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Private Heaven

Ah, what happened to our little girl?
She doesnt sing like she used to do
Ah, why wont she say it to the world?
She doesnt want us anymore. she is gone
In a private heaven
They may try
But nobody can find you
In a private heaven
Close your eyes
Its waiting right behind you
Ah, when did her laughter fly away?
She doesnt smile like she used to do
Ah, where is her happy yesterday?
She doesnt want us anymore. she is gone
In a private heaven
They may try
But nobody can find you
In a private heaven
Close your eyes
Its waiting right behind you
You cant take our love away - no you cant
You cant take our love away - please dont take
You cant take our love away - no you cant now
You cant take our love away - please dont take it
You cant take our love away - no you cant
You cant take our love away - please dont take
You cant take our love away - cant take it away
You cant take our love away - cant take it away
You cant take our love away - you cant take it away
Ah, will you be coming home again?
She doesnt have somewhere else to go
Ah, who will become your special friend?
I will be taking her away. she is gone
In a private heaven
They may try
But nobody can find you
In a private heaven
Close your eyes
Its waiting right behind you

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Sweet Heaven (I'm In Love Again)

Music by Barry Manilow
Lyric by Bruce Sussman & Jack Feldman
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Sweet heaven I'm in love again
Sweet heaven I'm in love again
You came along now what can I do
I only want to be with you
Sweet heaven here I go again
I'm hooked from head to toe again
One minute I'm so lonely and then
Oh sweet heaven
Hey babe
Now that I've found you life's a song
Say babe
Where were you hiding I've been waiting so long
Sweet heaven I'm in love again
So totally in love again
I'll shout it everywhere I go
I'll sing it on the radio
I want the whole world to know
Sweet heaven I'm in love again

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Love Coming Down

(words & music by jerry chesnut)
I remember how your eyes used to light up
Over promises that I made
But for the first time in my life
I know now how it feels to be afraid
I dont know what Id do if you go away
This would sure be one lonely old town
For a mans so busy going up in the world
That he couldnt see love coming down
Love coming down
I remember all the times you told me
Loves all that matters to you
And looking back now, wondering how I believed
I had things more important to do
I can see how I must have looked to you
Like some fool on a merry-go-round
And that a mans so busy going up in the world
That he couldnt see love going down
Love going down
Cant you see how everything Ive learned
Would just be wasted if you leave me
If you just give one more try
I swear Ill always be here when you need me
If you can find it in your heart to forgive me
Ill try to keep both my feet on the ground
But if a mans so busy going up in the world
That he couldnt see love coming down
Love coming down

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Seeing Through Eyes Of Love

In a world, where too much is not enough
See what human beings do to one another
Alas, ‘stead of seeing through eyes of love
Evil men work mischief upon their brothers


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William Shakespeare

Sonnet 148: O me! what eyes hath love put in my head

O me! what eyes hath love put in my head,
Which have no correspondence with true sight!
Or, if they have, where is my judgment fled,
That censures falsely what they see aright?
If that be fair whereon my false eyes dote,
What means the world to say it is not so?
If it be not, then love doth well denote
Love's eye is not so true as all men's "no."
How can it? O, how can love's eye be true,
That is so vexed with watching and with tears?
No marvel then though I mistake my view;
The sun it self sees not, 'till heaven clears.
O cunning love, with tears thou keep'st me blind,
Lest eyes well-seeing thy foul faults should find.

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Eyes Of Love

looking with
eyes of love
at everything
and everybody

choosing not to
dwell upon see
imperfection
character flaws


imperfections
fade with time
evaporate into
true potential

removing rafter
from own eye
before splinter
in eye of others


seeing as God sees
patient waiting
for love to bloom
in windows of souls

waiting for healing love
to transform hearts
minds souls restoration
birth of loves potential


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William Shakespeare

Sonnet 132: Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me

Thine eyes I love, and they, as pitying me,
Knowing thy heart torment me with disdain,
Have put on black, and loving mourners be,
Looking with pretty ruth upon my pain.
And truly not the morning sun of heaven
Better becomes the grey cheeks of the east,
Nor that full star that ushers in the even
Doth half that glory to the sober west
As those two mourning eyes become thy face.
O, let it then as well beseem thy heart
To mourn for me since mourning doth thee grace,
And suit thy pity like in every part.
Then will I swear beauty herself is black,
And all they foul that thy complexion lack.

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Edmund Spenser

And is there care in heaven, and is there love

And is there care in heaven, and is there love
In heavenly spirits to us creatures base,
That may compassion of our evils move?
There is : else much more wretched were the case
Of men than beasts: but oh! the exceeding grace
Of highest God, that loves his creatures so,
And all his works with mercy doth embrace;
That blessed angels He sends to and fro,
To serve even wicked men, to serve his wicked foe.

How oft do they their silver bowers leave,
And come to succour us that succour want!
How oft do they with golden pinions cleave
The flitting skies, like flying pursuivant,
Against foul fiends to aid us militant!
They for us fight; they watch and duly ward,
And their bright squadrons round about us plant;
And all for love, and nothing for reward:
Oh! why should heavenly God to men have such regard!

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I Envy Them Their Love Of Home

Many left the old Town by the river to work and live in Cities far away
From where they went to school and spent their early years and first saw light of day
But some remained in the Homeplace and there worked for lower pay
And credit them for their love of home those who at home did stay.

They sowed their seed in their Hometown their children and grandchildren still live there
Whilst those with the lust of wander in their hearts went off to work and live elsewhere
To the old Town by the river they remain ever true
And credit them for their love of home since credit they are due.

The ancient river by the old Town ever towards the ocean flow
And to the Countryside it babbles though the Seasons come and go
And another generation of young people into young adults have grown
And the stay at home feel quite content with the only life they've known.

When I say I envy them their love of home 'tis not said with tongue in cheek
Compared to theirs my love of the Hometown to say the least seems weak
The wanderlust was in my heart and from the home shore I went to live far away
Though home is where the heart is you hear some people say.

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God's Ester & Eyes Of Love

ESTHER

Esther of God's Bible became a king's queen
Risking all for the sake of love.
She saved her people form total extinction
By responding to her call from above.

All through history just like Esther
Ladies have pledged to protect and serve.
They love, honor, defend and provide
And it's our admiration they've earned and deserve.

What would life be without a woman's love
Meaningless, lonely, purposeless and sad.
When your blessed by an Esther love her in return
And be sure to let God know you're thankful and glad.

EYES OF LOVE

A mind may see a thousand eyes
Though the heart yearns for two
When the eyes we love have up and gone
To the arms of someone new.

Eyes that twinkle, I distrust
For they are the distant stars.
Eyes in love have a steady glow
Like Venus, the Moon or Mars.

Eyes of love, like planets at night
Use borrowed light to shine.
Eyes are the living lenses
To the camera of our mind.

Eyes tend to believe themselves
Like the blind love of mothers.
Eyes speak without words
To the hearts and souls of others.

LOVE

No rope or cable can hold so tight
What love can do with twine.
No kiss can taste so bittersweet
As the one which captures our mind.

The first sign of love is the last of wisdom
As eager hearts fulfill desire.
Love is just a staple of life
Though heaven sparks the fire.

Heaven knows no rage like love
Once to hatred it has turned.
How wise are we who are such fools
Who forget the lessons we've learned.

Love, indeed, descends from heaven
Like a shooting star across the sky.
Love sometimes stirs the dust,
Till tears fall free from the eye.

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I Wont Need You Anymore

Youre my always and forever.
Youre the one that hung the moon.
After all these nights together
I still get lost in your perfume.
And if I could write a love song,
Every line would tell the truth.
It would be a warm and soft one
And my heart would say to you
When you see me walk on water,
When the sea dont reach the shore
When the fires of hell freeze over,
I wont need you anymore
Oh, the feelings lay so easy,
Lyin here the way we are.
No one else could ever hold me
Like the heavens hold the stars.
When you see me walk on water,
When the sea dont reach the shore
When the fires of hell freeze over,
I wont need you anymore
I wont need you anymore

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Home To You

John michael montgomery
Verse 1.
I get up and battle the day
Things dont always go my way
It might rain but thats okay
I get to come home to you
Verse 2.
Sometimes life may get me down
And I get tired of getting kicked around
I feel lost in this maddening crowd
But I get to come home to you
Chorus:
You are my best friend
And you are where my heart is
And I know at the days end
I get to come home to you
Verse 3.
Hanging out in our old sweatshirts
You let me complain about a hard days work
I dont know what I did to deserve
To get to come home to you
(repeat chorus 2 times)
Ending:
Yes I get to come home to you
Oh I love coming home to you

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Stillness In Time

Written by jay kay and toby smith
Theres a stillness in time
Which I cannot define
Does your heart bleed like mine
For a place we can go
Where the troubles of our time are far away
And I had all my life in front of me
And my darkest days are trouble free
There are so many wondrous things for you to see
If you find that something is going wrong
Look around at what youre running from
You can wait a thousand years in line for that stillness in time
Oh yeah
I felt love in that way
And Im never sad and Im always glad
Anything you give me today
I will be thankful for
People find it hard to be strong
Cos they dont know where theyre coming from
There was nothing left to do but hang for a stillness in time

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07.01.2011

iv dialed your number
half a thousand times
just hoping to hear your voice
on the other line

once i found my courage
to finally make the call.....
iv been missing you so much
have you been missing me at all? ?

i need you here now
more than ever befor
cause if your not by my side
then tell me what worth living for

i finally got the courage
to tell u how i feel
but honestly iv always loved you
and i promise i always will

dont take your time
coming home tonight
cause every second wasted
im here holding on for life

and with every breath i take
i pray your fine
that im the girl
you cant get out of your mind

i never had the courage
to tell you this befor
but the more im away from you
makes me want to love you more

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Keep It Warm

Sweet woman are you feeling right
What was it that you did last night
You made me crazy you made me fly
I cant forget the hungry look in your eye
Ooh whats the matter with me
Im justa runner I was born free
But since I met you I cant leave you alone
Im leaving now but Ill be coming home
Keep it warm at the place by your side
Nobodys gonna take away our magical ride
Keep it warm for me when we talk on the phone
Dont forget will you pretty one that your man is coming homne
Dyou hear the rumor that is going around
Say Im ruined cos Im settled down
Its not true well maybe half and half
You know I love you but I still like a laugh
Ooh Im feeling fine I got it right for the first time
Sweet woman I cant stay for long, but every one will be proved wrong
Im like a gypsy, I need to roam, but dont worry Ill be coming home
I need the danger I need the thrill
I need to know what is over each hill
Ooh Im a different man Im still running but you understand
Since I met you I cant leave you alone
Im leaving now but Ill be coming home

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Hidden Shame

Im sorry to say that you dont know me
Im sad in ways you never understood
Each time I try to tell the ugly truth
You always let it pass you by
You said I d never tell you a lie
Just because I could
Did you really think I was a bad man?
You always said that that should be my middle name
But you dont know the half of it
You dont know how that name fits
You dont know my hidden shame
Hidden shame, shame, shame
That I cant get free
From the blame and the torture
And the misery
Must it be my secret for eternity?
Till you know my hidden shame you really dont know me
Well, theres a different kind of prison
And it dont even have to look much like a cell
Its already on your mind
Boy, we can see it in your eyes
So, heres the bars and walls as well
Well, you know Im never coming home, babe
You said youd stand by me until I cleared my name
Sure its easy to be strong
When you know the charge is wrong
But the days and weeks get long
When youve got a hidden shame
Chorus
I had a friend when I was just a boy
We were like brothers, we would run and hide
And we went walking on a high hillside
And I really dont how it happened
He turned to me and had this strange look in his eye
And not a single word was spoken
I must have pushed him, but I dont remember why
And all at once, he lay there broken
And I walked down without him and I didnt even sigh
Chorus
They say you always hurt the one you love
And Im not saying if I did or if I didnt
But like my shame, that kind of love is always hidden
They locked me up here for the ideas in my head
They never got me for the thing I really did
Chorus

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Selected Poems Of Dr. Mahendra Bhatnagar [2]

[1] O WINGED STEEDS OF DESTINY

O Winged steeds of Destiny!
Holding thy reins
With confidence
And with firm hands,
We will pull them
To give ye direction,
Every time!

Lustrous and indomitable,
We are the sons of the soil
We stand by the toil
We cherish the youthful vigour;
We will pull
Thy bridle — mind you
To give ye direction,
Every time!

O ye, the sentinels and the stars foretelling!
Our labour is marked with brilliance,
We will pull out
Thy light undecaying;
For, we can reach
The inaccessible Space
Through endurance and steadfast endeavours.
O ye, our stars!
We will, forsooth,
Take away from ye
Thy brilliance!

O ye, the moving invisible hand!
Thou art the invincible citadels
Echoing the distressed cries
Of the ill-fated ones!
Bathed in sweat
We will wash
Thy ominous lines,
And singing sweet the inspiring music
Of hard work,
We will break through
Thy citadels
Of distress and destruction!

O winged steeds of Destiny!
We will hold thy bridle
And give ye direction!

 

[2] GIFT OF A LIVELY FAITH

Lots of Lovelove
That I have treasured all my life —
To each of those
Who are distressed
Either by Fate or the ways of the world!

I throw open the gates
Of my small habitation
To give shelter to the life and honour
Of those who are hit
Hard by Nature's ironies,
Or, by worldly ridicules.

O ye,
The downtrodden, distressed, dejected ones!
I welcome you
With the fragrant gleeful bouquets
Of new hopes and a lively faith!

Covet your life with beauty
And fill your heart
With an earthly fragrance!

 

[3] TO THE CONDEMNED WOMAN

O fallen woman
Condemned by the world
Come!
Me would give you cinnabar
To wish you blessedness!

O you,
Who have only known
Deep sighs and wailings
Me would bless your voice
With sweet melodies!
O you,
Who are rich
With the ironies of life,
Come,
Me would bless you
With the mirths of life!

O you,
Who are drooping
Being excommunicated,
Come!
O come,
Me would give you
The abode of lotuses blue!

O you,
Who are deprived of every-thing,
Mocked-at woman!
Come,
O come,
Me would feelingly
Tickle my fingers
Into your rugged locks!
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[4] ACCEPT ME

My wishes:
Like the twinkling stars
On the breast of the blue!

My passions:
Like the bright streams
Of the fast-flowing 'Bhagirathi'!
That rises from the Himalayas!

My feelings:
Like the most beautiful garlands
Of red roses
Fresh, fragrant and blossoming!

I offer these to you
In adoration;
O celestial Beauty!
Every little bit of my heart
Is filled with
Your beautiful golden rays!

Accept me,
O accept me,
Even in my life of mundane existence
I offer to you my purest love!
 
1 Name of the river Ganges.

[5] THE OFFSHOOT

The forward moving force in man
Grows. The offshoot breaks
The hard crust,
Withstanding the onslaughts
Of the whirlwinds
The brilliant sprouts into a new life!
As it grows into a plant
And dances with the winds
In arrogance,
Ominous forces of destruction
Lay down their arms
With a sense of frustration;
And those that wished to sap the energy
Of life — abundant, though —
Give their way.

So do not come
in the offshoot's way,
Do not interfere
With their growth;
Let them sprout and grow
In the sun,
In the open sky!
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[6] WE KNOW IT WELL

We'll march removing hurdles,
Cleaving the dark
We'll march!
For, we know it well —
That lightning flashes not in the blaze of noon!

Awake, incessantly shall we proceed
Erecting an edifice anew.
For, we know it well —
That youth falters not — no, never!

The opposing gales will gaze in wonder,
And the adversities will then quickly end;
For, we know it well —
That the breaths of the undaunted
are wasted not — no, never!

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[7] STOP IT

This is not the voice
Of the down-trodden;
the starving and the naked,
Nor, is it the voice of the human rights!
This is not the voice of amity and accord.
This is not the rescue-boat of the struggling man
Who is caught in the tempest-torn sea!

When you've in your hand
The naked carcass of culture;
When your vulture teeth are red
With blood of the teeming millions
And your breath smells of a deflowered virginity,
How could you talk of human rights,
Kicking the oppressed in their chests
With your iron-boots?
Oh, stop your dirty slogans of peace!
The night has now crossed over the exploited world
And there comes the light flooding in;
Paint not the paper-walls
With spurious colours to deceive —
There they are to speak for the human rights.
The mansion of your meaningless 'humanitarianism'
Will crumble down!
Climbing up the remains
Will each man sing
Fearlessly,
The song of equality!
 

[8] THE DAWN

In the snowy nights
Those who lie
Under a foggy blanket
Like bundles
Drawing their knees unto their chests
Are drowsy and anxious;
But they dream of a new dawn
(Can ever groans eclipse faith?)
As increases the cold,
Nearer moves
The ember of a new life;
The eyes will behold a little while hence
A new dawn, a new millennium,
And the passions of a new life!
For, never shall extinguish the lamp
Of hopes and ambitions,
Of the toiling millions!
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[9] I APPEAL

I appeal today
To the millions of the exploited world;
To the sighs of the starving,
the naked and the oppressed,
The helpless and the hapless ones —
'Do not grope in the dark any more;
Oh, do not cherish in your eyes any dreams,
Open your eyes, my friends!
Ready to greet you, peeps the morn! '
There sings the cuckoo
In the groves,
Time and again, in her high pitched voice —
'A new dawn comes,
Comes a new millennium,
And the world is completely changed! '

I appeal to those who
Climb up the Himalayas
And tread the thorny path
That their goal is almost near hand
And they will certainly attain it soon.
Then will end the long prevailing
disease of exploitation
And the restless faces will beam in cheers.
There will blow a fresh, unpolluted wind
And the mosquitoes that suck the blood
And spread disease in the world
Will then go to the distant, dark corners!

I appeal
Oh, hail the new era,
With an irrepressible, sky-tearing voice;
Let thousands sing
The victory song —
For, the iron strength of the masses
Has this day got the better of the citadel;
Pray, such moments long prevail!

I appeal to those who worship life,
Those who are the living angels on earth,
Who lend their might to the common masses —
Dig deep the soil
The Mother Earth has been waiting for years
To welcome you,
With the gifts of silver and gold.
Strike, strike,
The turn of the poor has come at last!
 

[10] THE TREMOR OF TRAMPLING FEET

When the dormant ocean of humanity
Was stirred to life at the beckoning call
Everyone thought —
There struck the thunderbolt
But lo! that was the thunderous noise
Of the downtrodden!

When the thick walls of the exploiters' citadels
Cracked with the reverberating sounds
Everyone thought —
There rocked the earthquake
But lo! that was the tremor of the
trampling feet,
Of the down trodden!
 

[11] MANY A MAN

The day dawns —
Yet, many a man is sleeping,
They are harvesting the crop —
Yet, many a man is weeping!

The new Ganges flows today —
Yet, many a man is thirsty,
For, behaving like Chatak1 they hold
The water to be poisonous and dirty!

The new breeze blows
Through the fields and barns,
There are many who breathe in freedom;
Still many a man shivers and sighs!

A new world has emerged though,
Some take it still to be an evil world;
Scared of their own shadows,
They are caught in illusions wild!
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1 A mythological Indian bird which drinks only the rain water under the ‘Swati’
constellation. Here it is symbolic of a static and conventional attitude.

[12] THE WORSHIP OF ART

Why, the worship of Art
Fills each heart
With love!

Sing,
The stone will turn into wax,
The hot desert into a tidal sea.

Sing,
The whirlwinds will calm down;
The dark night
Will turn into a golden day.

Sing, O sing,
The birds of life will chirp
In the lonely valleys of death
And the desolate, dreary faces
Will gleam in moonlit smiles!

The worship of Art is meant to lit
Candle in each heart,
Or, fill it with the fragrance
Of sandal wood.

The worship or Art is meant to fill
Each heart with love!

O sing,
The world shall excel the Heaven in beauty,
No man will suffer old age;
A man will only an angel be
And a woman,
A divine damsel she will be!

Sing, O sing,
That the spring may come
To the distressed life;
The boughs and flowers may dance
In mirth;
The eyes may cherish
The sweet dreams.

O sing,
Playing on the world's harp;
Stir each mind
With the priceless tunes of love.

The worship of Art is meant to rouse
A sense of beauty
In every man!
The worship of Art is meant to fill
Each heart, with love!

 
[13] WHAT IS THE SECRET?

The wind is cold!
The night is still
Listless like your lips!
What the matter is?
What the mystery is?
That asleep is each ripple!
Slumber keeps vigil,
Harrowing darkness deep,
Shooting pain is afoot!
The wind is cold!
 

[14] A STATE OF MIND

My desires are oppressed
And restive
To find expression!

My lustful desires
Are carefully preserved by me
In a lone, hidden place,
In the hope
That they will find
Their fulfilment.

My lustful desires
Are restive
And oppressed;
Yet, they are keen to actualize
Themselves
In all experiences.

But, somehow,
The atmosphere is laden
With tear-gas,
Leaving me to weep
Unto myself; Or,
Suffer wrath of the unfulfilled desires!


[15] LIFE

All is being lost;
Nothing gained.

Life is like
An ill-arranged and lonely closed room
Or, like a yacht
On the distant sands with its bottom-holes.

Knotty problems
Tightening their grips all around
Evade solutions.

Life is nothing
But an unwanted comet;
Life is like Sita1 —
Stigmatized and distressed;
A vast river with great whirlpools
And full of swelling waves accursed,
How to cross it?
How to bring peace to the restive mind?

Life is like
An ugly canvas
Full of mud and dust
No world of flowers blossoming it is,
For, that is all a dream.
Destiny always takes us on the wrong path
Leaving nothing for us to cling

Yet I live
On the bed of fire;
Yet I live
Holding a mountain on my head!
Yes, I live in the manner of Siva2
Drinking poison unto the neck!

Life is intricate, complex, too
It's not so easy, not that easy!
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1 The wife of Lord Rama.
2 Lord Shiv is known to be the destroyer as well as the preserver of this world.

[16] THROUGH THE UNWANTED MOMENTS

O giver of life,
Give me love,
If you have given me thirst
Give me nectar to drink.

When the soul is blessed
With a physical mould,
Give it shape, give it beauty;
And fill the heart
With the tidal waves of feeling!

Oh, deny me not the natural emotions,
For, that would make a hell of life,
Or, mean the passing of years without a song
Of love or beauty.

Oh, deny me not the happy Savan1
If you have opened up the eyes to light
Let them rock the countless dreams;
Let my consciousness enjoy
A whit
Freedom from pain or sighs
Oh, tighten not the strings of helpless moments
Let the broken wings of desire play
For a moment before they die.

Oh, do not fix the nail of vile hatred
Into the throbbing heart
Do not reciprocate the fire of anger
For the fire of love.
O giver of life,
Let me taste the sweet smell
Of every flower,
If you have given me life
Let me relax on a creeper's lap
Free from all inhibitions.
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1One of the months of the rainy season.

[17] I ACCEPT

O Large-eyed
The Khanjan1-eyed
Pretty one
The curse
That you have inflicted on me
..... I accept.

O bestower of benedictions!
The life-giver
The poisonous gift
That you have given me
..... I accept.
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1 Wagtail; often used as a simile in Indian Literature for depicting beautiful,
playful eyes.

[18] AN AWARENESS WITHIN

Fill deep the heart
With anguish
And the compassionate eyes
With tears!

Agony is your only fate
Why, accept the hand
Whose lines foretell of a tragic life;
Accept the ice-benumbed, yet lovely, hand,
It has fallen to your lot
Accept it cheerfully.

Why, accept the grief-stricken life;
The tiring moments —
The dark, dirty and tearful moments
Of a darksome life,
Accept them cheerfully.

Yea, fill your iron-heart
With anguish,
And fill your barren eyes
With tears!

The clouds
With the deep salty sea
And the destruction beaconing storm
Have knocked your doors,
Extend them
A hearty welcome.
Accept them gladly
Who have brought for you
A gift of pain!
Sustain on your weak shoulders
The great mountains!
Fill deep the heart
With anguish
And the compassionate eyes
With tears!
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[19] THE IRONY OF FATE

In the flower-beds of my heart
I caused the fragrant flowers to bloom
All, all my life
The flowers of feelings!

All, all my life
I caused the bewitching birds of fancy
like silken slips of multicoloured cloth
To fly free in the immense sky!

I wished I could
All, all my life
Bring the sun and the moon
To the deep most valleys
Of my heart
To kill darkness!

But, why this error,
Oh, Providence!
That the body is tightly tied
with countless snakes
And is encircled with sharp thorns;
That the persistent strokes of the gale
Give gifts of vain venomous dust!
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[20] HOW TO SUFFER PAIN: A POINT OF VIEW

Smile
If the heart aches.
If, however, the pain
Finds its expression
In the slightest wrinkle on the face,
Or, when its expression

Is even half-consciously
Disallowed —
It is only condemnable
Fie it!
It is unmanliness!

Sing
If the heart aches;
Sing with such an ease
That none can ever get at it,
Sing with the honey-soaked voice
The mirths of life!
Let not the dead, pale leaves of autumn
Even slightly rustle,
Oh, sing
The songs of spring!

Sing,
Burying sobs and sighs,
The tinkling, reverberating melodies
Of the ankle-bells;
Sing
Being oblivious of the sad and painful moments
Of a lonely life —
The never ending laughter
Of a boisterous life!

Sing
The songs of love
Love, that is a great boon,
Love, that is priceless,
Love, that smells like Life's
sweet scented shrubs!

Smile
If the heart aches:
Smiles that are milky white,
Smiles that are immaculate white,
Smiles that are silver-like,
Smiles that are moonlight-like!
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[21] THE INCREDIBLE

Inside the auditorium
There are no spectators
It's only me —
The actor,
The hero!

Whose life —
Far from being delightful —
Has been most woeful and tragic.

It's really me
Who lives up to the main story
And sings


In broken voice
It's own requiem:
It's so pathetic, monotonous and uncharming.

I am the 'Bhojak'1
The 'Bhojya'2 too,
Soaked in sorrow,
Made of blue tendons,
Tediously and slowly grown plot;
The introduction, the middle, and the end!

But
Who are you
Like an intoxicating side-plot?
Are you 'Rambha'? 3
Are you 'Urvashi'? 4
Who deviates so sudden
From the main plot?
yes, its all too sudden
So out of place
So unnatural!
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1 A person that rouses an emotion. [A technical term in Sanskrit poetics.]
2 The comprehension of a sentiment. [A technical term in Sanskrit poetics.]
3 A divine damsel.
4 A divine damsel of the court of Lord Indra.

[22] WHO ARE YOU?

In the solitude of this darksome night —
Who has poured
Into my poisonous, bitter self
The sweet words of great consolation —
Sounding like a charming musical note,
Coming from a distance,
Springing a pleasant surprise?

Oh, who is it
That opens the closed windows of my heart
To peep in
Like a spark in the dark clouds
Of a gloomy life?

Who is it
That moves
Into the charred sky, or
Into the sultry suffocating world,
Like the moist-laden east wind?

Oh, who is it
That stirs my consciousness
To mitigate my sufferings?
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[23] A SUBMISSION

The flowers that fade away
Without beaming full smile
On the branches of the earth
Stir my questing spirit!

O my love, forgive me,
If I cannot sing these days
In thy praise.
Forgive me
If I cannot appreciate
The fragrance or the golden beauty
Of the physical mould.
Forgive me
If I cannot smile
At your enchanting beauty!

O my lovely love!
When the flowers are fading
And the world looks like a widow,
What meaning could there be
In the beauty-aids, or
The jingling of the ankle-bells?

Pray, Oh, Pray
That the buds may blossom
And the branches quiver with love!
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[24] THE DUSK

On that hillock —
Hesitatingly sprawls a massy stone,
Black and nude and crude.
Hesitatingly — yes, perhaps,
Someone may now come
To lie on it.
Someone — yes,
May be a lover of heavenly bodies,
May be a poet,
Or, a deserted lover,
Or, someone fretted with the world!

All around the hillock
On the dark soil
Spreads a big velvet;
May be a blanket, if not a velvet,
That covers the one who 'sleeps'.

Nearby, there is the lake:
The rays of the setting sun
Weaken their embrace of the soft ripples,
Reassuring them to visit them the next day,
Say
'Like the home-bound birds of twilight sure
We'll visit again,
Now you go to sleep! '

A soft breeze blows
As if dame in georgette sari
Crossed this way. Oh,
What a charming scene! But
Before I could enjoy it,
A rustic painter slowly but callously —
Painted it black!
It can't be redeemed —
May you, however, smudge the white
Several times
On the blue sky
It can't be redeemed!

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[25] NEW LIFE

[On the stage, a young man sings in a pathetic tone. His hairs are dry and dishevelled. Its' dark on the stage; the young man's face is, however, dimly lighted. As he sings, soft melody of an instrument — quite in tune with the song — comes from behind the curtain.

Man's life is filled with helpless moments;
The days and nights are all dark and dreary
And the stale talk of those dire needs
Rap my heart —
How long will it take the rains to come?
The song of life is left half-sung — never done!
My life is given to helplessness!

The same old dreams deceive as yet,
And the heart is filled
With those very lusts, throbs and commotions —
How long will it take a new world to bear?
My life is filled with dreary moments!
My life is given to helplessness!

[The background music becomes a little high-pitched and a female voice, as yet subdued and indistinct, is heard, also echoing the tune of the song. The young man continues to sing...

The hot winds blow
Howling at the nests,
Scaring me to wonder —
How long will it take the spring to bloom?
My life is fading amidst autumn's dead leaves!
My life is given to helplessness!

[The approaching sounds of the ankle-bells accompany the melodious voice of the lady and the instrument. The voice of the young man becomes soft; but all the same he goes on singing...

My fatigue-intoxicated body aches
And my heart is rendered
Weak, helpless and demoralized —
How long will it take to beam a smile?
My life becomes a show of skeleton!
My life is given to helplessness!

[A young and vivacious lady appears on the stage. She is basked in colourful light. She is the symbol of a New Life. The young man looks at her in amazement and his song abruptly stops. But, he background music becomes somewhat sharp...

Man's morrow is bright and gay,
Be it though not a better path,
Strewn with thorns, an intractable path,
But he tramples down the thorns
Alleviating adversities comes then
the New Life beaming smiles!
Mitigating darkness comes then
the New Life showering light!

[As soon as the words, 'beaming smiles' are heard her face beams with smile. The young man, singing the background music, approaches the Lady of Life. His dry hairs wave in the air; and the Lady of Life holds his hands into hers. Then the melodies of the instrument, the song and the ankle-bells linger to reverberate for a little while.]

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Golden Sails

As limited as time
so too- is my love for you;
Caresses of your neck
Fill up my once empty heart;
Starved for your eyes
The twinkle from them sates me;
At peace in your arms
Is like coming home;
Life could not be-
Any sweeter...
Any more fulfilling...
Than it is right now-
In this very moement;
As limitless as the sky...
As bountiful as the sea...
Won't you come sail away with me?


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October 8,2010

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I Miss(ed) You

o' long lonely days
of miles away
my forehead bathes in sweat
in the bare gardens of loneliness
forgotten in boredom or happiness?
as my unusual face
looks at a distant place
so far in distance
to see (un) clearly who is coming
to my scene
with an unusual laughter
to be a happy man again
for i miss(ed) you so much
my dear love....

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'i miss(ed) you'
'hands of hope' book no.9 of 2012
aug.2012

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