Writing Village:Poetry

When She Smiles…

2011-03-22T08:19:00.001-07:00

When she smiles gloom dies,
When she smiles bloom sighs.
When she smiles meaningful becomes life,
When she smiles happiness becomes rife.
When she smiles life gets confident,
When she smiles strife gets absent.
When she smiles, blissful becomes surround,
When she smiles, beautiful becomes around.
When she smiles, rainbow glowers,
When she smiles, glee-bow showers.
When she smiles, earth becomes more new,
When she smiles, sky becomes pure view.
When she smiles, dew gets sheen,
When she smiles, hope gets umpteen.
(Dedicated to a friend who inspires life)

Contributed by Neeraj Kumar
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Twelfth Rib

2009-11-11T01:18:00.000-08:00

Women, descendants of Eve,

Are the best thing to happen, I believe.

Imagine Adam, in the Garden roaming alone,

Every breath must have been a bored moan.

His life was bliss, banal, full of leisure,

Unaware he was, of worldly pleasure.

This Guy needs company, he needs to laugh,

Thus came along Eve, the better half.

Apple she introduced and the knowledge ace,

With her blessings, thus started the human race.

To call it Adam’s downfall, is surprising,

Rather than that, it was human uprising.

To Adam’s life, she added color and hues,

And to this day, it still continues.

From times immemorial, such is the tale,

Man’s life revolves around a female.

From the moment of birth, till he dies,

For the comfort of female company, he cries.

Find the right company, and he can stand tall,

Beware, she can be the reason of a major downfall.

Every successful man has a female in the hind,

Doomed are they when she turns fiend.

She is the source of ecstasy, also of agony,

She can be fountain of joy, or of pain a many.

She can take you low, she can take you high,

She can make you laugh, she can make you cry.

She can make you miserable, or happy and gay,

Two sides of the same coin, I would say.

Statement to the contrary, are void and null,

Life without women, would be extremely dull.

Just one rib and life is enriched with colorful tones,

How I wish, Adam had donated all his bones!!!!!

contributed by: ~G.S. Battu

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There is no Love in a Call Centre

2009-08-19T11:04:00.000-07:00

There is no Love in a Call Centre

There is no love in a call centre
No love
No sound

Only when we walk through the park; the rain just starting and the cobwebs sparkling
The church steeple I form with your hand

There is no love in a call centre
Never clean
Never warm

The sky mixes light blue with cream as we watch two rainbows for some time
Then notice they have gone

There is no love in a call centre

Each day I slide my name In and Out, these are the days I saw
The four foot square carpeted floor, is that all I are?

There is no love in a call centre
No light
No home
We go to sleep with the comedy hour, Alex Riley burbles away
Old Harry’s Game we play
We try to keep the telescope steady and frame the surface of the moon, the booklet tells us how
But without a drink, we shook too much, and knew we must come down

There is no love in a call centre
Only time
Only days

Around a desk, we old guys
Try to remember something genuinely funny that happened years ago
To someone who doesn’t work here now
To convince the new folk that it’s okay, there are benefits in becoming us

But stagger back
With half arsed smiles
And recognize the same

Thought our lives would amount to more
Than dream fading, interest waning, how far can I push this,
Shame

There is no love in a call centre
Nothing warm
Nothing good

In the park at night, we watch fireworks burst like ink spills on the empty page
And do not feel the cold

I tell you that your cooking is the taste of home
You tell me you always feel safe when I am driving
And, given the chance, we would spend every second of every minute of every hour of every day, my house, the world, the universe, together

The only real plan we ever have
Is together

There is no love in a call centre
No love
No sound

Contributed by:~Merrick Whyte
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God, this is an elegy for you

2008-11-16T01:58:00.000-08:00

God himself was in wonder
in the uncovered tale of his forms
that from the ages
hearing the moans of unlimited prayers
how much he did mistake
that why he did not entered in the idols and pictures
to speak the truth

those who metamorphosed the wealth and religion
into the power of witchcraft
they entwined the turban of his incarnation
and are silently celebrating the festivity of his death
the illusions unarmed by the power of
their organs of sense
were also stretching out
to excel the graph of excellence

the devotees who recognize the fall and rise of market
and pulling out the suitable zests for themselves
from Amartyasen and Louise Althuser
are spreading away like a software
or a information network

God, who is slumbering in the drunkenness
of invisible and absent ether
and becomes destitute
seeing the world which is exhausted
by the song of his name

and lifting the hidden meanings
from the books written in the name of god
man announces the death of world and man himself.

Contributed by:Pravin Rai Jumeli

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The Tale of a Town and Many Villages

2008-11-16T01:54:00.000-08:00

The painted winds of east
gushed, told a tale and went
Possessing the blanket knitted by cold and dust
the new flowers hided that tale
throughout their eyes
within their hearts

Years, as fishes in the water
slipped away from the time
the love of the town bulged as mountains
in the angles of desire
in the marshes of will

One night the awaken mother saw that
plucking the flowers from the stem of village
Gangtok1 was fleeing away
From that very night and in every night
Gangtok snatches and takes away the flowers
also the leaves, branches and stem

and one day, mother went their and saw:
Gangtok was not became a garden by so many flowers
again she returned and saw:
the songs of birds that Gangtok could not steal
also the tune of winds and the smell of earth
indeed it is impossible to steal the flats of solitude
oh, impossible is to rob the blue verse of sky
also the Sa Re Ga Ma Pa Dha Ni Sha of the streams

‘Mother, only flowers are not your offspring
these songs, these tunes and these smells
these flats, these verses and
the ascending scales of musical notes
are also your children
You are not solitary, mother
not you are alone’:
Saying this the flowers of Lalpatey
showed her palm

Mother picked the radiance of the Sun
and hided within her womb.

Translated from Nepali Pravin Prakash Jhumeli.

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Desolate

2008-09-21T21:35:00.000-07:00

"Frothy, torrid waters rushing onward
cascading over lichen covered stones
wearing a passage
waywithout a concern to where

Etched, snow laden branches
finger-like designs grasping
upward towards the leaden sky
plaintively, as if seeking reassurance

Chill air, snatching any warmth,
making silvery fog clouds
then dissipating with scarcely
a trace or care, unfettered

A lone ragged crow
gives one harsh caw
peering with beady eyes
flapping his wings, soars upward

All is desolate, all is still "

Contributed by: Linda Lee Ruzicka

Torn

2008-09-21T21:30:00.000-07:00

Pang vanquished all my emotions
Clutching my heart causing unbearable pain
Tearing my past behind desperation
Refusing to halt its wrath leaves me forsaken.

I struggled away from the sad reality
But I ended up distraught and desperate
As I wait for the old pomp to revive with victory
I was left in an ebbing crave's state.

With poignant memories, casting a light of endless gloom
The incessant mourning eventually drives me insane
Only to break in a lonely ember's doom
I find myself cowering in so much pain.

Contributed by:Rachelle Arlin Credo

Always Be There

2008-09-21T21:29:00.000-07:00

"I'll always be there for you…"
laughter to the lonely,
that whisper to my ears.
The pledge was his, I knew
Mushiest line on a sunny day

Spoke them by heart,
simple words of a simple man
My knight. My friend. How could I tell?
This dreamer he tried to protect
Tangled in perils he would strongly
Object. Object, object…he tried.
But give up, I would have lied.
This dream stronger than I,
The dream was finally mine!
He disappeared,
the pain in his eyes crystal clear.
He could not see why.

I soared, conquered
Without him by my side.
Revelations, the limelight never lost
My words punished, cured.

But on a night seemingly
a lot like other nights
Screeching motion.
A car. Then my body took
The explosion.
The car!
Returned to nowhere whence it came.

I died, I should have
But the pain was beyond
My lips
And the eyes
That served me so well
Could have crippled me for eternity
If not for a miracle
Could have been for someone,
Not for me.
Trauma. I fought. Trauma. I fought.
I lived.
Then I saw. Him!
Like a ghost painted on the park
Lips tainted with
A never before seen
Ease of his smile
Him! Handsome as the devil himself.
Questions. Utter tug-of-war
Should I approach, should I go?

It hit me, cold as snow
I loved him still
It ached me so
He stood. Was it in answer to me?
Behind dark glasses who knew what
Emotions he bore?
He walked. It could have killed me
The cane in his hand led,
Paved the way as past scenes
In the operating room unveiled!

Contributed by: Sheryl Joy P. Olano

Cold Ingratitude

2008-09-20T21:42:00.000-07:00

You note the frost upon the windowpane
And curse the season for its temperament.
Your bitter thoughts turn toward the springtime rain,
Which suits you--not December's icy tent.

As winter tears beat down upon the glass
And plead for mercy from a selfish heart,
You dream of sunlit dew on morning grass,
Oblivious to Nature's wintry art.

The beauty of the flowers in the fields
Is all you count as worthy, even though
Without the mask of death that winter wields,
The gratitude for spring you'd never know.

It's best to leave the flowers where they stand,
For then it would be May that would be bland.

A Villanel

2008-09-19T08:37:00.000-07:00

He played upon the sunken brow of midnight
A winged seraphim before a gossamer bay
So lost was he in joyous flight

Seemingly oblivious to truth of plight
Stopping not to kneel and pray
He played upon the sunken brow of midnight

I paused to admire him in the moon's first light
A lonely watcher of his jaunty play
So lost was he in joyous flight

Beneath a willow I laid out of sight
To a private tune, he continued to sway
He played upon the sunken brow of midnight

Soon his songs filled the night
His echoing voivce rose high and gay
So lost was he in joyous flight

On he sings to the moon now bright
Heedless of tomorrow's day
He played upon the sunken brow of midnight

Vaporous mist of wretched black
across the boggy distant flors
Dancing-prancing to the sea and back
an incestuous cousin of the rancid moors.
Beguilling as any temptress
you weave a macabre illusion
cloaking the buttress
so he toils in delusion.
What fable befalls our luscious night
when the stars seem loathe to shine?
But for one glimmering speck of light,
would I pronounce this insipid world...all mine.

What fires burned so brightly
against a midnight sky,
to take leave of life
all things which happened by?
When, in the heavens
the angels roared in pain
to cease the mindless destruction
and learn to love again.
Oh, but for the curse of jealously
did the fire earn its first ember-
its crackling call life, that
which I do remember.

Contributed by:~Elizabeth Blevins

Water

2008-06-23T23:45:00.000-07:00

The eye of outward sense is as the palm of a hand,
The whole of the object is not grasped in the palm.
The sea itself is one thing, the foam another;
Neglect the foam, and regard the sea with your eyes.
Waves of foam rise from the sea night and day,
You look at the foam ripples and not the mighty sea.
We, like boats, are tossed hither and thither,
We are blind though we are on the bright ocean.
Ah! you who are asleep in the boat of the body,
You see the water; behold the Water of waters!
Under the water you see there is another Water moving it,
Within the spirit is a Spirit that calls it.
Keep silence that you may hear Him speaking
Words unutterable by tongue in speech.
Keep silence, that you may hear from that Sun
Things inexpressible in books and discourses.

Contributed by:~Mihad Ali
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My Eternal Friend

2008-06-08T06:38:00.000-07:00

I've never seen God
But I know he's there
Cause' deep within my heart
I feel his loving care
God is no stranger
He's a friend to me
He's my best friend
For all eternity

He's my eternal friend
He's always there
Always caring
Always watching over me
When others turn away
I know he will always be
Walking alongside of me

I'm looking forward
To seeing god each day
Even though I don't know
What I'll have to say
As I gaze on his glory
A smile on my face
Deep inside my heart
I'll know I've finished
The race
God is real
So real to me
He's my best friend
For all eternity

He's my eternal friend
Always watching over me
When others turn away
I know he will be always there
Watching over me

Contributed by:~Timothy Whitt

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Doubt

2008-06-04T21:01:00.000-07:00

The lights have shined down
Then dusty echoes have stilled to lore
Flight has been denied.

Work I have for what?
Just scatter tears to an ocean?
Here what I for?

Light flicker than gleam
A sudden flash of light then dim
Night shallows the rest.

Come to the darkness
The water is fine today
Water is cool so

Come to the night
Where in the place, they are

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Towards Ending Night

2008-06-01T21:12:00.000-07:00

Night forever, light once gone
Bring not me those who's lives are gone;
Hell takes rule and light betrays
All who follow in its ways;
Death not once for what I found.

Hell brings night and undying grounds;
Wish for the star to bring that day,
That hell once more shall Neva stay;
Death not once for what I found
Hell is coming to this ground.

Be prepared for nights deadly wrath,
None shall keep what they once had.
Hell is coming...Cannot be betrayed
Run fellow men...your lives in vain
Hell is coming...this is it!

Are you ready? Your nights...are kept!
This book contains your dying wishes
Your final hours, you weeping wishes;
All begone, pity not to thee...
Your life is gone, from once thought he.

~Jesse Emo

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I'll Change your Name to Tammy, if You want me to

2008-05-03T00:41:00.000-07:00

I'll change your name to Tammy if you want
me to
I will actually do anything for you
I'll go to the grocery just give me the word
And I will buy anything
Especially dessert

~ G David Schwartz

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It's not True

2008-05-03T00:40:00.000-07:00

It's not true all rings are round
Some are octal
You can see them in Greece
But think about this, please
Is there a square ring?
(ever seen men boxing?)

~ G David Schwartz
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Memorial Thoughts

2008-05-03T00:38:00.000-07:00

Memorial Thoughts

Hunkie dinky rigmarole
I think I will go to the sto
Or the laomat if you with
Just to get me a very good thought
To replace what I have forgot

~G David Schwartz
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Steps

2007-11-28T08:07:00.000-08:00

Preface: While going to office I have to climb 30 steps to reach my office.
My thoughts are scribbled as follows:

Oh! Man!
Do you know whenever you climb up the steps
You'll have to climb down one day.
You don"t know what will happen when you stamp
On each step until you reach there

May be you are gasping when you reach there
But you feel proud that you are on top
But understand you are never on top
Since you need to climb down one day.

How many of you remember this
Just to pray God not to fall down
One day all of a sudden
Since falling is inevitable

Steps are good to climb up
But good to climb down also
The destiny always
Remains the same

Events are happening around us
Analyse events keeping the above
Scenario, you will not be surprised
Since one day everybody have to climb down

Sequence of up and down to be
Balanced by a spiritual way
So will not be hurting your mind
Since mind has to survive this fall

While you are climbing, be sympathetic
To the people who climb down
You should know the fact
One day you will have to follow him

If you know this core philosophy
Why quarrel on behalf of ideology
Why quarrel on behalf of caste, creed
Why quarrel on behalf of religion ultimately

contributed by:Prasad Krishna

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Love

2007-10-15T09:31:00.001-07:00

We all need a love
To hold us
To lift us
To give us
When life threatens
to sink us
A love that will never fails us
A love from god above
A love of comfort
A love of courage
Filled with wisdom and
Caring
A love that is ageless
And enduring
A love passed from
Generation to generation
This is our father's love
A love for all nations

In this ever darkening world
God's love is a light
That shines through
The darkest night
A love to touch your heart
A love for you to share
A love that will not depart
We all need god's love

Contributed by:~Timothy Whitt

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Serenity

2007-10-15T09:30:00.001-07:00

" Feeling the sun on my face,
the dirt sifting through
my bare toes
the play of shadows on my arms

Light, dark, dark, light
the leaves softly swaying
in the breeze that caresses my face
and strokes my hair

The rustle of the tall grasses
the gentle lapping of the water,
the feeling of inner serenity
the acquirement of inner peace"

Contributed by:Linda Lee Ruzicka

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Tired

2007-10-15T09:28:00.000-07:00

Tired of trust,
Tired of faith,
Tired of your sweet lies my friend,
Take me now,through the truth,
Take me through the fire of hell,
Burn me up, Break me down,
Kill me Today, to save your tomorrow,
Do it, Do it my friend,
For your better fate

'Cause here I'm tired,
Tired of being serene,
Tired of being victim of your pride,
Tired of my civilized mind

Pray,Pray I don't survive,
Demons in me are up on rise,
Wanting to hear your screams,
To have feast of your flesh,
Dying to taste your blood,
To burn you in to the hell

Casue here I'm sick,
Sick of being sane,
sick of your kind,
sick of my tears and pain

Kill me today, I'm in your hand,
Tomorrow things wont be the same,I know,
My soul is on way to glommy heaven,
Lurking in the valley of death and disaster

Here I stand as I am,
Cause I'm sick and tired,
On my kness,with fears and grief,
I'm fading,yes I'm fading,
kill me , kill me I'm going,
Kill me , Kill me ..I'm gone.

Contributed by:~Dhaval N. Vadgama

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Passing Through

2007-10-07T03:01:00.000-07:00

Can I interest you in my queries?
I've figured out what satisfies them.
I feel that they are stupid.
They don't make much sense to me.
These things, they make life,
at least as it should be.
I'll suppose you're only passing through
if you show no interest.

I feel terribly wrong, just playing along.
Now and here is what and when counts.
You can go a long way what goes anyway.
Things can really get out of hand
if we make our own rules over and
over again because the rules
that we made and were following earlier
didn't do us any good.
You're going to have to understand
sometime down the line that if
you're going to get anywhere
during the course of your life,
you're going to have to give into
the calling for which this life is purposed.

That calling we have no say in.
That calling's been determined well in advance.
That calling's your place in the cycle
that's created so that the
world doesn't stop turning.
That calling's no enslavery,
it doesn't bind you down from anything.
Freedom is only a choice
in which you choose the
consequence that follows.
To only pass through or not,
you can choose.

Passion defines purpose
and is borne within ones self.
Passion is contagious and needs
no instigative response to be going strong.
Passion comes from deep within
ones heart and soul and only has the
ability to speak to another's heart and soul.
It can irritate you or you can
fall in love with it apart from
standing in awe of it whether
you choose to deny it or not.
Passion lives life for you otherwise
you don't live at all.
Passion isn't a rat race,
it's the goal of life.

It separates one only passing through
one living life away.
If it irritates you,
it shows you only want to pass through

Contributed by:~Sunil Noronha

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The Alms of Living

2007-10-06T23:49:00.000-07:00

In this infernal cyclone,

Immersed in brine till shoulders I am.

You know this was not my natural habitat.

A moment’s annoyance of the Deity,

Made us the theme of these tumultuous events.

However, an artless though splendid fight continues,

When I splash my blind route,

While swimming against the current,

And become a laughing stock of seasoned mariners.

My thirst could never dry this ever rising reservoir.

And a lasting scuffle with the water giants,

Won me nothing except an opaque watery grave.

And my heavenly nativity dissolved in dismal sea beds.

Now I firmly resent having these alms of living.

Praise be to destiny for condemning us to live!

Contributed by: Aamir Aziz

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Complacency is no virtue

2007-10-06T23:47:00.002-07:00

The world's so huge and wide.

There are many things to see
and know and many to keep
by your side.

You may have been given it all.

That's why it sounds so unimpressive
but I promise that if you make an
effort to understand,

you'll be able to look at the world in a way
that will make all things passing
by containing an element of wonder
which you would enjoy,

making that aspect of the world
and the people thereof happy
because they find happiness
in sharing their joy and
because that is wherein
happiness lies.

Contributed by:~Sunil Noronha

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The Writer

2007-10-06T23:47:00.001-07:00

Quill pen pushes against parchment.

Ink drying, it is the fabric of newly constructed worlds.

The mind is the only constraint.

The fourth wall is seamless.

Thought is fictious but creation is real.

That's why our own world seems so surreal.

Concise cogitation creates corporeal conditions.

Oh Foreign Father, Glorious Creator...

When will our epic be complete?

Contributed by:Christopher Ryan Wingate

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