Archive for May 2008:

Shadow Stays Put

The Inseparables
Tangible and intangible

Joined at the hip,
Implacable Siamese twins

The body and its shadow
Life pursued by death

Betwixt yesterday n tomorrow
Present is ever moving shadow

Embarked on life’s journey
Only shadow stays put

Daring to be alone, fly solo
I try to cut my shadow loose,

I stamp on it, fight it, rail against it
Physically resist it, emotionally banish it

All goes to naught, doesn’t quit
Inexorably, shadow stays put

Sun begets shadow and to banish it
Need total darkness or total light

Rising sun and setting sun elongates shadows
Midday’s sun at its zenith, makes it disappear

Total light, is quite intolerable
Hence, shadow stays put

Lobotomy is drastic, life with
Shadows is the ultimate truth

Only shadows stay put

The body and its shadow
Life pursued by death

The Inseparables
Tangible and intangible

Only shadows stay put
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player, that struts and frets his hour
upon the stage And then is heard no more; it is a tale Told by an idiot,
full of sound and fury, Signifying Nothing.
William Shakespeare

Death is a shadow that always follows the body.
English Proverb
Sayings of British Origin

Rays Of Hope

Momentarily am down, not out
Life and destiny, be not proud
Your blows fail to make me cowed
I simply refuse to be bowed!

In childhood you robbed me blind
I scavenged n found scraps of love binds
Cherishing every morsel with infinite relish
Defeating all no matter however brutish

In adulthood you challenged me once again
I accepted your gauntlet and did not complain
My job was won after suffering lots of pain
I soared not allowing my hope to wane!!

My background was less than lustrous
Your constant hacking an added distress
Yet I found my soul mate in a princess
Who found in me, true love in her quest!!!

The dark murky clouds that were my lot
Scattered finally failing to make my life a blot
Sunshine flooded, music rose in a crescendo
Rays of hope  bound in love, now all aglow!!!
Even in evil, we discern rays of light and hope, and gradually
come to see, in suffering and temptation, proofs and instruments
of the sublimest purposes of wisdom and love.
William Ellery Channing

A hard beginning maketh a good ending.
John Heywood “The Proverbs of John Heywood” (1546)

Duality In Unity

Like a coconut shell
I shelter you within

Like a banyan tree
I cool you beneath

I am your buffer
Betwixt earth and sky

I am the soothing emollient
On your tender scab

I am the soft Pashmina
warming your shivers

I am the nurturer
As you suckle me

I am the eternal lover
As you beguile me

I am the eternal yin
To your constant yang

I am the beginning
You are the end

We are two sumo wrestlers
Pleasuring others

We are two heavenly bodies
Ever circling

You are the pea
In the pod of life

You are dynamic
I am passive

We are two atoms
Energizing all

We are two faces of creation
Saint and Satan ever fencing

We represent the duality
Of the universal truth of one

There are in every man, always, two simultaneous allegiances,
one to God, the other to Satan. Invocation of God, or Spirituality,
is a desire to climb higher; that of Satan, or animality, is delight in descent.
Charles Baudelaire
1821-1867, French Poet

When Satan makes impure verses, Allah sends a divine tune to cleanse them.
George Bernard Shaw
1856-1950, Irish-born British Dramatist

But Satan now is wiser than of yore, and tempts by making rich, not making poor
Alexander Pope
1688-1744, British Poet, Critic, Translator

 

 

You And I

You and me is I
You and I know
Why not them?

You and I belong
We both know
Why not them?

You and I cannot part
You and me is I
Why can’t they see?

I inhale
You exhale
You are our breath

I am red cells
You are the plasma
flowing in our veins

I hurt
You cry
You and me is I

Your eyes
My tears
Their fun

Thoughts yours
Feelings mine
Actions ours

We belong
We know
They do not

We defy and die 
Arms entwined 
Our Spirits rise and kiss

Finally
You and me is I

 

 

Qu Ran: Romeo and Juliet die for their love.
 We die for our love with each other’s solitude. 
Qing ren jie 2005

 

Go Slowly, Come back Quickly, my Love

Love makes it harder to be apart
I die daily a wee bit, when you depart

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

Twin souls fused, we are one only
Both selves jiving in perfect harmony

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

I realize that constant journey you must
Still all my reasoning bites the dust

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

When you are gone for very long
My heart rejects every love song

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

The rooster,the sun, daily herald new day
They mean nothing to me, as you make my day

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

Life has color, when you are in its orbit
Else all is gray, each and every minute

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

My eyes seek you everywhere I turn
Reality is, you are me and I you, in union

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

Night has fallen everyone is homeward bound
Come nestle in my arms and let love resound

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love

Thou art my sun, moon, stars and universe
In your absence, this life is just a curse

Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love
Go slowly, come back quickly, My Love
Never the time and the place and the loved one all together!
Robert Browning
1812-1889, British Poet

These two imparadised in one another’s arms, the happier Eden,
shall enjoy their fill of bliss on bliss.
John Milton
1608-1674, British Poet

Journeys end in lovers meeting.
William Shakespeare
1564-1616, British Poet, Playwright, Actor

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling
in lovers eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers tears. What is it
else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
William Shakespeare
1564-1616, British Poet, Playwright, Actor

Separated lovers cheat absence by a thousand fancies which have their own reality.
They are prevented from seeing one another and they cannot write; nevertheless they
find countless mysterious ways of corresponding, by sending each other the song of birds,
the scent of flowers, the laughter of children, the light of the sun, the sighing of the wind,
and the gleam of the stars –all the beauties of creation.
Victor Hugo 1802-1885, French Poet, Dramatist, Novelist

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