Give me a man who's introspects
Who concedes the flaw that's true
Give me a man who can laugh at himself
And can walk in another's shoes.
Give me a man who can stand apart
But who's able to blend in
When the road ends he can restart
He plays fair when he strives to win.
Give me a man who can see the world
Without a filter of preconception
Who can recognize when the script is overthrown
By one nagging exception.
Give me a man who can take a critique
But who can also dish one out
Admitting fault doesn't make you weak
And sometimes there is room for doubt.
Give me a man who hears the quiet voice
The soft alarm that something's wrong
Who steps back, revises his choice
Like rewriting the words of a hit song.
Give me a man who likes to jump in a pond
And swim to the far shore
Who wants to see what lies beyond,
And what the journey's for.
Give me a man with a strong arm and a soft word
Empathetic, but not to the point of harm
Who can go against the herd
When the party line raises an alarm.
Give me the company of men such as these
They'll keep me honest too
A trust so deep to keep at ease
And friends to see me through.
Maya, the veil we may call illusion,
is differentiated perception,
which believing real is delusion,
sensory inputs causing deception,
conditioned belief and preconception.
As long as we believe we’re body-mind,
cravings of ego grip us in their bind,
freedom from which requires a shift to heart,
love enabled, with all mankind entwined,
eye single, whence our God-search quest can start.
MANNERISTA
affected
poses
florid
ornament
maneira
fine
& free
preconception
perceived
in
the left
field
distorted
elongated
exaggerated
over
emphasised
gesticulation
in
discrepancy
of scale
lucidity
post
vivid
virtuosity
unaudited
emotion
blended
in
abandoned
calm
my liquid imagination
sweeps past boundaries
and risks the depths
in a moment
stolen from chaos
spirals of light
defy form
and warm my senses
there is blue
I'm sure
the blue that belongs
in peace
and it came to me
beyond reasoning
through a veil
of preconception
it yawned
and stirred
I became it
we became one
no need for answers
as if......
no question could occur
They call white sour
they call mestizo black
they call oriental yellow
they call indian red
By naming the misfortune
exposing prejudice.
preconcetion fissure !
Emptiness, fatigue, a preconception of suicidal indentations.
While an incredulousness lack of faith dragged me under.
The undertow pulling me down, pulling me in towards a downward spiral.
Pulling me into the fire.
No humorous satire to ease the pain.
No more, “I love you(s) all now refrained.
He blooms intimacy with her,
She got captivate and left unheard,
She kept on weeping and uttering
It led her to stress and discomfort,
He sat stable, greedy, needy of wanting more affection,
he didn't acquaint with her love,
Her notion lead on to put one's trust in faith and reliance,
She then executed her sense of awareness,
He wasn't interested in her, all he had a fancy for her anatomy and bodywork.
He framed her in his misdeed,
She insisted to stop and let her wannabe,
She grew stronger with no strings attached,
Her mortality got split into the illumination of Facts.
One fine day, a flame of inspiration gazed her intonation,
She reflected the melody of a light walker in preconception.
Her milestone of reaching heights were different patterns of rhythm and pauses,
All she flourished with a set of behavioural interventions and causes.
Care in One's Words/Actions (???? ???? ?????)
Silence in Deed, Doesn't Mislead,
Not Lulling Other's Trust to Sleep,
Appearances, Actions are Believed,
Conform to Examinations 'Un-Deep',
Surface 'What Is', Isn't Relieved,
Carefree Talk Tolls are Steep.
Stealing Minds by Impression,
Can be as Severe as 'Gunpoints',
Perhaps Worse, Guns are Confession,
Gullibility Subtlely Anoints,
At Mercy to Self Preconception,
Likewise to Misleading 'Clip Joints"
Speaking truth through lies, in a society so guarded,
Desperate proclamations simply disregarded,
covered by what is maleficent,
unheard and insignificant,
within the draught a cocktail of emotion,
patronising rumours ignite the commotion,
Preconceptions mask the integrity of one’s word,
Misunderstandings faintly disperse, no-one’s truly heard,
a recycled response too quick and bleak,
no chance to think or hear one speak,
confront to unveil the truth,
provoke to aggravate the youth,
flickering flares of cynicism burn the strings by which hope hangs,
scepticism seeping through the caged tigers’ fierce fangs,
rattle the metal, aggregate the beast,
hair lifting, chilling stab, to say the least,
recuperate that which you lack,
self-proclaimed target of attack,
need not exert the power of confidence,
only to be tackled down by ignorance,
A peaceful act goes unnoticed due to preconception of brutality,
Manipulating persuasions, display a distortion of reality,
mercy is only given as defeat is anticipated,
Merry Christmas to all my Poetry Soup Friends and Members with a wonderful
Photo of new born Jesus published around 1960 in an American Poetry book purchased by me second hand around 1967 which I still keep as a Treasure for me. I am also giving a small poem originally written in Hindi as a Muktaq ( A form of Hindi Poetry)
"Muktak - The distinction of poetry in which there is no preconception of the things described"
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Hindi Muktak in English-
"Let all your aspirations and desires
Bloom and bloom freely in your mind
Who knows, when life began to smile again for you
Flowers of your wishes would sprout only, if you have aspirations,
Otherwise, nothing comes from nothing."
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur/ Lucknow India 25th Dec. 2017
Flexibility of my print
Instability of a firm objective
Enamored by the mood thus sent
Could not decree my soul deflective.
Preconception designed for illness,
Hovering circumstances fixed
Longing to make well the stillness
And discard this faithless bother immixed.
Considered informed so much as insightful
I credit deficiency to lonesomeness frightful.
Directly the detriment does dismount
Just as was envisioned
And I am earning my just case,
As is quite honestly provisioned.
Bias puts kibosh on innovation
Preconception to still birth
Predestined by bigots
To be less of such impedimenta
and far more of intention
instead of solitary
and more of intentional connection
What is there to be discovered in bar code religion
that the centuries of a mountain have not already spoken
7 trillion cells working in cooperation form a human
To be less of impartial preconception
and far more of the star field union
instead of the small to insignificance
and more to the miracles resonance
what is there to be discovered in a cold fact of science
that the apparent improbability of existence already says in every single moment
An infinite number of galaxies working in cooperation form a universe
Life bounded by unbounded idea
Dogma of laugh
In the middle of session
Turned the real situation to
Unreal
The sururu or a boggle mind
The characters are disappearing
The length of character and
Breath of character was
Increasing n decreasing the size
The zigzag style of character
Placed in the board
Seems like a jumbling
Mind started shaking
And head eventually fall down
But as soon head was falling
In a quick sease of time
A laugh prevent from falling
Like a blood circulation started
And a sip of water
And a new life
Which in turn reviving from
Unreality to reality
And question was latent
A laugh prevent from
The all the preconception
Expectations
The preconception of reality
Ever warped into a perfect mental construct of things that may come to be
The wishful thinking of the foolish.
Yet those who have a better idea what to expect are shielded.
Shrouded in an understanding of the way things are and the way they will be.
Enables the individual to prepare themselves.
For the inevitable rush of emotion.
Sparked by the circumstances that life brings about.
From the critical decisions that are made, to the changing of time.
When everything crumbles into dust
All that is left is the expectations sanctioned by reality and the crushing on hope.
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