whose father would catch the most
fish, and secretly, with our pocket-
money, we would place a bet.
We climbed fearlessly high up into the
Mango and Tamarind trees.
Daring each other to go higher and
higher, searching out bird nests and
sometimes getting stung by bees.
Each day was an adventure and a
new tale.
Our imagination drifted into
daydreams, fuelling our minds with
incredible thoughts that lingered long
after.
In our diaries, we noted special
moments in detail.
Oh, our days of youth were full
of joyful escapades, giggles, tears
and laughter.
As the years passed, we grew older,
but the treasured memories of
our carefree days of youth kept their
shine and glitter.
The days of youth were not always
sugar and spice, but the sweet
outnumbered the bitter.
The spark of our childhood past will
stay forever ablaze.
And the days of our youth will
always remain embedded in our
hearts, never to be erased.
by Zyrool