Kemms, 10 august 2012
Sometimes reaching an aim
Can be a difficult mission
But if there is a desire
There is also a way
Sometimes when almost succeeded
You break and forget your intent
But when you are so close
Why wanting to fail?
Sometimes you pity yourself
Keep asking why me?
But there is always a reason
You’ve been chosen for reaching this aim
And when you decide
You’re determined to fly
The long path will satisfy you
And make you grow inside
Tribhawan Kaul, 10 august 2012
Modern couples are busy in this materialistic world. After initial mutul admiration and attraction dies down, they realise something amiss in their lives.
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Quote
“Behold me not
with your lovely wide expressive eyes
I have no words for appreciation
you may be divine
withholding your desires
I am a mortal
yielding to
basic intentions.”
Unquote.
Remember the day
when we had met
I had said so
and you
blooming like a lotus
opened your arms.
I remained a mute witness
to a ravishing storm.
We never knew
what had struck
a volcano of possessiveness
or a love bug
both destroyed us
before we could shrug.
Ego made us discrete
pride to tweet
on cross ,we put our relationship
space ,we never wanted to yield.
Trust we lost
faith never gained
post-mortem we did
but it was never the same.
Where love has gone ?
Where should I find ?
Alas!
we have forgotten our way
In our daily grind.
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul
Kemms, 9 august 2012
She used to be a clever girl
With a lot of patience and potential
But she wasn’t pretty and not sexy
That’s why nobody liked her
She was innocent and naive little girl
Successful in what she was doing
Sometimes lost in her own minds
Sometimes worn in black
She dreamt about her getting famous
World-known for her expressions
She used to have a positive direction
And everyone would know her
Then she wanted some attention
A little love, a man’s touch
But she wasn’t pretty and not sexy
And that’s why guys didn’t like her
Depression became her best friend
Nothing made her smile anymore
She felt less than average
Typical inquisitive insane initiator
She’s lost all her talents
Believing world’s condition
The appearance is
What makes a person …
What is this world we live in?
cauchy3, 9 august 2012
ESSAY-(all)….
All my favor critical theorems on faiths are conditional stimulus by come on ways. Our belief is weak or strong are chances of conditional reflexes. All my favor points to criticize china commie is life.
China kills.
Maoism kills.
WUJANTO kills.
Tyrants kill.
Dream of mine is ghosts but nothing gods. Dreams of tyrants all are odds. Dreams of tyrants all are hosts.
Tyrants pick it up are dreams of godlike powers and forces. Painful pains to peoples much are much.
More strong would be desires for more with wealth, possessions, or self esteems or comforts or powers.
More in minds than bodies can have as such.
Logic illicit and moral hazards are easy to come.
What a toady to gods is not what a toady to bosses as over lords.
Bossy tyrants are either standard maker or killers.
Bend to your front is kowtow good.
Kowtow all may bend our wills then laws.
Damn our commie needs the fronts and center taking.
However tyrants’ front offices deal a case of smooth in ways but sometimes quite cruel.
Claptraps always have claques that hired.
Clarion calls are call for front.
Fronts are bright with rays of lights but rear is chills and dark.
All clarion calls as most are tyrants’ tricks.
They some subset of doings are making us to change the focus of life as like to quarrel and banging hard to the foreign commie foes by declared so called laws.
Some is to drum at America.
--------Cheung Shun Sang=Cauchy3---------
Joe Breunig, 9 august 2012
In diligent search of God
was the dark heretic,
a master of the natural world
and our father of modern physics.
In defiance of the Church
stood Sir Isaac Newton alone,
cloistered in his office, clinging…
To personal beliefs, of his own.
Interest in “The End Times”
was his lifelong, secret mission -
His papers were intentionally hidden,
from recognizing the gravity of his situation.
In the study of Divine Prophesy,
Newton poured incessantly over The Word,
convinced that his Doomsday calculations were…
Godly insights - that he alone had learned.
Indeed, we are seeing natural disasters and earthquakes;
however, God stated that “no man shall know the date”.
So in 2060, will Newton have the last laugh,
regarding his expected demise of all human fate?
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Joe Breunig, 9 august 2012
Oh my Lord –
When will You come?
Will I be found, before my earthly life is done?
Will I experience Your Resurrection Power
and observe how sin You have conquered & devoured?
It’s a win-win scenario, for me, in any case –
As I long to see Your radiance, revealed at Heaven’s pace.
To enter Your gates with humble willingness
is real, knowing that I’m clothed by Your Righteousness.
When will You come?
Will I be found, before Death has finally succumbed?
Although Your timetable has not been uncovered,
thankfully, Your Grace I’ve discovered.
Oh my Lord, I’m standing in line -
To witness Your Return, within the span of Eternity’s time.
Author Note:
Learn more about me and my poetry at:
http://www.squidoo.com/book-isbn-1419650513/
Tribhawan Kaul, 9 august 2012
Deep insight into our complex mind
and one finds
I
dominating our lives
hub
around which revolves our existence
touch, taste, hear, see and smell
senses
like crossroads
creating diversions
difficult to navigate
a path straight.
In the maze of selfishness
mine, yours, ours, theirs
nothing matters but
I.
Once perception of reality
and realization dawns
that
I and you are not
we
but ONE
one becomes the conqueror
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All rights reserved/Tribhawan Kaul.
Satish Verma, 9 august 2012
It was getting dark.
The insane curve of greed was rising.
I would not draw the boundaries
between the words.
The finch was immersed
in soliloquies and light was waiting
inside the seeds.
I open my eyes
and yell at the clouds in hyperboles
becoming stranger to myself.
Who belongs here
in slit eyes? Each flower was leaving
a blemish, for the winter.
Tell me,
who you are in the twist of reality.
A proverb is going to be taken away.
Satish Verma
DarkX474, 9 august 2012
Keep your friends close
Keep your enemies closer
Would that make me my own enemy
Could I be the one hurting myself
Life may bring us lots of holes and dead ends
But I can make myself no enemy
I or enemy could be the biggest fear
Which controls our optimism, hopes and reality
But I can make myself be no enemy
Take no regrets to seeing the sky
Take no parasite to put you down
Hopes and dignity make all my possibilities
So I can make myself no enemies
Light vs. Dark is like your thoughts vs. truth
Life may break or torn parts of you
But you and I make ourselves no enemy.
Enemies should be our fear not are friend
Take your eyes of the moon and see the star from the ground
Life may be holes, but we can patch it up.
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