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My Christmas
To me Christmas is a Grand Celebration
irrespective of any religion,
world- wide accepted by every nation.
Exchange of warm wishes is prime.
Entertainment and heartiest Greeting
cheerful, joyful, beautiful meting
of friends, relatives, family and sibling
yearns to enjoy the festive time.
Happy birthday to Jesus, the Great Personality
I do not value Hinduism or Christianity.
By birth though Hindu, I honour only Humanity
the unique religion I like to follow.
Each year I decorate Christmas Tree.
I hang stars, jingle bells to swing free.
I invite my loved ones and make merry.
Bright candles are lighted and delighted to glow
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it clutches me
a soft murmur at first
then a persistent hum
within the ears
a need to carve
to create into being
what doesn't yet exist
a feverish urge
an obdurate obsession
to shape unseen silhouettes
beyond the generic shine
my hands jerk
even in sleep
imagining brushstrokes
that paint with clay
with thoughts
like tangled vines
climbing the walls of my mind
seeking in the sky
a long-lingering lantern
lighting my being
with the fire of inspiration
the world outside fades
its edges blurred
its pressing voices
drowned by this passion
a song of creation
a siren's call
promising solace
a momentary peace
as this obsession
is obdurate
does not truly fade
it endures as a coiled spring
for the next clue
the next irresistible impulse
to build, to write, to paint
to sculpt the air
into something tangible
something that breathes
a hunger that can`t be sated
a thirst that can`t be quenched
caught in the web
of this obdurate obsession
I engage myself
to the toil of creating
irrespective of price to pay
for in the act of carving
I feel most alive
being myself
even as I am consumed
this unyielding urge
this burning flame
shapes me to who I am
as I try to carve for the world
whether or not it greets
the piece of art
the string of words
with lenient eyes
or considerate ears
across time and space.
TO THE INNOCENCE OF LOVE OF SELF
Dwelling in the court
Of the inner sanctum
Of self-contemplation,
Sage mind of jurisprudence,
Charged my heart
With abject neglect:-
Not of cherished others,
But of the me that I am;
And that I must love myself
As much—if not more–
Than I love others:-
And furthermore,
That me, myself and I,
Should love each other,
As the God of love loves us:-
Oh, my God! The mind
Reprimanding the heart!
Am I forced to take
The 5th, lest I self-incriminate
My poor self by subjecting my heart
To become a pawn of the mind??
For so long–in innocence–I’ve been guilty
Of backwards love, leaving self-love,
Collecting dust on the shelf of self:-
Jesus! Me, myself, and I, for so long,
Have been strangers to each other:
We each, giving unto others, all that love
Which loving God long ago sanctioned,
That as one, should be given unto self:-
Yes, "to err is human; to forgive is divine."
Aren’t I, myself, and me worthy of earthly divinity?
Forgive me, self–please forgive me–little did I know
That self-love never needs any defense or acquittal;
And this is irrespective of it being found guilty of purpose:
Loving who I am, who I have been, and who I always will be:-
Hey, welcome home: you, me, and myself, I’ve dearly missed y’all:-
We all know 'America' is classed as the land of the free
But any country can only be so, if it includes you and thee
Just like life is, irrespective of your circumstances, they be
For no one should be oppressed, in stone scribed, decreed
But sadly this doesn't happen, be it in many walks of life
To being badgered in your workplace, or on the way home
Even amidst relationships, when actions become traction
No wonder minds become stressed in endless lost roam
Sadly amidst life and it's walkways, canals, motorways, mm
It'll always surface crawling to it's cringe-worthy extreme
Then there's suppression, be we you, us, she or them, him
For whence anger commits, thence throws, becomes, bedlam!
Sirens!
Tough in spending even in abundance of resources
Indifference shown to priority of any needed purchase
Giving is rendered a gruesome punishment to mankind
Hall of famer to the accuracy of the expression of feelings
Tight fisted, closed minded and currency conscious in all situations.
A swollen wallet ironically ignites the need for fewer expenses
River accumulating water to the point of flooding but never overflows
So in control of the inside irrespective of the nature of the outside
Even the cheapest budget suffers the axe of a calculative cut down
I have been considerate in swallowing every pain at a cost.
And with clarified sentiment have I made my hurtful heart to give out a natural smile instead of a fake one.
Only based on one chance do I feel the world should cheer about who they think of me.
I won't deny the fact that you're part of those I choose to love.
Those I choose to make the best point to make their heart have more graceful beatings inside of them.
Though my heart is full of doubt,
I still hold no one a grudge.
Even no life proves our individuality comes without imperfections,
You mean perfectly in repairing my shackled bones within a twinkling of an eye.
That's when I see a touching grin on your beautiful face.
Maybe you would let this be a fake wish.
Bet you me a privilege,
Maybe I've got you sadness and trending heartache.
Definitely that's what you might wish to say?
In fact,I can't take away the spec of shame from my own optical senses,
so am I not legitimate to get any log out off yours.
To God alone do I give his due honour.
For allowing me to have compassion towards each and everyone,irrespective of which feeling is been selected from the scope of perceptible options as an exchange to what I have for the world.
The belief is to hurt no one.
Even if I do,I count myself to face the anger of both the silent and the loud.
God love is a healing antidote.
And I thank God for serving me a dose.
I bless him for helping my kind to be acceptable before his presence.
And I'm grateful to him for you being so relevant.
Wisely,heavenly love is what we should thirst for.
The most awesome treasure my heart will indeed keep even an eon to adore.
Maame just stay cemented to understand that....
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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We always eulogize a child on his birth
We also eulogize a person on his death
On both occasions he is unable to appreciate the praise
At birth he is unable to understand the words
At death his ears are unresponsive to the sound
Why do we always say good things on these occasions?
Must we confine our eulogy only to these occasions?
A child doesn’t understand our words at the time of his birth
So it doesn’t matter whatever our words may sound
The logic isn’t the same for a person on his death
We have an innate fear that his spirit is hearing our words
We wish to impress the spirit by using words of praise
Why should we impress the spirit with words of praise?
There is a belief that the spirit will leave after such occasions
Some believe that the spirits are not influenced by words
Our fate after death depends on all our deeds after birth
All good deeds will be rewarded by the Creator after death
Fate is not decided on words irrespective of how it may sound
It is impossible to infer true feelings from how the words sound
We often pretend to please others by telling words of praise
These pretensions are useless when hearing ability ceases on death
But may be fruitful when spoken to others on different occasions
It is ineffective when the sense of hearing is undeveloped at birth
The generation of feelings depends upon how we express the words
Human relations depend on how we express our feelings in words.
Expressions, conveying different feelings, are said in a varying sound
The effectiveness is lost when conveyed to a child at birth
Damaged human relations can be repaired through words of praise
The appropriate expressions must be chosen to suit the occasion
Feelings and expressions must amalgamate in the occasion of death
One of the most solemn occasions in life is that of death
While expressing feelings we carefully select the words
The choice of words matches the vibes of the occasions
The speeches are characterized by a particular sound
On such occasions we forget our true feelings and praise
Ebullient feelings are aroused on the occasion of birth
The strength of a relationship is expressed by the identity of the sound
The effectiveness of the expressions rest on the choice of words
Alas! The only expressions a child has are cries at birth
Luck! What does it mean
Only those could know it who are keen
And what I think is,
Like an ice-cream coupon may it be seen.
Irrespective of deservance
Millions of acceptance
Everyone is exception
Everywhere is deception.
And thus, all of them complaint
But only few or none reframe
Of what they deserve
And what they should gain.
And me?
I need to fly
But there’s no sky
I wanted to catch
But resulted to snatch
Strange this world is
That a luck is to be scratched!!!
Foolish man
Says there is no God
And that the universe was created from chaos
But what this poor simpleton did not know
Was that the sun did not shine by accident
And the moon did not rise by mistake
Foolish man says there is no God
And that the man evolved from apes
But evolution is a blunder
The Lord who made lighting and thunder
Made everything in a perfect order
Foolish man says there is no God and question His existence
But the Lord created time
And He controls men’s mind
A world driven by sin
Will always be in a mess
But if you let the Sheppard lead you
You are sure to make success
Foolish man says there is no God
And argues that destiny is a joke
But a no man on this earth wishes to be broke
And if wishes were horses beggars will fly
And if all men could conquer fate
Then no man will die
Foolish man says there is no God
And argues that he has never since His face
But the face of the Lord is on every man’s face irrespective of his race
Foolish man says there is no God
And he claims that every event in the world has a rational explanation
But he could not explain what happened on the 23 of February
When his helicopters vanish
Or he suddenly started speaking Spanish
And he pondered and he pondered and he pondered
Foolish man says there is no God
And he thinks he has secrets hidden in vaults
But the Lord is omnipresent
And no matter what you do
He will see you and can stop you even before you are through