Archive for November 2008:

FLAME

Enflame me with your passion
Cool me in your unique fashion
Let’s ride the crest of love tide high
Forgetting present with nary a sigh!!!
 
Hide me in your warming embrace
Away from reality’s fall from grace
My world is no longer a happy place
Let’s go find comfort’s soothing trace!!

Light me up like a church wish candle
Send forth our prayers to the Lord aerial
Seek blessings to fill up our mantle
Rescue us from us as life turns brutal

Reality has now worn a death mask
To regain sanity is a Herculean task
In past smugness we can no longer bask
Seeking order from chaos is all we ask!!

There are flames and there are flames
One flame’s forked tongue burns all in path
One flame managed and banked gives warmth
Let’s enflame n enlighten on basis- warpath

I am tired of searing my soul with harsh reality
Hearing unpalatable truths sounding like a banshee
Sing me an anthem of peace, bonhomie, live n let live
We have a short time on earth to make our marks n give

Enflame me with your passion
Cool me in your unique fashion
Let’s ride the crest of love tide high
Forgetting present with nary a sigh!!!

Seared singed and hurt, I cower in fear
Life’s gone awry and totally out of gear
Let’s find an even keel to drive and steer
Stamping out all flames that burn and sear

Hide me in your warming embrace
Away from reality’s fall from grace
My world is no longer a happy place
Let’s go find comfort’s soothing trace!!
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It does no harm just once in a while to acknowledge that the whole country
 isn’t in flames, that there are people in the country besides politicians,
entertainers, and criminals. – Charles Kuralt

Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only
 light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals,
 deep burning, unquenchable.- Henry Ward Beecher (1813 – 1887)

Wit is brushwood; judgment timber; the one gives the greatest flame, and the other
 yields the most durable heat; and both meeting make the best fire. – Overlung
Education is not to reform students or amuse them or to make them expert technicians.
 It is to unsettle their minds, widen their horizons, inflame their intellects, teach
 them to think straight, if possible.- Robert M. Hutchins

Trust yourself. Create the kind of self that you will be happy to live with all your
 life. Make the most of yourself by fanning the tiny, inner sparks of possibility
 into flames of achievement. – Foster C. McClellan
A great flame follows a little spark.
Dante Alighieri (1265 – 1321), The Divine Comedy

It was a dark and stormy night; the rain fell in torrents–except at occasional
 intervals, when it was checked by a violent gust of wind which swept up the streets
 rattling along the housetops, and fiercely agitating the scanty flame of the lamps
 that struggled against the darkness.
Edward Bulwer-Lytton (1803 – 1873), Paul Clifford (1830)
 
The very existence of flamethrowers proves that some time, somewhere, someone said to
 themselves, “You know, I want to set those people over there on fire, but I’m just
 not close enough to get the job done.”
George Carlin (1937 – 2008)

Love In Myriad Hues

One love erodes, one love shores
One love tatters, one love stitches
One love depresses, one love elates
One love batters, one love comforts
One love deadens, one love enlivens
One love saddens, one love gladdens
One love diminishes, one love builds
One love is a blessing, one love is a curse
One love gives despair, one love give hope
One love pushes over the edge, one love rescues
One love sacrifices self one love demands sacrifice
One love suffocates in obsession, one love liberates
One love makes senseless, one love sharpens senses
One love makes you sink, one love makes you swim
One love makes one fearful, one love makes fearless
One love make you crestfallen, one puts in throes of rapture
One love skims on surface, one love plumbs the depths
One love drives towards intoxication, one love gives a natural high
One love makes you cynical, one love makes you sentimental
One love lifts emotionally, one love elevates  spiritually

 

 

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When I saw you I was afraid to meet you. When I met you I was afraid to kiss you.
When I kissed you I was afraid to love you. Now that I love you, I am afraid to lose you.
UNKNOWN

Love that is not madness is not love.- Pedro Calderon de la Barca ,Spanish, Dramatist

HATE

A heart filled with simmering venom putrid
What misguided teacher turned you so horrid

Hate and mistrust are the children of blindness.
Open your eyes wide, resort not to such darkness

You were born blameless full of joy and bonhomie
Your parents loved you, stayed put, never roaming

Their dreams for your success shone in their shiny eyes
Praying hard that you them fulfill and not resort to lies

Bad company, some small mishaps or misunderstandings
Propelled you in this vortex of hatred n vengeance wreaking

Putting you on path of a downward spiral with point of no return
Your name now blackened with bloodstained soul that all will spurn

Repent and cease this bloodshed forsaking violence eschewing hate
Heaven and God cannot be won with such acts leading to open gates

Seek forgiveness, making amends serving those you have hurt n maimed
Soul searching, self remonstrance and service will assuage those inflamed

It is quite okay to be a failure at those endeavors that you love
Rather than to be a success at something you were driven to hate!!

A heart filled with simmering venom putrid
What misguided teacher turned you so horrid

You were born blameless full of joy and bonhomie
Your parents loved you, stayed put, never roaming

 

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A surging, seething, murmuring crowd of beings that are human only in name, for to the eye and ear they seem naught but savage creatures, animated by vile passions and by the lust of vengeance and of hate.-  Baroness Orczy British, Novelist

 

Hate is always a clash between our spirit and someone else’s body.
Cesare Pavese Italian, Poet

 

I have learned to hate all traitors, and there is no disease that I spit on more than treachery.-Aeschylus Greek, Poet

 

According to Islamic principles, when a man is accused of heresy, he is given the choice between repentance and punishment-.Naguib Mahfouz Egyptian, Novelist

 

Remorse is impotence, it will sin again. Only repentance is strong, it can end everything.
Henry Miller 1891-1980, American

True repentance has a double aspect. It looks upon things past with a weeping eye,

 and upon the future with a watchful eye.-Robert Smith

 

The wolf was sick, he vowed a monk to be: But when he got well, a wolf once more was he.- Walter Brower

 

Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer

Come on old friend, let us hook up and meet
Capture old memories after each other greet

Let us hug joyously and recollect and reminisce
Going back in time when we were mostly in bliss

Those glittering halcyon days of endless summers
Hastily eaten food, finished homework without a murmur

Dirty smeared faces, torn shirts, bruised knees n runny nose
Jumping jacks and marbles, ball games n snaky garden hose

Bitter doses of cold medicines, gulped hastily before yummy sweets
Chills and fevers ignored impatiently hearing pied piper’s drumbeat 

Sneaking out like a ninja, palpitating heart in mouth, clenched firmly
Tiptoeing down the creaking staircase, ears perked askance warily

It was all such a hoot and we had lots of fun n enjoyment galore
Recollecting still gives me joy, bringing past thrills to the fore

Those rented bike rides, seated together we were a singing duo
Umbrella’s turning inside out drenching as we rode like an arrow 

Come on old friend, let us hook up and meet
Capture old memories after each other greet

Let us hug joyously and recollect and reminisce
Going back in time when we were usually in bliss

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 “Those Lazy Hazy Crazy Days of Summer”  
-artist: nat king cole
-peak billboard position # 6 in 1963
-words by charles tobias and music by hans carste

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Just fill your basket full of sandwiches and weenies
Then lock the house up, now youre set
And on the beach youll see the girls in their bikinis
As cute as ever but they never get em wet

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Dust off the sun and moon and sing a song of cheer

Dont hafta tell a girl and fella about a drive-in
Or some romantic moon it seems
Right from the moment that those lovers start arrivin
Youll see more kissin <wolf whistle> in the cars than on the screen

Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Those days of soda and pretzels and beer
Roll out those lazy, hazy, crazy days of summer
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Youll wish that summer could always be here
Youll wish that summer could always be here

Dream Weaver – Two

Call me not a dream robber
Call me not a dream stabber
Call me not a dream deflator
Call me not a dream merchant

I am a Dream Weaver

 

I gather strings of worries
I sense all secret longings
I collect all lovers’ pangs
I catch floating laments

I am a Dream Weaver

 

I drink all poisons of hate
I feed on societal ills’ spate
I reel in corruption that frustrates
I imbibe oppressions on my palate

I am a Dream Weaver

 

Give me your tired apathy
Your shattered aspirations
Your big small vexations
Your virtual real dungeons

I am a Dream Weaver

 

I will then convert this bitter gall
Into ambrosia, filling, topping a highball
Woven with all strings gathered in fall
Offering this manna to one and all

After all- I am your own personal Dream Weaver!!

 

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I prefer to be a dreamer among the humblest, with visions to be realized,
 than lord among those without dreams and desires. -Kahlil Gibran

A successful person is a dreamer whom someone believed in.-Source Unknown

 

You can kill the dreamer but not the dream.-ANNONOMUS

 

No dreamer is ever to small; no dream is ever to big.-Source Unknown

 

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength,
 the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.
Harriet Tubman American, Activist

 

 

 

 

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