tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29160224308860210042024-03-05T17:25:20.827-08:00Abyssal DepthsRumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-27126364595774436302021-03-02T11:35:00.003-08:002021-03-02T11:36:30.401-08:00The flower over my head<p> <span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px;">Yes there are days when things are normal</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">I can breathe freely again</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Without an acidic taste in my mouth</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Or congestion in my head</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">When I can dance freely again</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">And be a child with my child</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Oh how happy it feels to be healthy</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">To be one with the universe</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">But then the messy mesh came back again</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Tangling into my core</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Making breathing difficult </span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">But coughing normal</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Taking every iota of energy from my being</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s1"></span><br /></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">But things are getting better</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">I hope the ugliness never comes back</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">May the goodness of the universe</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Be the flower over my head</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Guiding me out of anger into beauty</span></p><p class="p1" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s1">Where life is healthy again</span></p>Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-535237958700715812020-10-25T17:07:00.005-07:002021-03-02T17:06:46.730-08:00Worshipping Goddess Durga<p> </p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdLWHCciAeIvwTJI8sFpdaCw7kkVHAR2CEBTzqIYpmq4pjXuCx8jdxIRTzaPKEmP5xuUsKsOQZncN9EClOyppeYbijl9JaId-rFgVszJmqCp8TgdMN3NAMYBD9mN7lneHU2BMMsYdV8A/s2048/9A513CBC-5054-4F93-AD25-0BB700A5EBC8.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1536" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjVdLWHCciAeIvwTJI8sFpdaCw7kkVHAR2CEBTzqIYpmq4pjXuCx8jdxIRTzaPKEmP5xuUsKsOQZncN9EClOyppeYbijl9JaId-rFgVszJmqCp8TgdMN3NAMYBD9mN7lneHU2BMMsYdV8A/s320/9A513CBC-5054-4F93-AD25-0BB700A5EBC8.jpeg" /></a></div><br /><p></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;">We worship the female form in the form of clay<span class="s2"></span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">But when she takes the form of flesh</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">And is sometimes born to us, then what do we say</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">She is no longer ‘shakti’ the epitome of power but ‘bojh’ the burden you have to bare</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">You say oh! not in my home!</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Maybe thats indeed true!</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">But what about the female form who enters your home but is not born of you</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Do you still treat her the same</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Do you love and respect her like a goddess</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Or do you start with the premise of mistrust</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Potraying her to be a conniving seductress</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">And anything she does or says</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Is judged with this biased glass</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">That brings out her worst in her in many ways</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">We live in this glass house</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Where shortcomings are celebrated </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">as a proof of this hypothesis being true that she is evil </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">in our labyrinth of our blames, we have her incarcerated</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Oh we dont call goddess durga a murderer but a slayer of evil</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">But will this deification be also given to a woman who kills her harassing husband</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Or will the blame be put on her that she is evil</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">making her moribund</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">With allegations like she did <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>not have the patience to turn him around </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Or better still, she has called in for harassment herself <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>by her behavior</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">These are true stories we have often heard and found</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">And i am not calling out the men out here</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Women are equally to blame</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">For enabling these atrocities and fear</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">And they are often those who have gulped down insults and tolerated pain</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">So much so that they are hardwired to believe <span class="Apple-converted-space"> </span>that this is a way a woman is to behave</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">As subservient to man who are meant to reign</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">And hence they take the role of the enforcer of the rules to denigrate their own clan</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">To please their men or for the sense of gratification that they were not the only one went through that pain</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">And now making another going through the same seems to be a good plan</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">You might claim that I am feminist because I write this</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">But really I am humanist</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Pleading you to give another human being a chance</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">To be happy, to be free, to have her own mind </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Because only then can love flow, when everybody can dance their own dance</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">And gradually these dances will synchronize </span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Like those of fireflies that produce the maximum light</span></p><p class="p3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px;"><span class="s2">Only then will we embody the ‘shakti’ we epitomize</span></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p><p class="p2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-size: 17px; font-stretch: normal; line-height: normal; margin: 0px; min-height: 20.3px;"><span class="s2"></span><br /></p>Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-10608284155492555732019-09-16T14:56:00.001-07:002019-09-16T14:56:12.875-07:00You are beautiful!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Unlocking the universe within</div>
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Is the mischievous look in your eyes</div>
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The openness of your smile</div>
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Spreads freshness leaving no scope for lies</div>
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The lustrous stresses of your hair</div>
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Plays hide and seek with the sun</div>
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Dear friend, life may not be fair</div>
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But lets squeeze out of it, all the joy and fun</div>
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Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-35955413792112922002019-05-16T10:27:00.002-07:002019-05-16T10:27:50.631-07:00Gratitude <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
There is so much to be happy for<br />
There is so much to care<br />
Mothers’ is caring touch<br />
Fathers’ loving stare<br />
A childs warm hug<br />
A husbands silent prayer<br />
Sisters’ loving warmth<br />
Friends’ heartfelt cheer<br />
Life is defined by people<br />
Who surround you<br />
Thank you god for a lovely life<br />
I count myself in lucky few<br />
And all the love around.<br />
I ll try to be a better person<br />
To spread the love I have found!</div>
Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-62172016213966231822019-02-05T15:08:00.001-08:002019-02-05T15:10:02.553-08:00Stehekin Valley<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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The horses in the sun bathed Meadows grazing<br />
The lush green trees in the gentle breeze waving<br />
Rainbow kissed diamonds cascading from the sprinklers magic wand<br />
While far way the magnificent blue mountains in their austerity stand<br />
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Vagabonds till now, we feel what we never felt before<br />
A beautiful world where less is more<br />
With a sense of belonging sans the attachment fear<br />
We would always want to come back here<br />
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In the womb of the serene equilibrium of forces of nature, wild and tame<br />
Oh! Life will never be the same</div>
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Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-28155470378249213002019-02-05T14:48:00.001-08:002019-02-05T14:48:19.186-08:00She is'nt dead yet!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hey there...are you listening?<br />
Dont treat her as log<br />
She can breathe,<br />
She can eat,<br />
She can still listen to you...<br />
She misses you,<br />
She wants you by her side,<br />
like old times....<br />
She wants you to confide...<br />
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<br />
Hey there ...are you listening?<br />
Dont just throw her away<br />
Her body might be giving up,<br />
but her spirit is still strong,<br />
Be her strength<br />
Not the bag of bricks,<br />
That pulls her further down..<br />
She was there for you when you needed her,<br />
Now it is your chance,<br />
Its not your money that she needs,<br />
But just that loving glance<br />
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Hey there...are you listening?<br />
Do you know how it feels,<br />
When people treat you as dead,<br />
when you are still alive?<br />
You think you are suffering?<br />
Oh stupid man,<br />
You cant fathom her pain,<br />
as the disease is eating through her veins..<br />
And she is seeing,<br />
Everything she has done in life<br />
going in vain,<br />
Her marriage crumbling,<br />
And her family waiting,<br />
for her to die...<br />
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Hey there...are you listening?<br />
Please dont just give up on her<br />
Please help her in her fight<br />
Please dont be so selfish<br />
Please dont cut through her wounds,<br />
With a double edged knife<br />
Please dont kill her before she is dead,<br />
So that you can move on with your life,<br />
Remember she has given you her everything,<br />
She still loves you<br />
And she does'nt want to die..............<br />
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Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-22912766462889723292011-07-09T14:17:00.000-07:002011-07-09T15:04:20.401-07:00Ode to the Lake<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2j_4aFR6DlNFglAxQj5KNB9wDAFwu-GYm_FuRUbETvydS1Q-cvIs94aUi11KIGQQz9Z7RYUL9vb-TEGbDfVtceKKcnHyq9a_U9-D8xVOi8qcCyqAnO6mY-JAGxwBXx2PizAh-EXtNZ9k/s1600/IMG_1342.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2j_4aFR6DlNFglAxQj5KNB9wDAFwu-GYm_FuRUbETvydS1Q-cvIs94aUi11KIGQQz9Z7RYUL9vb-TEGbDfVtceKKcnHyq9a_U9-D8xVOi8qcCyqAnO6mY-JAGxwBXx2PizAh-EXtNZ9k/s320/IMG_1342.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627465060764241890" /></a><br /><br />O Holy Mother of the Lake,<br />Embrace me in your loving arms,<br />Tell me tales, you never before have spake,<br />Of magical charms and faraway farms.<br /><br />O Holy Mother of the Lake,<br />Engulf me with your tender whispers,<br />O let me, your invigorating smell partake, <br />and heal all my wounds and blisters.<br /><br />O Holy Mother of the Lake,<br />Encompass me with your endearing calmness,<br />Whenever life seems tough and the world so fake,<br />I will keep returning to you for solace.Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-30587921319620772832010-02-08T01:32:00.001-08:002010-02-08T01:36:00.498-08:00The Child in MeThere is a child in me,<br />That wants my nurturer,<br />My protector,<br />My shepherd!<br /><br />I searched it in men,<br />and men have searched it in me,<br />I have looked for the guardian<br />and found the child...<br /><br />Am I really a grown-up or I pretend to be one?<br />What is being a grown-up therein?<br />Is it hiding emotions or is it having none?<br />Is it burying the child within,<br />Inside the deep clouds of ego,<br />and building walls of pride around it?<br />Is it creating distances with distrust,<br />and boundaries with prejudice?<br /><br />They say with age comes experience,<br />Yes, I <span style="font-style:italic;">try</span> to avoid things and people<br />who have hurt me in the past.<br />They say with age comes maturity,<br />I <span style="font-style:italic;">try</span> to take ups and downs in my stride,<br />And overcome my shortcomings while they last...<br /><br />But would you really call me a grown-up?<br />Especially, if I tell you,<br />That the various shapes in clouds still amuse me,<br />I still like building castles with sand,<br />I love the wind beating on my face,<br />And I feel secure when I clutch a strong hand...<br /><br />Have I really grown-up?<br />Maybe, I have,maybe, I haven't,<br />But do I really care?<br />My dearest friend.....<br />there's a secret I ll share...<br />I really love the child within,<br />even if it would try...<br />In this grown up world,<br />I would not let it die...Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-82055782537256338402009-06-01T15:22:00.001-07:002009-06-01T15:22:59.282-07:00Au RevoirThey refuse to budge from this nest,<br />Their abode of joy,their place of rest,<br />but the day is is near,<br />the day they fear....<br />when they will chop this tree,<br />and patronizingly say "u r free,<br />there are many new places to go,<br />Where the colours of your lovely plume you ll show!"<br />but ask the birds once<br />"do they really want to fly away?"<br />from this place they call their home,<br />in search of a new home.......<br />for a new place they can again call their own!!Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-77723588023490029772009-03-30T13:23:00.000-07:002009-03-30T13:25:26.795-07:00I meant to do work today...Not my own, but I really loved this one:<br />" I meant to do my work today...<br />But a brown bird sang in the apple tree.<br />And a butterfly flitted across the field,<br />And all the leaves were calling me.<br />And the wind went sighing over the land,<br />Tossing the grasses to and fro,<br />And a rainbow held out its shining hand...<br />So what could I do but laugh and go? "<br /> -By Richard LeGallienneRumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-5879052887655554262009-03-17T01:40:00.000-07:002009-03-17T01:44:42.496-07:00Reflections lie!Can reflections lie?<br />Can reflections go astray?<br />Can your reflections claim not to know you?<br />Can your reflections, you betray?Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-6506060908771579642009-02-10T20:53:00.000-08:002009-02-11T01:13:31.220-08:00The Bird and the SquirrelWith its wings spread high,<br />In the azure sky,<br />There was a bird,<br />That loved to fly.<br /><br />In its drey by the river,<br />lived a squirrel,<br />That loved its home....<br />By the house of the weaver<br /><br />One day the bird came,<br />to drink by the river,<br />and joined the squirrel <br />in its little game.<br /><br />The bird had fun,<br />so did the squirrel,<br />and the games continued,<br />be it rain or sun.<br /><br />Soon the winter came,<br />And the spring was over,<br />As the trees became bare,<br />Things were no longer the same.<br /><br />The squirrel had to hibernate,<br />and the bird had to fly,<br />migrate to warmer lands,<br />so were they, destined by fate.<br /><br /><br />But they decided to wait,<br />As they loved each other,<br />the bird stayed on the ground,<br />with the new companion that he had found.<br /><br />But the sky lured him,<br />And he grew restless,<br />He wanted to fly,<br />Into the deep blue sky.<br /><br />The squirrel saw his pain,<br />And idea struck in her little brain,<br />she stole from the weaver,<br />yarns of wool to weave herself wings.<br /><br />They made the wings,<br />and both were ready to fly,<br />but alas!<br />The squirrel could not match the bird in the sky.<br /><br />As the distance grew,<br />There were conflicts few,<br />The squirrel wanted to come back,<br />to the ground she loved.<br /><br />The bird loved her,<br />So it came back with the squirrel,<br />And she cropped his wings,<br />So that he could leave her never.<br /><br />But the wings came back,<br />and so did the urge,<br />to fly up high,<br />in the deep blue sky.<br /><br />The bird was constrained,<br />and the squirrel was drained,<br />of ideas to make him<br />happy again.<br /><br />The squirrel loved him,<br />And could feel the desire,<br />in his sparking eyes,<br />that looked like balls of fire.<br /><br />So she let him go,<br />into the realms of unknown,<br />to follow the sun,<br />into unknown lands.<br /><br />The bird is now free,<br />and so is the squirrel,<br />but yet they could see,<br />they were bonded by friendship.<br /><br />They knew that,<br />maybe they would never be together again,<br />but would always have each other,<br />to share joy and pain.<br /><br />And so they parted,<br />the bird to the sky,<br />and the squirrel to the ground,<br />both cherishing <br />the warm friendship,<br />that they had once found!Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-70829591523171116802008-12-07T22:57:00.000-08:002008-12-08T00:09:23.563-08:00Walk by the BeachI have always feared loss,<br />feared death and change...<br />I have cried thinking of "what ifs"<br />imperfections deep within I have tried to scavenge...<br /><br />As I walk by the beach the wind beats my face,<br />I smell the sea and taste the salt,<br />My hands are chilly and my hair's let loose<br />yet the harmony in the scene leaves no scope of revolt<br /><br />Old men with big dogs,<br />Young girls with small dogs,<br />Joggers in trendiest tracks,<br />Kids wearing brightest slacks<br />all pass by me..<br /><br />High above in the sky<br />sea planes and albatross fly,<br />Down below in the sea,<br />boats and ducks swim by... <br /><br />There are benches too,<br />In the sweet memory the deceased,<br />One dedication I particularly remember<br />"Mr Cole, whose friendship, humor and wit we have ever since missed"<br /><br />And then there is this lady,<br />speaking to the sea gulls and staring at the sea,<br />a homeless old woman in rags,<br />Yet somehow happy, yet somehow free<br /><br />Isnt my life is close to perfect?<br />Imperfections just make it saucier,<br />Adds in it a dash of spice,<br />and makes it all the more merrier..<br /><br />Life is short<br />Lets make it the best,<br />The hurt lets forget,<br />The love lets not waste...<br />Its a sense of elation,<br />And I have no regret<br />Its a revelation,<br />And freedom I taste!Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-44868950899910032502008-04-27T17:49:00.000-07:002008-04-27T18:44:42.715-07:00EquilibriumThe elements of nature<br />embodied in man,<br />Fire, Water , Earth , air and space...<br />The quest is on....<br />for the perfect balance....<br />But where infinity ends doesnt infinity start again?<br />but the quest is on..<br />To find the kendrabindu - the crux<br />The balance of life .........<br /><br />Passion ignites<br />but lust burns ,<br />Love quenches<br />but obsession drowns ,<br />Trust supports <br />but once broken shatters,<br />Freedom flows <br />but without control blows you away,<br />Individuality gives you space<br />but distance gives you loneliness,<br />The quest is on....<br />for the perfect balance....<br />But where infinity ends doesnt infinity start again?<br />but the quest is on..<br />To find the kendrabindu - the crux<br />The balance of life .........<br /><br />Selfish man, you look only for ephemeral happiness<br />lasting only for infinitesimal time<br />I show you the path of eternal happiness,<br />lasting for infinity....<br />But oh shortsighted man u refuse to learn......<br />That pushes me away..<br />But then there is a string that pulls me back again,<br />Like a pendulum I swing back and forth,<br />One day ............<br />the fragile thread may break and I ll be thrown away,<br />Or else maybe I ll attain equilibrium<br />The balance of life.......Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-44822177603770388122008-04-04T13:38:00.000-07:002008-04-04T14:31:36.132-07:00Flickering FlameThe flickering flame,<br />Once shining bright,<br />The dying star,<br />Once giving light.<br />The fading glory,<br />Once in full radiance,<br />The shriveling flower,<br />Once in blooming fragrance.<br /><br />The coiling serpents,<br />The twists and turns,<br />The gnawing pain,<br />The blisters and burns.<br /><br />Prime it was,<br />Past it is...<br />Genesis it was,<br />End it is....<br /><br />Euphoria is ambient,<br />But with the high, comes the low,<br />Youth is transient,<br />Clutching it tight, wont make aging slow,<br />Change is resilient,<br />But life is free, so let it flow.....<br />Fear of loss is recreant,<br />So when the soul is dying, just let it go.....Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-80275363897687155842008-03-23T17:12:00.000-07:002008-03-23T17:33:17.683-07:00EmancipationWithering leaves,<br />Frolicking shadows,<br />Sparkling drops,<br />Concorted truth,<br />Simmering ashes for the prejudiced eyes to see,<br /><br />Obsessive love,<br />Naked disguise,<br />Hidden desires,<br />Choking truth,<br />Bounded chains of the troubled mind waiting to break free!<br /><br /><br />Loving trust,<br />Soothing hand,<br />Healing touch,<br />Greatest truth,<br />Ethereal love deep within that makes the I We.....Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-38095595087182687812007-08-25T00:28:00.000-07:002007-08-25T00:45:01.751-07:00Love or pain?love trust hope and pain,<br />entwined together in an unending chain<br />Love is with but pain ordained<br />It gnaws through the pith ingrained<br />love aches<br />and slowly u love the ache<br />and slowly the ache becomes a habit you live with<br />mad enough to fall in love again,<br />only to drown yourself in the sea of pain,<br />Oh foolish man,<br />wont you ever learn,<br />the searing pain of immortal burn!Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2916022430886021004.post-27854315182305318752007-08-22T16:36:00.001-07:002007-08-22T16:36:43.946-07:00AddictionPrometheus's stealth made man a slave,<br />It amazes,it bedazzles,<br />It burns him down,<br />You know it'll hurt you<br />And yet you get drawn.....<br /><br />When you have once tasted blood,<br />You are pulled by its charm,<br />and u soon get addicted...<br />Sucked of your pith,you are left strained,<br />This emotional catharsis leaves you drained!<br />You know you'll soon be charred,<br />But yet you move to the piper's tune,<br />conscious that it may leave youscarred!<br /><br />It is the light that attracts you.<br />It is the warmth that engulfs you.<br />It is the power that excites you.<br />It is the passion that ignites you.<br />You know it is ephemeral,<br />And yet it is surreal.<br /><br />You play with fire,<br />In hope to tame it.<br />Finally you ll have it tamed,<br />Or else it'll have you consumed.<br />The harmony you wished for,<br />may never be achieved....<br />But yet you live each day,intoxicated by the slow poisson,<br />Loving every bit of it passing though your vein,<br />Though slowly it inveigles you into Hade's domain.<br />And what will remain is a flickering flame,<br />left behind to tell the tale...<br />You know that things would never be the same,<br />but then.....<br />Is'nt it true that ethereal happiness<br />Worth dying for even in its transience?Rumihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07822468777417370123noreply@blogger.com0