NITYAJEEVI - POETRY

Crying in the rain

2016-08-09T22:42:00.001+08:00

I cry in rain
So my tears be washed
Undetected by others.
Alone i walk
As the rain washes
Away my footprints.
The trail i take
Is becoming a lake
Five inches high
My ankles drowned.
This life this trail
In cold takes me somewhere
And my tears drop incessantly
Swimming in the pool of water.
I wish i wish
In the rain that falls
My anguish be cleansed
And contentment rise.
I cry in rain
So my tears be washed
Undetected by others.

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This night

2016-08-09T22:38:00.001+08:00

Tonight the storm full of thunder
and lightnings
Not just rain but wind together,
The earth basks in merriness
The trees in wildest gyration
Birds and animals unto hiding,
Except for man still roaming
With machines and more machines!!
The yell of thunder
Nor the tears of the sky
Means anything to him.
The rain continuously comes
The light and sound cease not yet
In darkness the night is so beautiful
Like the painted sky in darkest clouds.

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A peaceful world...

2016-08-09T22:36:00.001+08:00

No guns no knives
Do not make a peaceful world;
But, a little of time
With love and tolerance
A beautiful world is certain
And there shall rise hope.
A heart is all the space needed
For a world of peace begins here.

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Whispers from the past

2016-08-09T22:35:00.000+08:00

The evening passed by
With whispers of the wind,
Voices of those no more around
It brought along to greet me.

Irony of life
Is the mystery of the future
The unknown always intrigues
What more if it carry voices from the past.
As the wind blows
Remember that along with it
Whispers from past do come along.

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Flower of thoughs

2016-08-09T22:34:00.000+08:00

Flowers made of thoughts
Bloom in colors many
Some become one with soul
With flesh some grow together
Some thoughts in faintest glow
Yet like wild horses roam free.
Flowers made of thoughts
Bloom in colors many
Some heinous in nature
Between mind and flesh
Swing unsettle and depressive.
And this the fate of many
Weaving gloomy dreams
With dark colors of vengeance
Ghosts they become in life
Destroying themselves and others too.

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Labelling

2016-08-09T22:27:00.001+08:00

Every man has a dark side. But, the dark side is not necessarily be black in color. Perhaps what appears dark is just a thin veil of blackness over a white side, self-imposed or imposed by others. Labeling is but a vicious insanity. What you wish to see that alone will appear to you.

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The Past

2016-08-09T22:26:00.000+08:00

Many a times I laid the past to rest
A burial ground of many incidences
But, somewhere along the time
I misplaced the key to lock the gate to the past
And, the past comes rushing wildly towards me,
But, the key is not within the grasp!!

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Poetry, wine immortal!

2016-08-09T22:24:00.003+08:00

Poetry is wine immortal
Mind and soul in total
Words but energy
Verses make rivers,
At its deepest
ocean of wine.

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Silence of this night

2016-08-09T22:20:00.000+08:00

Silence of this night
Weaves my tears
A crystal garland it makes
For a heart void of many joys.
I wonder why this drama continues
A life I wonder if had I ever lived
Or a wonderful live I live not
This life a desert or a meadow?

The silence continues, I am
Searching a magical moment
Between raining tears
And, fragile fears.

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Table Lamp

2016-08-09T22:17:00.004+08:00

The dim table lamp
Peeps deep into the night
Caressing me with wonderful feel
Its beauty as ever remains the same.

The dim table lamp
A silent witness
Though cast many shadows
Of doubts around.
Occupying a small space
On my study table
It lightens up a large space
Soothing the eyes from pains.
The moment is fast seeping
Unto dimensionless time
Yet the light diligently remains
Absorbing me and my thoughts in meditation.
In dimness, the darkness unraveled
A beauty emerges with shadows around
Euphorically fuels the soul and
Synching the mind in joyous mood.

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Will it dawn...

2016-06-06T00:09:00.000+08:00

Covered by lichen
The sterile heart
Hardens day by day.

I wonder when the shine will be
For the golden age to rise
To claim the height that we belong too
The pinnacle of soul!!

Deadlier than death.......

2016-06-02T01:16:00.005+08:00

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the worst of words and careless deeds,
that let the living man flow in the street
in the name of poverty and homelessness
with labels unheard before in the name of research!!

pretense and glamor
make fine the rusted world
polishing the rust to glitter
the surface shines but not the beneath!!

superfluous expressions in mountainous height
dressed the minds and mouths of many
with hands tied neatly across their chest
and head held high up staring at the silent hills!!

this disease deadlier than death
becomes of humanity, none is spared
we generously let man flow in the street
in the name of charity we throw something
and humanity we call it!!

the good still rises
but deadlier still is this disease

I call it - NEGLECTION!!

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Silent revolution

2016-05-12T16:45:00.000+08:00

The voices unheard, a tsunami yet to rise
Rivers will die as tears dry due to heat
Emotion bleeds but not in vain
Only to raise the alarm of another reign,

Suppression don't kill but raise
The unwarranted!!

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Anarchy

2016-05-12T16:42:00.005+08:00

The spoken is silenced
The dead is revived
To revile the good
The devils playing divine!!

Devilishness

2016-01-07T20:19:00.004+08:00

Ugliness finds its way
through a mind split into pieces
shredded by all the wanton desires
naturally destructive.

It pains to see faces
masked in layers of wickedness
one by one added over the years,
finest act of camouflage
by brutes in human forms.

Bottling the devils in subtlest form,
name all the evilest of emotion
nicely packed and kept
yet man is his label.

Irony of life
amazes me
as I see the devils
surviving the onslaught
of values divine,
and man is his label
allowed to harangue
stuffing many ears of kind hearts!!

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Sounds of impermanence

2016-01-03T23:09:00.000+08:00

Rustling leaves swaying trees
Blowing wind warming sun
Shining stars beaming moon
Dancing waves witnessing oceans
Light-less nights brightest days
Running streams flowing rivers
Standing hills rising mountains
Chirping birds growling beasts
Burrowing worms slithering snakes
Trumpeting elephants bleating goats
Unseen viruses unseen Bacteria
Fleeting moments skipping heartbeats
Rolling years growing desires
Shrinking physiques wrinkling skin
Comforting pleasure depressing pain
Rolling tears smiling faces
Living man midst the dying ones
Dying man midst the living ones
Battling minds and baffling minds
Energizing hopes and killing sorrows

Dances on the stage called life
Until final rest it devours all but the spirit...,
Every second the musics I hear
And dances I see
I enjoy the sounds of impermanence
And the visions that keep rolling,
All that remain is but impermanence.

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Pain

2016-01-03T23:07:00.001+08:00

The pain seeps through the veins
Conquering mind before reaching for the soul.

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Irony

2015-11-24T22:38:00.002+08:00

How long this life shall remain shrouded
Between glitters of joy and
blackness of desperation;
The water visible but not the ocean!

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Evening Sky

2015-11-24T22:36:00.002+08:00

The rosy sky beyond the hills high
Welcomes the transition in the evening guise
A language for the heart to whisper
and soul to bask in peace,
Nature's masterpiece for the rippleless minds.

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Divine Hands

2015-11-24T22:30:00.002+08:00

Falling sunlight spreads the colors all around
A feast of peace for he who has settled in his heart
The brush unseen, nor the artist's hands
That's the marvel of the one hidden among the creation,

A task well done, anonymously.

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Reality

2015-11-24T22:28:00.000+08:00

Repository of life
Is not mountain high
Nor walled holiness,
Beyond all
Yet still within, vaulted well

It is
It is
It is
Safely in the mind.

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Somewhere Along A Street

2015-10-24T08:03:00.002+08:00

A moment quiet

In the depth of time

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see shadows of the past

Passing hither and tither

Crossing every narrow path

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

A moment quite

Like the stillness of Monet's impression

Colors and light, but quietness inexplicable

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see trails of laughter shrouded in pain

Floating in the musky air

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see deadness all along, shadowy though

Masking a reality of a world of battling egos

Where the fittest survives, the weakest dies

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see I am becoming a shadow

Trying to hide from the war

That paints the earth with blood

And buries the body of many

Somewhere along a street

Seemingly endless.

I see

I am awakened

A dream gone

But the grimy faces of war

Remain

to stitch gory stories

Of maimed physiques, blinded souls,

And hopelessness.

A Friend

2015-10-13T22:42:00.001+08:00

(I am dedicating this poem to a wonderful friend, Mary Sawariyar from Johor, Malaysia)

A gift so priceless

A true friend that comes along

In this sojourn called life.

Rare indeed this precious gems

Through good times all shall stand by

But, through bad times only a handful remains;

Like the flame seated on a pure white candle

While burning steadily, it may flicker occasionally,

But, till the last drop of wax comes to an end

It shall remain there casting brightness all around;

Like the dark clouds with whimsical smiles

Thrown at the skies and all that beyond

Friendship may stumble and fall

But, the divinity of friendship will never fail,

The silver lining always tell the tale of this.

A gift I have gotten from the Highest One

A teacher, a friend, a sister and a listener

To learn from, to share with, to joke along

And to pour the joy and pain

A wonderful friend called Mary.

Thank you my dear friend.

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The Taiping Night

2015-05-25T22:06:00.002+08:00

The moody night
With cloudy veil
Still a sight to delight
Before I hear the wail.
This night like any other night
Tells some stories in the darkness
Leaving shadowy footprints
Of the daytime concealed now.

An aura of peace amidst the roar
Descends from between the clouds
Soothing my heart filling my moment
Casting the devil of sorrow.
This night is Taiping night
A wonder that wrapped the soul
And I am lost in peace.

(*Taiping is a heritage town with a lot of historical landmarks. Located in the state of Perak, Malaysia).

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Polish, unceasingly

2015-05-25T22:05:00.001+08:00

Never was and never will be
A life with all shine, golden shine
But no dullness, never will be.

For a brass to shine polish the brass neatly
So goes for life, polish it daily unceasingly
Losing the shine is very much human
But are no mere mortal, we can rise when we have to
So say the wise ones long gone in time.

Never was and never will be
A life with all shine, golden shine
But no dullness, never will be.

A path without its ups and downs
Let me tell you is imagery and
this lasting not long.

When the shine stops, remember
It's time to polish again, unceasingly
For what a dull life would it become
In the absence of a little hard work,

Polish and let it shine.

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