tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-219508942024-02-28T13:00:35.431-08:00poemsWelcome to the world of Umesh GhoshUmeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1155108762990271652006-08-09T00:32:00.000-07:002006-08-09T00:38:06.940-07:00Poems of 2003<p class="mobile-post">I know all these that I judge again for<br />the definition of knowing is not satisfying.<br />That's a truth that I can do what I want.<br />The fact is thinking it and turns it in accurately<br />till to its end that's what I don't materialize.<br />I'm losing in dreamland before that's disgusting...<br />I've only power to work<br />and the result would become similar<br />So I've no need to think.<br />So why do I do so?<br />The factor that turns thoughts into reality is work.<br />Am I trying to change the factor to dream<br /> if I've to do so I must dream ten times than work.</p><p class="mobile-post">______________________</p><p class="mobile-post">Tomorrow's bread is in my hand by which I prepare.<br />The silence smitten love and unity is smoldering<br />amid the limitations of power and thought.<br />But tear can't release pain although so in the reality<br />of materialism and living oneself merely arms<br />of passions only cry the sensual errors and impacts<br />controls present slavery to oneself and others know no rules.</p><p class="mobile-post">______________________</p><p class="mobile-post">I heard your call o my cuckoo bird.<br />None answers your queries but I do.<br />You communicated me in the last night<br />a day earlier – but your questions are same<br />I think as your voice is similar.<br />Again your sounds are reaching my ear<br />with airs cry of night and with my own senses.<br />Everyone has forgot you in the fake world<br />but you must survive thought ages pass,<br />your craze is no more today like others<br />because you are the source of memory .<br />I forgot you but just for the moment<br />you stroke in my relief organization once.<br />I'm seeing you concealing your turns, o.</p><p class="mobile-post">____________________</p><p class="mobile-post">Working is the easiest task in the world.<br />But it requires a strong will to practice.<br />Then the works will be happening by itself.<br />In times of work it needs no thinking<br />pleasure or sorrow or other fears.<br />It's where the mind is free and powerful.<br />It needs great awareness of the facts<br />but its own pleasure is unmatched.<br />It's a practical thing final every time.<br />So need s plans and science to attain only<br />its effects are timeless beyond us.<br />It's the point of our soul that covers it.<br />It has a noble job for everybody's needs.<br />It's the way on the journey towards god.</p><p class="mobile-post">___________________</p><p class="mobile-post">The serenity of your unimaginable presence<br />although still undiscovered to me is genius<br />but actually more than I can explain.<br />Your process, power and ultimate reality<br />are worse to me at times.<br />Something or someone is calling me continuously<br />but it's not reaching to my mortal ears.<br />The moon is invisible in the conspiracy of a rat<br />in the black curvature while a gorgeous stone glittering<br />and pretending a star with unknown indication.<br />The consuming shadows reach to<br />an unknown stairs guided by trees.<br />Can I see the hidden secrets?<br />Mortal is what I've to finish so there is nothing in it.</p><p class="mobile-post">____________________</p><p class="mobile-post">I can't hear the sound few meters away<br />and realize the vastness of the ocean<br />from a closed circuit of eye that binds.<br />I don't know what I ought to do<br />at least for the benefit of everyone.<br />I don't know what the next second will bring<br />for me from darkness where I can't reach.<br />I find many persons like me moving<br />or stopping my rivals, foes and patrons.<br />I can't hank two things at a time and forget<br />or don't know the truths.<br />Everyone's pace is right in his position yet<br />I don't find a massive development.<br />It may be as it's the task unplanned<br />and continuous and just one chance is there<br />so no one succeeds in his life uniquely<br />for one doesn't know the unique.<br />So there I find inspirations and contractions<br />and conservation but there's some illogical things<br />in our minds that are dangerous.</p><p class="mobile-post">_____________________</p><p class="mobile-post">So sorrowful is our lives;<br />we don't have what we wish.<br />We have to shake tears behind<br />our dreams what am able to do<br />in such few hours and then sleep<br />and again the same play.<br />I can or can't do something<br />that's the end.<br />If I wish to be a bird,<br />I can never do.<br />A sorrowful journey<br />is about to begin.</p><p class="mobile-post">____________________</p><p class="mobile-post">Change the meanings,<br />change the definitions.<br />Change as more as you can.</p><p class="mobile-post">____________________</p><p class="mobile-post">Great inspirations and shocks come<br />in the path of our life<br />and leave their effect on us<br />but for very short time<br />and then as follows.</p><p class="mobile-post">____________________</p><p class="mobile-post">The unpredictable random effect of the materialism<br />and neo imperialism, the innocent peoples are going<br />to be hanged, the contradictions of our minds,<br />jeopardizing humanity and moral universal values<br />attractions to money and power cultivating war-<br />the emblem of blood contrast and horror.</p><p class="mobile-post">Being a cosmopolitan I declare my revolt<br />for those dictators who are the stain of humanity.<br />Burn in the hell within the two world wars gave<br />us nothing but the tears and a tired eye hopes<br />for peace's touch though that won't be materialized<br />but for something within unknown.</p><p class="mobile-post">________________________</p><p class="mobile-post">Many men are in their ways,<br />you too in the same path,<br />to work and then weary –<br />deformed amidst the wars, peace,<br />sorrow or whatever though somehow<br />influencing our minds.<br />But it's to talk in silence.<br />We can't see you but<br />in some patient mood appear you<br />suddenly or in the deepest corner<br />of our hearts truth are lying<br />but we won't in the days behold<br />although all of our love will reign<br />for ever beyond our notice.<br />I'm seeing the infinite will of us<br />although one may deny it<br />but it's the truth.</p><p class="mobile-post">________________________</p><p class="mobile-post">What we are watching or thinking<br />are the inborn of the past.<br />We never feel that or realize<br />but in a silent mood of grief<br />I can't imagine that in some other time<br />though I know it remains and remains<br />but a cry touches me all the time .<br />Why don't I wan to do what I have to<br />or take everything casually and ignore it?<br />I want help, O heaven!<br />Only for once to actualize my dream<br />without thinking I know, but a cry overcomes<br />me with unbearable pain of agony say<br />me pleasure the truth and rend the curtain.</p><p class="mobile-post">________________________</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1154711420792677562006-08-04T10:10:00.000-07:002006-08-04T11:48:44.596-07:00Poems of 2003The innocent child which can't think <br />the reality of innermost beast <br />when he is going by the training <br />of conscious gods, the some others. <br />What best can I do now- cry , shout <br />and suicide-useless being ineffective <br />except giving satisfaction. <br />So change the training channel to teach <br />one to be same in water or fire or humanitarian<br />who love his world as he loves himself- <br />then the training is best when the world be one. <br />Not how much body can do-<br />skeptical eye is the king of all.<br /> <br />-------------------------<br /> <br />The things that I do beyond my sensation <br />at every moment is far more hard than <br />that I fear to attempt. <br />The earth is moving round the sun <br />but I don't realize. <br />I do these things that I know <br />I mustn't do, bad or good. <br />I even don't work for anyone except me. <br />I shame at the people doing misdeeds. <br />But don't want to realize I'm in the same path. <br />I think myself as the best and the most powerful. <br />Yet I've no power except love. . <br />I think I'm doing the right generally. <br />I forget what wrongs I've done. <br />That's because I'm the slave of me. <br />And I can't prosper until I win over it. <br />Actually the mind doesn't want to understand.<br /> <br />----------------------<br /> <br />For what I'm fussing so much? <br />My aim is to secure excellent marks in the exams <br />to be first in all exams. <br />Then to be successful in my career <br />and that's all- then co-operate<br />Too many births failed to find a meaning. <br />But few attempts are made to confined time <br />in words of creativity indeed. <br />Thus the aim succeeds but the reason of learning<br /> is knowledge or money or immortality. <br />I'll achieve it! <br />For its mine to live after. <br />There lie constructions – the construction <br />of thoughts that makes one do all these things. <br /> <br />--------------------<br /> <br />Now I'm going to die <br />for I can do little for the humanity. <br />I'm exhausted to live such a life <br />where everything is unjustified. <br />I know everything but of no use. <br />I've no power to live anymore <br />amid a world where goodness is a theory <br />and corrupted is the man. <br />Politics is the source of all lies <br />and thus motivated works result <br />in decay and promises not kept, <br />time not to maintain. <br />Make works pending and pending <br />and to decay the understanding <br />and rest just to forget. <br /> <br />------------------------<br /> <br />Why do you make me confined at the home? <br />Almost all the days you give for once. <br />I can't say the sun will rise tomorrow for me <br />however I try to predict many things , <br />but on previous experiences in previous filters <br />faulty of being repeated to layer my views. <br />Independent considerations are still awaiting , <br />the repetitions of night so predicted <br />although hard to say the uncertainty of life. <br />Everyday a new thought and a new explanation <br />renders it a new meaning to define and then <br />storms ,rains and thunders enter in the closed eye view <br />to reconnect to its main stream. <br /> <br /> <br />------------------------<br /> <br />Round, round and round on the same thing. <br />Is that the meaning of life? <br />Making a great meaning to live, <br />life continues as a passage of water <br />in a complicated outcome of thoughts <br />and experiences as the outcome was <br />by fellow soldiers and to paint in the <br />background to make it dark. <br />Sorrow is reciprocal to happiness in constancy, <br />as the blossoming in the trees after a long wait <br />like the drawing in the sky. <br />These are unstable but powerful. <br />The theme is the same <br />although the light shatters a bit.<br /> <br />----------------------<br /> <br />Today I'm writing but tomorrow <br />I may cry or smile in pleasure or pain <br />but how long it would go on in parallel? <br />Can they never meet to make my life <br />a blend without any turnout? <br />When will these clouds make rain in my life?<br /> <br />-----------------------<br /> <br />I can die today but I don't know <br />I'm blind from all respects.<br /> <br />------------------------<br /> <br />The pen that write one's thoughts <br />Expresses him and his world.<br /> <br />-------------------------<br /> <br />Yesterday I thought something <br />but I don't remember today. <br />That certainly a medium thought of me, <br />but who knows there won't be any excellence. <br />Though I can ruminate I can't be sure. <br />I'm now the second manifestation of oblivion <br />as millions of me stays there <br />and I'll do the oscillations <br />to forget and remember blinds us <br />like it do for time . <br />I'm mortal but about my restless thoughts , <br />they can't be realized . <br />They don't know any barrier or drawback <br />and the runs all time forward to reach less. <br />They are none but mysterious as me <br />who wants to him whom he loves most. <br /> <br />------------------------<br /> <br />Everything has destroyed , <br />but I'm here beyond <br />being effected under your <br />ravished eyes – <br />the summation of worsts. <br />I don't know anyone <br />or I'm anything surrounding <br />the beasts omnipresent. <br />The interacting thoughts integrating <br />I'll finish you more than killed. <br />Suicidal of you is none but you.<br />If you have power , go and destroy. <br />Not shut your mouth and sleep. <br />Don't try to entangle and puzzle me. <br />Your sensation is ineffective here beyond. <br />I finish as I've to finish standing <br />on the bench of destruction. <br /> <br />------------------------<br /> <br />I need functions that eliminate errors <br />and stand for only truth and ultimate <br />where considerations are changeless <br />universally prevailing in all minds . <br />truth be one all and end all.<br /> <br />-------------------------<br /> <br />Partial increments of minds <br />and developments regarding assumptions <br />and its execution. <br /> <br />--------------------------<br /> <br />The more I finish the more I start. <br />That is the only inspiration of my life .<br />I've to flourish or to be a legend <br />I must finish my tasks though tough indeed.<br /> In my daily life I see illusions very mighty <br />like a hided executioner-<br />I've to staple them in their origin or cultivate means. <br />I find nothing in sleeping although I daily sleep. <br />In nature the spectacles daily die everyday <br />and I die everyday to give birth a new one. <br />There is no lasting pleasure to sink all life <br />or be sure of accuracy of fulfillment. <br />The conviction is within too some extent. <br />Excellency for efficiency is lying in my death bed.<br /> <br />------------------------<br /> <br />In the world everywhere I see day in <br />and day out people are busy to establish <br />their superiority by highlighting the wrongs <br />or by misdirecting us which is the testimony <br />to their selfishness. <br />A flower wants to tempt bees by its smell <br />and colour while nature attracts us by <br />its beauty that persuades an implication of nationality. <br />Some ideas are so trusted that's hard to shake off. <br />The germ of hatred and zeal fruits now. <br />My eyes are closed in the sunlight <br />while I kill an ant that causes no harm. <br />The water accumulating here is polluted. <br /> <br />----------------------<br /> <br /> <br />I was just hearing a keen voice in the leaf <br />striking silence of night. <br />It must have been a scream of someone coming <br />from not too far although very strange indicating <br />undiscovered truth as it stopped shortly <br />so its actuality will remain within. <br />A person can only imagine of it. <br />The shrill voice of toads that I hear every night <br />though being insignificant, it's impossible <br />to understand the nature. <br />These thoughts are only a think.<br />The white light that makes me see <br />is the best friend of me. <br /> <br />-----------------------<br /> <br /> <br />That's the best gift to me is to survive fit today <br />or for the next day to survive in the world <br />impersonally but most efficiently. <br />I may not even remain on the next day <br />because I don't know the language of me. <br />So I must finish all the things with endless <br />power to prove the value of living . <br />Thus I can get ht eligibility to serve for tomorrow <br />and to discover the power from sunshine <br />to the sunset or from the breeze to the universe <br />everywhere its applicable . <br />All these merely are attempts to wake me up <br />and march on my way tremendously. <br />So I don't think else for no need. <br /> <br />-------------------------<br /> <br />A day has sublimed from my life , <br />not by notice but alarming me every moment. <br />That was a day when the breathing started <br />and stop like the mighty stranger. <br />I've finished a problem, <br />then I'll try another one but what is the finish? <br />Its not the response by death , then? <br />What can be the best use of given period? <br />It will do so if it can serve infinite needs <br />but infinite is not known yet must work for infinite. <br />We can't turn our thoughts into reality. <br />But something is actual then why that won't be ? <br />Think of it and take it as the challenge of life <br />fighting up all looseness that you know.Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1150387308222708982006-06-15T09:01:00.000-07:002006-06-15T09:03:07.906-07:00A Short Story<p class="mobile-post">Flowers of children</p><p class="mobile-post">For bidding adieu for a new day in an enlightened thought to view the<br />future. The dark spell of expectations can't give a proper meaning to<br />the aspirations of mind for gaining something in one birth. The story<br />puts its way from here when a father of a child leaves his family<br />alone in the home to serve for his country. The child was too small to<br />understand this; that's why he's crying in melancholy tune. Anyone who<br />has heart in him can feel pain his voice though to others it will seem<br />to be bothering. The agony for his father has made the child<br />speechless, so continues to cry more profoundly and shedding his<br />invaluable tears.</p><p class="mobile-post">A child knows only two things- one is to smile and other is to cry and<br />both are the rare gifts of nature. I don't know but somehow the child<br />realized his forthcoming loss of his father and reacted in a way one<br />can expect. The falling water of springs is beautiful to watch. And so<br />for his cry, tears were so spontaneous and the shrill voice makes one<br />uncomfortable after some period. But a crying child has his own beauty<br />to watch. The day is appearing from the room of our discussion.<br />Sunlight is creeping in the place to watch them. Cold wind is blowing<br />minutely vaporizing his tears.</p><p class="mobile-post">Paul Hudson, the father of the child is going along an alley leading<br />to road which will take him to the railway station where the army camp<br />is located at present. So many stars in the sky are sacrificing their<br />lives to illuminate the universe since so long. Paul is thinking<br />"Today I'm going to the battle field like many others like me for the<br />cause of my country. It is true that I'm leaving my wife and only<br />child to darkness, but they will be glorified as me if I'll become a<br />martyr serving my home land." But his instant delight fades away when<br />he thinks of the uncertainties of the imminent future of his family<br />which is under dark cloud. He reiterates to himself "Aren't we a<br />victim of noxious political motifs? Is there any necessity of war? My<br />fellow soldiers and I are going to fight for an unknown complexion of<br />sabotage by clever politicians." He contradicts by questioning to<br />himself "How can I cheat my nation where I was born and brought up?"</p><p class="mobile-post">The same observation generates different interpretations in different<br />people. For they judge from a distinct point of view, conclusions may<br />be true as they think. Ultimate truth never existed nor will exist.<br />Every one habitually thinks him or her to be true and claims<br />similarly. They are true it time and circumstances around them are<br />taken into account. But causality makes the difference. However how<br />much responsibility is on his shoulder today! One should complete his<br />present duties as early as possible before another thought of duty<br />mess his mind. Paul asks to god "but what for me? There are certain<br />duties I can't perform simply because of the limits of conceptual<br />harassment. Right now fresh air is shooting me. It is dangerous at<br />times because it appeals fire to destroy everything. Today I met a<br />beggar as you know who was appealing just for food but not for shelter<br />although he is bereft of that. They are true human beings; they<br />survive in most inhospitable circumstances and in untold misery. Their<br />flexibility is matchless. But we still ignore them because they don't<br />know to earn money. However I must think of completing my jobs. My<br />every heartbeat is signifying this sense.</p><p class="mobile-post">My son is thinking in his way about this earth and the surroundings-<br />the universe; and laughing at the stupidity of the people. He never<br />gives his attention to his scope and procedure. His reasoning is<br />simple and we often don't give it a vale. Surprisingly many people<br />deny his past. Why do I find reasons to things happening all around<br />and in many cases fail to give a proper explanation? But I'm going out<br />of the way. I think I need to concentrate. "</p><p class="mobile-post">Paul is a tired now. Today he had a fight with his wife. There is<br />significant difference in characteristics between everyone in this<br />world and both of them have some specialties. A famous person is<br />closed by a single word in the mouth of fans and sometimes the person<br />captures the attention of the mass. But this kind of people never does<br />this so obviously but they are able to put some mark in minds of<br />people which they remember in times to come. They love to swim in the<br />sea and drawn. But ignoring the sense of gratification, everyone would<br />have liked them taking their lives into consideration.</p><p class="mobile-post">He reaches to the military base after a long journey by train. During<br />the travel he was amazed to see the beauty of nature. He never saw<br />nature in this way. But he becomes sad thinking of his family now.</p><p class="mobile-post">Three months have passed in the military base. Paul is now not as<br />before. On a sunny Sunday he receives a letter from his family. The<br />content of the letter is as follows:</p><p class="mobile-post">Dear paul,<br />Our one and only son Bill is no more. He died of acute diarrhea. I<br />tried everything I can. But all my efforts were in vain. I failed to<br />save him. I called doctors and so many of them. If they could do<br />something that would at least saved the life of our son. Now I find no<br />meaning to live. I wonder when I'll go to my son to see him. You don't<br />have to come. Stay there and serve for the nation. Bill would have<br />martyred for our country! The only thing I pray to god is to take you<br />away from me for a good purpose.</p><p class="mobile-post">See the nightingale is singing such a beautiful tune. But why my heart<br />cries with it I don't know.</p><p class="mobile-post">Paul was reading this in a bunker while a shell entered in it.</p><p class="mobile-post">Do you know who Paul was? Paul is not a celebrity or your friend. And<br />he will never be a celebrity. He was the friend of humanity. He was<br />the greatest of your friends. He is the expression of so many uncanny<br />voices of nature that faded away in darkness but still not enough.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147964627282239822006-05-18T08:03:00.001-07:002006-05-18T08:32:22.793-07:00Poems-2003<p class="mobile-post">I've so much works left to do<br />So many duties to perform<br />How much sorrow to overcome?<br />Like the lightning's of the sky-<br />The days are appearing to me,<br />But are passing away, before I realize their value<br />Though the drops of are accumulating<br />It'd be too late before the cycle.<br />And must have to suffer for that;<br />But why can't I have the momentum:<br />To carve my all mistakes?<br />it'd go on unnoticeably.<br />And then I sleep with peace:<br />And the all known but undetached.</p><p class="mobile-post">......</p><p class="mobile-post">So many particles, waves are moving <br />And some reasons for which we are still alive <br />Some seconds are gone thinking these<br />I've reached to my station <br />No matter when the train will start<br />I'm not totally expected like this foam<br />That's ruled by the unknown.<br />The tracks have gone over each other<br />And arrests us in its home swiftly<br />The shackles are not the bar<br />We are the coherent bar<br />These have to go very slowly, unconsciously<br />Shadowed by the cloud of our shadow<br />Patience doesn't exist where we are.</p><p class="mobile-post">.....</p><p class="mobile-post">These searching eyes never find out rest<br />The blessings of which are fruitful.</p><p class="mobile-post">.....</p><p class="mobile-post">The very little gain that I have in <br />My whole life mentioning everything<br />But so much gain I achieved <br />In the opposite direction.</p><p class="mobile-post">.....</p><p class="mobile-post">So rarely in this deformed world <br />Dreams add life too one<br />In the undetached famishing spectacles<br />The sickness of understanding is needed<br />Principles of divinity reigns<br />I'm so happy in this day<br />Although in the untold pain of innumerable<br />Unable to get the support<br />The shield is absent the one<br />The error locations are over and on <br />Amid the truths and lies<br />The need is unshaken<br />Though for some reason whatever!<br />The end is observed except:<br />That what's call the infinite.</p><p class="mobile-post">......</p><p class="mobile-post">My faults are going to be crashed<br />Day by day where practically<br />I can't locate my mistakes though in faults<br />Changing the view to be pessimistic<br />Past is unchangeable not the present<br />The delusions that are turning my eyes<br />At the right moment I must curve<br />One word causes total error forgetting the same<br />Am I to work, devote and think?<br />Not to err, misdeed actualizing my boast ness<br />As they cover the story behind - is the reality?<br />What is not life death is life<br />Life is a chance to convert dreams to it <br />For once best many more - forget that.</p><p class="mobile-post">.......</p><p class="mobile-post">Thought is the only thing on which I stand<br />Love is the only thing in which I believe<br />Truth is the only thing in which I belong<br />Selfishness is the only thing which I follow<br />To finish is the word's expression than ends.</p><p class="mobile-post">The stereotype ness of events and thoughts <br />Are so dull and naked and expected<br />To the said misfortune of a young<br />I'm predicted and caught in deeds<br />That for once I have to overcome.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147964628080676442006-05-18T08:03:00.000-07:002006-05-18T08:31:46.423-07:00Poems-2003<p class="mobile-post">I may sleep like a dead or one yet to born<br />I May dream away my life with the vapor<br />That generates from a fluid and lost.<br />I May think all the life like a curious child<br />Who wants to know the world. I may laugh away <br />My life with an innocent mind which doesn't know <br />The reality inside life. I may cry away like a failed guy<br />Who once aimed to sky. I can do like so on...<br />But independent from classical beliefs<br />I want to place means over results of my works.<br />And I'd like to harm anyone as everyone is the <br />Part of us. And I may not get what I seek<br />but this will enrich my heart.</p><p class="mobile-post">.....</p><p class="mobile-post">Sweet memories of the past<br />That is lively with sights and sounds<br />And the satisfaction of mind<br />Is the eternal bliss to me?<br />For which I suffered too much pain-<br />Are the precedes of such composition<br />Relatively small amount of judgment<br />Is necessary for eternity<br />What I talked yesterday <br />I can't remember now.</p><p class="mobile-post">.....</p><p class="mobile-post">I'm relaxing all the time and doing nothing valuable<br />I'm telling this as I'm not immortal<br />There is after all no security I'm here after<br />A moment and you may simply shut up for now.</p><p class="mobile-post">.....</p><p class="mobile-post">I'm looking at foam and vast wave<br />In the ocean- from a stand of supreme<br />Human feelings to breathe the reason<br />There are many people in the world<br />But how much of them are good?</p><p class="mobile-post">....</p><p class="mobile-post">Always there is an aperture in mind,<br />From where hopes would pass:<br />To continue the pace of our lives.</p><p class="mobile-post">.....</p><p class="mobile-post">The furnishing clips of the ultimatum<br />Is the rule unperceived?</p><p class="mobile-post">....</p><p class="mobile-post">I'm back here again and again<br />From all over thoughts plunging<br />And I see my face in the glass - the same<br />Similar without some experiences<br />Useless without weighted a mile<br />I'm living with feelings<br />I murder myself\f beyond the notice</p><p class="mobile-post">Don't think else, you have just to devote<br />The bindings of the sharp edge<br />Sweaty to believe though sun enlightens<br />Fears or unmoved elasticity's find road amidst<br />The fathomless of this dream takes ages<br />Before he realized - in the science?<br />These chapters close although never be closed.</p><p class="mobile-post">....</p><p class="mobile-post">Just accomplish your works<br />Don't ask any questions.<br />Look at the front not to the back<br />As logically it's your harm<br />For it slows down the clock<br />Yet you justify your progress instantly<br />The testimony is error or our thoughts<br />And longings unjust universally<br />We don't want to know although we know!</p><p class="mobile-post">....</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147241914886366142006-05-09T23:18:00.000-07:002006-05-18T08:33:14.686-07:00My Profile<p class="mobile-post">about me: I'm a cool man, compromising, religious and truth speaking...</p><p class="mobile-post">I can't feel what I am.<br />But believe to be <br />a devotee of mankind.<br />I am not the body <br />which is seen,<br />not even the mind inside me,<br />I am the soul, a part of god.<br />I am now a machine ran <br />by the uncontrolled mind <br />which only loves <br />wealth, fame and lust<br />I am a field of thoughts <br />interacting between the powers <br />of the universe-I am a venture <br />of mind and nature. <br />The truth is still unfold to me<br />What and where I am. <br />relationship status: single </p><p class="mobile-post">birthday: September 15 </p><p class="mobile-post">here for: friends, activity partners </p><p class="mobile-post">children: no </p><p class="mobile-post">ethnicity: east indian </p><p class="mobile-post">languages i speak: Bengali, English (US), Hindi, German </p><p class="mobile-post">religion: Religious humanism </p><p class="mobile-post">political view: not political </p><p class="mobile-post">humor: friendly </p><p class="mobile-post">fashion: alternative </p><p class="mobile-post">smoking: no </p><p class="mobile-post">pets: i like pet(s) </p><p class="mobile-post">living: with parents, friends visit often </p><p class="mobile-post">hometown: kolkata </p><p class="mobile-post">webpage: http://umesh4ever.blogspot.com/ <br /> </p><p class="mobile-post">passions: writing and publishing poems,singing, doing research, meditation. </p><p class="mobile-post">sports: cricket, football, formula one, tennis,moto gp,auto<br />racing,golf...i'm a madly fan of sports. </p><p class="mobile-post">activities: i've messianic complex.to help the poor is my motto.<br />except that playing chess, taking part in extra curricular activities. </p><p class="mobile-post">books: religious books,philosophy, psychology, literature classics, poems,<br />science fiction </p><p class="mobile-post">music: My music choice changes with time. My favourites are beatles, led<br />zeppelin, eagles, u2,m </p><p class="mobile-post">j, metallica,mariah carey etc </p><p class="mobile-post">movies: titanic,a beautiful mind, gladiator,MI 2,swadesh,rang de basanti etc</p><p class="mobile-post">cuisines: biriyani,mutton raganjosh, pron,vetki mach,chicken korma etc <br /> </p><p class="mobile-post">email: fraternitydisposal@gmail.com <br />Yahoo!: fraternity_disposal</p><p class="mobile-post">Google Talk: fraternitydisposal@gmail.com </p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147240409768983312006-05-09T22:53:00.000-07:002006-05-09T22:56:28.033-07:00If I can write what I think<p class="mobile-post"><br />If I can write what I think <br />Just to the point not more or less<br />If I can think that never thought <br />If I shape the paragon of my dream <br />If I ca see the darkness of my stressed will<br />If I can give my all for everyone without asking anything<br />If I can do a job just for its own shake <br />If I be the perfect from all respect <br />Then I'd be everything one can think or not<br />Although it is impossible as impossible <br />Try with your all capacity , is the motto<br />The success depends on realizing true sense of all<br />And going beyond all illusions.</p><p class="mobile-post">...............</p><p class="mobile-post">We are men after all.<br />We suffer from pain , bereavement or loss<br />We make fault then cry and forget -exhausting.<br />Our life is so called record of dramas<br />We don't try to create parallel things <br />With all the sweet except shedding it.<br />After being tired in sleeping and gasping <br />Among all these we do something by chance <br />And make a habit of whispering behind pleasure<br />It's like running in straight line intercept in infinite<br />We make our life a devotion to such ideas.<br />No one in this earth is happy overall except being imaginary<br />Men by nature don't want ot understand the reality<br />This mortal body blaming such not remains years to come.</p><p class="mobile-post">..............</p><p class="mobile-post">Worth is pleasure of mind <br />Pleasure is relative in kind. <br />I can do what I wish <br />But only say it and then extinguish.<br />Too little one can express by means <br />of some words in the surroundings<br />of the expressions being faded.<br />The rapid slaps on me and myself<br />Crying ashore for some tears.<br />Complexes of mind and values <br />Lie on the non terminating feelings <br />of selfishness faulty department!<br />The embedded imaginary imputations <br />Resulting the endlessness of treatments and.</p><p class="mobile-post">.................</p><p class="mobile-post">Why is it very easy to dream <br />And very hard to accomplish?<br />This is because to dream is our <br />Instinct and for work is not .<br />So we do the opposite and take them negatively<br />What's new in the world -the same sun <br />Moon , stars and nature where looks only changes.<br />Rapidness is calling to join but the end surpassing<br />(I can see the end coming al the was )<br />I can see my death as you , why then so !<br />The same things I do everyday <br />Yet I call it a new thing for my nature <br />In the summary of life I find nothing creative <br />Or something for the welfare of mankind<br />I want to make myself a dedication to mankind.</p><p class="mobile-post">..................</p><p class="mobile-post">What is the worth of a man ? <br />Universally he is beyond being worthy<br />For he being infinite , but his worth is negligible<br />Practically as he can do nothing by his own <br />He apparently is the slave of time and place<br />It doesn't maters if he, like others <br />The difference is some works and achievements <br />In the piter of the life<br />But death is not all and may be even better than life<br />As it covers most of the time<br />What's going on all around us?<br />There may be ideas in breaches<br />Bt now we don't know what's it.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147229599795324452006-05-09T19:53:00.000-07:002006-05-09T22:56:58.446-07:00For Idiots<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">For Idiots</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Lust is beauty, lust is truth</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Sultry is the woman who is beautiful</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Beauty generates sensual thoughts</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Or tempts to have sex.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Love is the storm of lust in young minds</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">That only wants to gratify.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Sexual pleasure is the aim of everyone</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">As the insatiable fire in mind.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">It permits no barrier in its way</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">For the tryst with bodies.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">The irresistible comfort for the time being </span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">is the inspiration always</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">the thought of love is to hug, kiss or screw</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">with innumerable processes.</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">Love is the eager to have one nude</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;">With total passion</span><br/><span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"></span>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147228431713629532006-05-09T19:33:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:53:58.686-07:00We are human after all<p class="mobile-post">We are human after all.<br />We suffer from pain , bereavement or loss<br />We make fault then cry and forget -exhausting.<br />Our life is so called record of dramas<br />We don't try to create parallel things <br />With all the sweet except shedding it.<br />After being tired in sleeping and gasping <br />Among all these we do something by chance <br />And make a habit of whispering behind pleasure<br />It's like running in straight line intercept in infinite<br />We make our life a devotion to such ideas.<br />No one in this earth is happy overall except being imaginary<br />Men by nature don't want to understand the reality<br />This mortal body blaming such not remains years to come.<br />.....</p><p class="mobile-post">Worth is pleasure of mind <br />Pleasure is relative in kind. <br />I can do what I wish <br />But only say it and then extinguish.<br />Too little one can express by means <br />of some words in the surroundings<br />of the expressions being faded.<br />The rapid slaps on me and myself<br />Crying ashore for some tears.<br />Complexes of mind and values <br />Lie on the non terminating feelings <br />of selfishness faulty department!<br />The embedded imaginary imputations <br />Resulting the endlessness of treatments and.<br />.....</p><p class="mobile-post">Why is it very easy to dream <br />And very hard to accomplish?<br />This is because to dream is our <br />Instinct and for work is not .<br />So we do the opposite and take them negatively<br />What's new in the world -the same sun <br />Moon , stars and nature where looks only changes.<br />Rapidness is calling to join but the end surpassing<br />(I can see the end coming al the was )<br />I can see my death as you , why then so !<br />The same things I do everyday <br />Yet I call it a new thing for my nature <br />In the summary of life I find nothing creative <br />Or something for the welfare of mankind<br />I want to make myself a dedication to mankind.<br />....</p><p class="mobile-post">What is the worth of a man ? <br />Universally he is beyond being worthy<br />For he being infinite , but his worth is negligible<br />Practically as he can do nothing by his own <br />He apparently is the slave of time and place<br />It doesn't maters if he, like others <br />The difference is some works and achievements <br />In the shutter of the life<br />But death is not all and may be even better than life<br />As it covers most of the time<br />What's going on all around us?<br />There may be ideas in breaches<br />But now we don't know what's it.</p><p class="mobile-post">......</p><p class="mobile-post">Nobody thinks of me and the result is still impressive<br />What I meant to say didn't understand?<br />Deep words and speeches and the logics of understanding,<br />Give it a sense to think of .<br />What is the process of judging one thing?<br />It depends purely upon man's mind .<br />The description of a man is to make mistakes<br />And then suffer for it<br />One man also serves relatively better<br />Than others to win the race <br />But the journey is on and he loses soon<br />And then reconstruct all things concerned.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147226444263272072006-05-09T19:00:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:05:41.410-07:00The Potter<p class="mobile-post">The Potter</p><p class="mobile-post">Now I'm thinking of a potter<br />I don't know anything of whom<br />Except he is a potter-this is to me similar<br />To everyone lost in the arrows of time<br />I'm the potter who shoulder the life<br />Like him I've to pass the same with<br />no treasure, no money, no pain<br />life is truth or death or both?</p><p class="mobile-post">Life is light and death is darkness<br />Death is the messenger of opposite place<br />Some fear, mysterious hope ,pleasure or sorrow<br />If this is the end so why chaos, jumps<br />Envy, hope or longings?</p><p class="mobile-post">........</p><p class="mobile-post">Everything is with me and I'm<br />With you for you are with me.<br />Pleasure is your touch tough<br />Must die after its age but the flash<br />Is for ever, forget the truth and come to dream<br />As you can escape from the truth<br />And dream, whole your life until death<br />Don't ask anything else and do<br />If you stop, cry don't cry again except<br />Your aim is in vain<br />Don't bind your eyes to keep on the<br />Same road to reality.<br />All these are truths from your stand<br />And don't change this for being the familiar.</p><p class="mobile-post">........</p><p class="mobile-post">Ultimate is not what we can think<br />Ultimate is that we can't think<br />Two things are there imaginable<br />and unimaginable but what is in the midst<br />of them? The maximum in life is death<br />and nothing is beyond it . so don't fear<br />anything you see. If you can overcome all things<br />smiling face all the time and finding<br />pleasure in sorrow-to take happiness<br />and pain in the same way is how<br />you can be always a happy man<br />all I've said is only theoretical<br />but actually you must turn all in excellence.</p><p class="mobile-post">.........</p><p class="mobile-post">I see, I hear , I eat , I drink<br />I do many things with some hope<br />And will to be something in the world .<br />Everybody does so as they are similar<br />To me. This is the rhyme of the world<br />And such will go on as long it will live?<br />All the persons are doing according to their<br />Wish all the time and nature do the same.<br />But there is so fuss, so thoughts , many things<br />The eternal things are universal feelings<br />The sweetest voice and the picture .<br />I'm happy to be a part of all these<br />And look to go on long to write.<br />The cause of such thoughts yet to know.</p><p class="mobile-post">.........</p><p class="mobile-post">If I can write what I think<br />Just to the point not more or less<br />If I can think that never thought<br />If I shape the paragon of my dream<br />If I ca see the darkness of my stressed will<br />If I can give my all for everyone without asking anything<br />If I can do a job just for its own shake<br />If I be the perfect from all respect<br />Then I'd be everything one can think or not<br />Although it is impossible as impossible<br />Try with your all capacity , is the motto<br />The success depends on realizing true sense of all<br />And going beyond all illusions.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147225981527273892006-05-09T18:52:00.000-07:002006-05-09T18:53:01.956-07:00ContinueHidden Truth <br /><br />Under my eyes where the world almost surrenders<br />Its expressions because in the breathe of nature:<br />There lays an implication to a cause underneath;<br />Which she doesn’t express easily for I discovered bubbles <br />Of water when I poured water in the tub which had a <br />Certain implication to my searching eyes; there is a science.<br />Behind it that's clear & it is the result of my activity.<br />What else can I do for a dead man except to cry?<br />For sometime put allegations to the god whose existence questionable!<br />Though from our limited standpoint; if death is called the <br />Best tragedy of life then life is worst tragedy as it leads to death.<br />Fuss have no rest except deteriorating it .I’m a man <br />Who reads, thinks, eats, dreams, and enjoy—what else can I do<br />The wheel of life is certain though the paths are uncertain<br />Everyone thinks alone but can’t talk. Escape of minds<br />Is few that’s why world is the story of few.<br /><br /><br /><br />Continue <br /><br />To continue something is the highest job of the world.<br />To start or finish anything is easy<br />As if you start then you have to finish.<br />For how much time you continue it matters.<br />If you only start the thing you then also <br />Finish it with its commencement.<br />It’s valuable to everything similarly<br />The thing that only matters is to <br />Actualize it with integrated turmoil.<br />Thus the ravishing effect can be created<br />That will reign uniformly-universally,<br />Unattained by any eye, famishing <br />Bodies don’t know to protect <br />They are to die & suffer as a result.<br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />Imagination <br /><br /> <br /><br />We have concepts in the paintings of imagination <br />Which is the inborn trail of everyone.<br />It sharpens with practice but negligence<br />Makes it blunt; imagination is behind <br />Everything discovered or will discover,<br />As it is the first aid to our thought.<br />Neighbourhood & experience is the source of the <br />Thoughts-that always struck by dualities.<br />Thought of one is the independent art <br />That sometimes be the cause of great lose<br />They are the evidence of inexpressible input. <br />They are universal of thoroughly feet<br />They are the unnoticeable ruler of the universe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <br /><br />My Duty <br /><br />I’ve no right to ignore anyone as I’m worse than him.<br />I’ve no right to advice as I’m not right.<br />I’ve no right to be angry as I’m none depends on me.<br />I’ve no right to hate as I’m everybody is good.<br />I’ve no right to harm as it will only cause harm to me.<br />I’ve no right to capacity to help as they are beyond the circle of help.<br />I’ve no right to teach as I don’t know everything.<br />I’ve no right to happy or satisfied as it is like the slay of breathe.<br />I’ve no right to think of me because my body doesn’t think of me.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />You<br /><br />Poets paint universal sensations in the hue of <br />Their feelings, thoughts and passions to quench <br />The thirst to sing the immortal ever new bliss<br />Of you who also stirs me to be myself as they did.<br />Your nature glances a new look every time.<br />I see you with embellishments precious than gold; <br />Your instantaneous outlook though stays faint <br />In memory page, is mysterious.<br />Why then I write poem on your beauty<br />To give its nectar to everyone although too little!<br />Is there anything which is not you or your beauty?<br />Then I earnestly want to splash that.<br />My question would be unanswered I know<br />But an inborn hope by nature makes me to love you more.Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147223613575943632006-05-09T18:13:00.000-07:002006-05-09T18:39:00.920-07:00That day was better-2003<p class="mobile-post">That day was better:<br />I learned to know you from the beginning <br />And you newly closed my eyes<br />To think again and prepare <br />To take a new responsibility<br />And many dreams came across in these eyes<br />You appeared like I expected<br />To accompany me to begin a journey<br />But to advanced to fulfill<br /> <br />You are so dirty - you have got one already.<br />So what is the importance of me?<br /> <br />..........</p><p class="mobile-post">Think of years from now<br />And then beyond,<br />Think of the universe <br />And then beyond that,<br />Seems to be too much brainstorming<br />And uncertain;<br />I observed the moon and stars one night<br />Years back on my couch<br />I supposed to end this, but I must continue<br />And then in sorrow or pleasure<br />I passed those days<br />O no! A man of incredible passion<br />I'm the only person who knows <br />About himself what to do<br />I see nothing now <br />To give place a new;<br />A child has his right so I do<br />But too much difference in reality<br />We are just toward our past.<br /> <br />Tremendous joy is over there<br />After the death in heaven;<br />But how much joy makes one happy<br />And sometimes some real sorrow:<br />A flock of birds are flying in the sky<br />Are they really so happy-<br />Until being hungry and suffer?<br />And the long bliss of peace in mind<br />Being immortal in the contributions to the world.<br /> <br /> <br />.........<br /> <br />There are many stars in the sky<br />But the sun is the brightest to us.<br />Many stars have their glow <br />But we cannot see that.<br />There are peoples works dusted the whole creation?<br />To make a change-significant<br />The cries of the flowers going to die<br />Have anyone listened<br />A scorching sun makes it more sense.<br /> <br />A beautiful girl is coming towards me<br />But she offered her back,<br />Look at the sun and the question <br />Will no longer exist.<br />A falls of thoughts develop another meaning<br />And after thousands of years passed <br />I will remain in her cry.<br />No boundaries can protect me from being the same<br />In a close outlook- it is to be arranged.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> ......</p><p class="mobile-post">Your beauty is whatever I see or think<br />You are there with me forever,<br />The symphony with your mind <br />Is a supernatural inspiration to me?<br />It catches me in some silent mood<br />Spiral, unclear in your presence<br />In the stars with an unreadable expression<br />Acne to my heart, your eyes and body<br />Although invisible to me in the limit <br />Of my existence-you are absolutely <br />An earthly thing preventing great mystery <br />My power is unable to reach you<br />As you are the best I've seen<br />And I am the worst of your kind.<br /> <br /> <br />Unseen Nature</p><p class="mobile-post">In my eyes nature surrenders<br />its expressions but <br />there are causes behind<br />that she hides for I discover <br />science in its every breath.</p><p class="mobile-post">What else can I do for humanity except to cry?<br />And utter dusty words to God in disbelief!<br />if death is the <br />best tragedy of life then life <br />is the worst tragedy leading to death.<br /> </p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147223423547785722006-05-09T18:10:00.000-07:002006-05-09T18:21:02.973-07:00EXPERIENCES-2003<p class="mobile-post">EXPERIENCES<br /> <br />A faint brush in the memory lane<br />Crowded with experiences and spectacles,<br />In the chapters of mind that I see:<br />Again and again when I seek for it.<br />Can I never change them except? <br />Filling them with certain imputations of the mind?<br />They are mobile but random<br />With un perceivable expressions of motion;<br />They are controlling me above the margin of my feelings-<br />That would be gone on relentlessly:<br />In the midst of some hopes;<br />The perpetual cry of mind is associating,<br />But the unsurpassable cover of illusion<br />Always entangles us from realizing these.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />THE FRATERNITY DISPOSAL<br /> <br />The fraternity disposal of the ensuing game: <br />Is still to be achieved above all barriers. <br />Smiling faces are not real for long,<br />Without being demolished.<br />Slowly but with sound you will enter me...<br />Black between the white, the contest;<br />Learn from imagination and not ending yet- <br />Whatever true!<br /> <br />The fraternity disposal of the constructing support:<br />Is still to be achieved evading the facts of means.<br />No matter whether you are or not-<br />Life's a power game,<br />Where I am a looser but I can win still...<br />And I had ne'er be deprived from your glance!<br /> <br />The fraternity disposal of forthcoming <br />Achievement needs to be used<br />Paving the way to the ultimate <br />But the opposite is also true<br />To balance the game!<br />O it's along race-yet to finish<br /> <br />I do not know what is the end<br />Before it would rob my life.<br /> <br /> <br />BLANK PAGES<br /> <br />Blank pages with no expressions-<br />In it, yet ask me to change.<br />My life, in the shadow of fades light:<br />Is to be discovered before its end.<br />There is no match for myself & for you:<br />I've to err & err, to continue my journey<br />This may lead to my death still:<br />I will begin a new day clears & cold.<br />Everyone's my companion, me not:<br />Analyzing my view of life.<br /> Reconstructing all the defaults set by God,<br /> Yet to assign its value:<br /> All thoughts are overlapping<br /> Leading to an nary movement to cease myself..<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />MY PASSION<br /> <br />Minutely and silently come my passion<br />And sink into my heart forever from now<br />I gaze at your cold eyes like the moon<br />And search its unreadable tune.<br />I taste your profound perfume<br />Whenever you appear in my fortune.<br />Who are you is an unanswered question.<br />That always hoard me in my patient mood;<br />Sometimes though in busy hours <br />You exempt my feelings but you are inerasable<br />Like the ultimate behind every matter:<br />Blessings are gone but you<br />The tryst of our souls are finding place<br />That'd never be touched.<br /> <br /> <br />....</p><p class="mobile-post">I never wanted to see you, for I do not know <br />The truth about you and your mind;<br />My place is on the trees love:<br />They gave there all before realizing me.<br />Your love only reigns in your mind<br />To lead the beginners to end<br />The shortcuts of you in the hue of selfishness,<br />May only be the story of fulfilling some days<br />May this appear only before, in spite result denies<br />The definition based on lasting not encircling.<br />The proposals of uncontrolled life;<br />In the errors predominating life<br />It's clear to be insane easily.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147223313540090232006-05-09T18:08:00.000-07:002006-05-09T18:36:00.096-07:00Is it the finish ? -2002<p class="mobile-post">Is it the finish you see this be an error <br />But something is in that at least.<br />Am I destroyed it's corrupted <br />Everything's corrupted remembering <br />Everything being diffused<br />You are the one to develop the meaning<br />And to say the significance <br />Being thoroughly devastated<br />Something to re destructor and to re construct <br />And I am there and you will never find me <br />Everything is in the darkness <br />You see everything is there<br />And to accomplish a meaning as you prefer.<br /> <br /> <br />......</p><p class="mobile-post">The beautiful spectacles in front of me <br />That are laughing or crying I do not know<br />But I watch them in my heart's glow:<br />They are extraordinary I think<br />But I have no word to thank them.<br /> <br />I am looking at foam and a vast wave<br />In an ocean -from stand too supreme<br />Human feelings to breathe the reason<br />There are many people in the world<br />But how much of them are good?<br /> <br />Always there is an aperture in mind<br />From where hopes would pass<br />Continuing the pace of lives.<br /> <br />........</p><p class="mobile-post">I may think that my ancestors are stupid<br />And they created everything wrong<br />So why should I study them?<br />I have the power of my own to create<br />New things by different approach;<br />But why I am not doing it?<br />I have best thoughts but I have not the <br />Idea that off I cannot practice them <br />They are worthless as everyone.<br /> <br /> <br />.......</p><p class="mobile-post">Where idiots grow under my eyes<br />And I never think of them<br />As they only born and die<br />They might find life in death.<br />Whatever maybe it is who cares<br />Everyone thinks show sympathy<br />And sleeps as they get tired<br />And then forget and pause.<br />Is this all?<br />Leaden eyes go vacant deep<br />Like the confusion:<br />I never die, as I do not think so<br />I am a mad as I think so<br />No one can errs as they are <br />Trusted to do so <br />Who thinks of the passers! Damn.<br /> <br />Everybody is dead for I shout <br />But nothing is finished <br />As no solution is gained<br />This is at all so powerless that <br />Minds can never be expressed.<br />And this go on since<br />We do not change.<br /> <br />...........</p><p class="mobile-post">The heaven doesn't conceal her beauty Evens to me in my limit-so why <br />Can I not paint her extraordinary beauty?<br />Or who forbids me from doing this<br />Or doing anything of supreme excellence!<br />So then give everything to defeat wrong motivations.<br /> <br /> </p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147223161661809132006-05-09T18:06:00.000-07:002006-05-09T18:36:47.176-07:00What is the truth-2002<p class="mobile-post">What is the truth?<br /> <br />The sum appears in the east -- is it true?<br />The question arises from our spontaneous nature<br />I will not die if I do not know it at all.<br />So why am I ask and diverting my mind?<br />Then certainly I will die if forget to eat.<br />An impossible idea - different if opposite<br />If it were true-why I for get all the things?<br />The answer is you and you cannot think it<br />So why doesn't everyone suicide<br />As no gain in such then what is the value<br />Of their living-silence<br />I must not ask questions like<br />What, how, when, why for a waste<br />Presuming that a lot of time may be saved!<br /> <br /> <br />.......... <br />Then I was coming back home <br />By cycle that is going out of care,<br />Thinking that the day will so soon <br />Be closed - so as I wanted to feel<br />Nature's expressions, I felt a pleasant <br />Passing away of air- that is still fresh<br />For the time I forgot all that I knew<br />To be impersonal to feel you<br />You may try to lay darkness <br />But I know you are always with me<br />With the touch of your affection<br />Your child refreshes once again.<br />As a belief, I love you and you love me <br />And your clothes were nodding <br />I saw your face and longing eyes for me<br />As there I pause for a little<br />I could not read your mind.<br />I suppose you are angry to see my <br />Crowed fall cracking turmoil<br />As there was many to see you. <br />For me it was a moment <br />To see you guess <br />They were responsible for such one.<br /> <br /> <br />Nothing<br /> <br />I have to say you many things from my heart<br />But I am unable to speak or write.<br />My heart is stopping and soon I will die.<br />But this is for you still as my life is with me.<br />Can you hear me my passion as my power <br />Of speaking is no more as a dead leaf.<br />But still my love for you is as valuable<br />As anyone's life itself- so O! My dear <br />For once look at my eyes that are like a star<br />In your heavenly beauty, but it always see you.<br />Oh! My honey, touch my heart and please realize <br />For whom its beating-only for you<br />And that would pause after I leave.<br />Though I am dark and dull between your <br />Vast admirers for once try to feel the voice <br />Of my soul just telling how much I love you.<br />Although in its shape the beauty and smell<br />Of a rose is excellent and I say mine is similar.<br />But you would have felt my pulse!<br />Now the birds are chirping and the cloud <br />Of darkness is fading: O my love would you<br />Wait at me for a few moments for my heart<br />It is still beating and trying to love you.<br />My eyes cannot see you but my breath is still <br />Waiting for you; and do not be late please<br />Put your hands on my heart and look in my eyes.<br />(Some tears)<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Beauty<br /> <br />Beauty is as best as it is worst:<br />For it changes a life<br />And puts a knife to it<br />Beauty is the symbol <br />Of pure and fresh touch <br />And is the sun of the world<br />As for the sun it always comes<br />With night-so is beauty.<br />It is the timeless power<br />Which combines a couple <br />And make quarrel two.<br />It is only the thing that charms <br />Always making it an ideal for all.<br />Beauty is life beauty is experience<br />Beauty is like the leaf of our life <br />Which like the paragon adds nutrients:<br />To our life-to make us think.<br />Like mirth is followed by tears<br />Beauty seizes us from us<br />That causes difficulty<br />Beauty brings sorrow with it:<br />It lasts for short time.<br />Our life depends on beauty<br />Which is all and I stop here.<br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Blossoms<br /> <br />O blossoms! How beautiful you are<br />As I am unable to trace that<br />It is impossible to count water<br />As you're streaming welcome,<br />No one deny you and your presence.<br />Your color and smell are as unmatchable they are<br />Are to compare others.<br />You give this world a wonderful look and beauty <br />Your existence tells the existence of peace<br />And friendship between us;<br />Your beauty takes a heart<br />To deep thinking of one's origin and reality;<br />You convey love to lovers<br />And prayer to god<br />Your variety in color and smell Make you one in everyone.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147223018795797422006-05-09T18:03:00.000-07:002006-05-09T18:37:13.043-07:00My poem-2002<p class="mobile-post">My poem<br /> <br />I want to compose a poem<br />That will echo life and truth<br />And paint nature and heaven<br />And manifest the society<br />To shape those thoughts<br />Overflowing from my mind.<br />The sensation that I achieve<br />From smiling petals <br />To someone's demise<br />By heaven! I want to compile<br />Such a poem that would <br />Shelter a soul in its Sorrow or gain.<br />I will to confess my limitations <br />Just to overcome them<br />As those shaken feathers<br />Weave the stain.<br />I will find peace in it<br />And I cannot help it.<br />My knowledge and look <br />Is simple - but I think <br />Of them and imagine<br />Finding out their meaning.<br />I will put down my<br />See-taste-smell-hear<br />And feeling as you like.<br />And if there be no great<br />Effect I will not mind.<br />I just want to write <br />For that I have to write.<br />May there be limited thoughts<br />And mistakes too many<br />Or any ideas new of style<br />I say it would embody<br />God and the universe partly,<br />That would sparkle the world<br />And I will live twice in my poem<br />And in people's heart. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Struggle<br /> <br />The thoughts that struggle and struggle<br />In my mind to come through glaring <br />And smiling to bring anew world<br />In the smile of excellence;<br />The snow of the mountains <br />Are also in me to express <br />But they need the heat of the sun.<br />And it is how much left before morning?<br />Can I live to see it - as it is raining?<br />When it will stop for the sunlight to come!<br />Where are you - I am confused <br />And hopeless in the deep ocean<br />When will you come to save me?<br /> <br /> <br />Where<br /> <br />Where I sit and think <br />Where foolishness goes on the way<br />And self-centered ness prevails<br />Where I stay being failed <br />Where the truths lost in its way <br />Where money, business, and politics<br />Is the soul of living!<br />Where people forget the meaning <br />Of humanity and love<br />And become machine in nature<br />And animal in kind <br />Where injustice and dishonesty grow <br />With devastating bombs within<br />Is where I want to be a martyr?<br />.............<br /> <br /> <br />In this world creatures that are men <br />Who predominates the whole world?<br />As how that would be decided in the next age<br />Words flock in our thoughts <br />And experiences brings a new<br />A constant and conservative force<br />That rules the universe also in <br />The variations the difference among all of us<br /> Are said to be irrational admitting the faulty of truths <br />Removing towards another desire<br />Of minds in various outlooks;<br />The beneath factor is also raising <br />A beast is found in the destroying humanity.<br /> <br /> ..............<br /> <br /> <br />A child is shouting in carefree mind <br />A cat is in search of food <br />The child says anything that comes <br />To his mind for once,<br />The weather is becoming yellowish.<br />As if the reflection is grey on the wall<br />A road has gone almost straight<br />Buildings on the both side of it are small<br />But dew has almost inclined them.<br />See from the window of one building <br />It is very hard to write in such light<br />The rain will come shortly<br />The slow and sometimes powerful storm<br />Is sweeping away all our pain.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147222828236455882006-05-09T18:00:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:07:04.203-07:00Where are you my love?<div class=Section1> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>2002<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>1.Where are you my love? <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Whom do I trust or believe.... nobody!<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Can I trust even me being a selfish?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And having an undecided mind. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>If I cannot keep my words or proposals <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>To me how can I believe myself?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>The me sense in this body has given<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Hardly something actually accept-<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Sorrow, horror, self-centred ness <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Yet seems the opposite. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>It has given me interest to ignore <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>The necessary things and truth <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And strengthen irrational conflicts<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>In mind-and even I cannot know <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Its reality as it's impossible to understand.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>So I must tighten it up -<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And try my best for actual.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>2.What we do all the life?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>What we do all the life?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>We cry when we are Child<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And quarrel over a mite<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>In the youth we enjoy <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And expose ours<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And lie in the light<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And study after the night,<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>We never think what to do-<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>As I put this worst verse down<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>In my relief-not to be a poet <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Whose life is a poem itself?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I do not know comparisons<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Or the art of criticizing <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Our life is a sun of sorrow <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And a little joy in it rolls <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Our day's forward<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>We work when our teen comes <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And speak our kinds.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Our youth comes in the evening<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Our body seems very weak.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And we are out of it some day.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And the eyes close in a second<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>The sun of our life sets.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Time forgets us after a day.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And our existence!<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Is this the substance of our life?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>But what we need to do?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>We have to work in our dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Do we laugh to the bar?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>The question is to be answered. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>3.I are<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Not I am a boy<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I am not a man yet<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I cannot feel what I am.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>But I believe I am a devotee of the humanity.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I am not the structure <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>That I am seen <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Not even the mind behind me.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I am the soul, part of god.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Now I am a machine running <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>By the uncontrolled mind <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>That only loves its sake.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I am a field of thoughts <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Interacting between the powers <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Of the universe-I is a venture <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Of mind and nature. <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>The truth is still unfold to me<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>What and where I am.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>4.God and the storm<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I am tired - I lie in the bed<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And see the upper shed of future.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Although it has no ending<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I see the birds smiling.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And singing home away alone<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>The sky is moving in the darkness<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Where the clouds are busy <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>In hide and find with the moon and smoke<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I see the blue horizon extended <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>That would never be seen by anyone<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I am pleased too much yet crying<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>I am unable to hide myself.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>All I have said seems to be<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Right in a certain time affected<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>But unable to crunch a leaf distracted<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>5.Ugly<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Why I am ugly in beautiful nature?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>What is the curse of mine?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Why am I not a genius?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Although you have given birth so many?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Why I am not a rich <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Why aren't I a handsome?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>And the flowers are so sweet?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Why I live like soil<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>In this beautiful earth,<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Why I do not know anything <o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Although has the God created me?<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>No answer.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span lang=EN-GB style='font-size: 10.0pt;font-family:Arial'>Please tell me my Lord.<o:p></o:p></span></font></p> <p class=MsoNormal><font size=2 face=Arial><span style='font-size:10.0pt; font-family:Arial'><o:p> </o:p></span></font></p> </div>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147222552302243492006-05-09T17:55:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:09:58.893-07:00Your love and support<p class="mobile-post">Your love and support</p><p class="mobile-post">You offered love and support <br />even before I asked for it;<br />The sincerity of your appearance,<br />so nice to watch & laugh-<br />stole my heart<br />before I could realize</p><p class="mobile-post">I never knew who you are,<br />but in my heart you'll stay<br />for ever as the highest peak. <br /> <br />I pray your success <br />to reach sky height,<br />and may God fulfill you with <br />everything that makes you happy.</p><p class="mobile-post">Again I promise to share your<br />pain and success equally to me-<br />and thank you..</p><p class="mobile-post">Unseen Nature</p><p class="mobile-post">In my eyes nature surrenders<br />its expressions but <br />there are causes behind<br />that she hides for I discover <br />science in its every breath.</p><p class="mobile-post">What else can I do for humanity except to cry?<br />And utter dusty words to God in disbelief!<br />if death is the <br />best tragedy of life then life <br />is the worst tragedy leading to death.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147222446955143332006-05-09T17:54:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:07:35.133-07:00My Duty<p class="mobile-post">My Duty </p><p class="mobile-post">I can't ignore anyone as I'm worse.<br />I don't advise as I'm not right.<br />I never get angry as none depends on me.<br />I don't know to hate as everybody is good.<br />I don't harm to others as it causes opposite.<br />I don't help as all are beyond the circle of help.<br />I don't teach as I don't know everything.<br />Like slay of breathe happiness is to me.<br />And as my body doesn't think of me,<br />I only work for people.</p><p class="mobile-post">Yesterday</p><p class="mobile-post">Yesterday is like a wave in the shore, <br />comes only once & all over: <br />for our pleasure that comes from love<br />goes beyond limited hours <br />as a rocket flying away in darkness.<br />Time is useless in eye of its progress,<br />time is the doll of infinite and to us, <br />though we feel the opposite;<br />it's the assassin of work:<br />that keeps us far away from reality.<br />Time is the best friend of us <br />but the worst foe of ignorance.</p><p class="mobile-post">Unseen Nature</p><p class="mobile-post">In my eyes nature surrenders<br />its expressions but <br />there are causes behind<br />that she hides for I discover <br />science in its every breath.</p><p class="mobile-post">What else can I do for humanity except to cry?<br />And utter dusty words to God in disbelief!<br />if death is the <br />best tragedy of life then life <br />is the worst tragedy leading to death.</p><p class="mobile-post">I'm a man who reads, thinks,<br />eats, dreams, and enjoy-<br />what else can I do?<br />The wheel of life is certain <br />though the paths are uncertain:<br />Everyone thinks alone but can't talk. <br />Escape of minds is few- <br />that's why world is the story of few.</p><p class="mobile-post">Continue</p><p class="mobile-post">To continue is the hardest job in world.<br />To start or finish anything is easy<br />for you start ,you must finish.<br />If you start the thing only then you also <br />finish it with its commencement.<br />The thing only matters <br />is to incarnate it.<br />The effect of work lasts,<br />unattained by ill eye.<br />For ignorant people who are <br />famishing must suffer and die.</p><p class="mobile-post">My Request</p><p class="mobile-post">What about the beauty <br />you hide with your cloths<br />like the ocean hiding mystery in it.<br />you look at me with irresistible eyes<br />I desire to dip into the excellence of the <br />Serene creation of nature in you.<br />Am I too far apart that you won't give me <br />the pleasure of drinking the <br />nectar of you?<br />You are the Venus of this wandering ship<br />that wants to rest in you in lonely nights.<br />So clear the cloud between us<br />let me drown in your beauty;<br />struck by the thorns of roses<br />imbibe the sour in your skin<br />and feel your affection.<br /> <br />Have I expected much more than <br />you like to give me-<br />So please forgive me <br />as a child of your heart <br />take me there for ever.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147222382128230902006-05-09T17:53:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:08:40.206-07:00Crunched Leaves<p class="mobile-post">Crunched Leaves</p><p class="mobile-post">Lying on tired bed alone <br />I see the glimpse of endless future.<br />I see the smiling birds <br />singing home away. <br />The sky is moving in the darkness-<br />the clouds are busy <br />in hide and seek with the moon and smoke.<br />I see the boundless blue horizon <br />that would never be seen by anyone else.<br />I am pleased too much yet crying<br />for I am unable to find myself<br />as crunched leaves.</p><p class="mobile-post">Ugly</p><p class="mobile-post">Am I an ugly in beautiful nature?<br />if so what wrong I did<br />I am not a genius<br />but You gave so many of them.<br />I am not a rich,<br />in this rich world. <br />The flowers are so sweet<br />yet they live on soil<br />I know little although I'm <br />a creation of God-<br />my Lord! tell me.</p><p class="mobile-post">Preview of Future</p><p class="mobile-post">Think of many years from now, <br />think of the universe, and then beyond, <br />it seems to be tough and vague;<br />I saw the moon and stars <br />long ago in a gloomy night-<br />I supposed to end this, <br />but I had to continue<br />and in sorrow or pleasure<br />I passed those days</p><p class="mobile-post">Tremendous joy is over there<br />after the death and in heaven;<br />how much to makes one happy-<br />for sorrow makes us cry easily?</p><p class="mobile-post">A flock of birds are flying in the sky<br />are they really so happy-<br />until get hungry and suffer?</p><p class="mobile-post">Bliss of peace is the utmost joy<br />for us moving towards the past.</p><p class="mobile-post">Let Me</p><p class="mobile-post">The power of your trust <br />like the waves of sea<br />has filled the coast of my mind.<br />All my emotions have found <br />way to your heart. <br />My words stop to flow <br />expressing gratitude, <br />my body dies in you for love. <br />You are the mate of my thoughts <br />and the tenet of my dreams. <br />As I surrender to you, <br />no tempest could shake us. <br />So let me fulfill my intimate desires <br />and gift the best moment of my life.</p><p class="mobile-post">Imagination </p><p class="mobile-post">Our concepts are paintings of imagination, <br />an inborn quality of everyone.<br />It sharpens by practice but negligence<br />makes it dull; <br />imagination is behind every invention,<br />as it is the first aid to our thought.<br />Nature & experience are sources of <br />thoughts-which always struck by dualities.<br />It is the independent art <br />sometimes causing great lose<br />It evidences inexpressible inputs,<br />from the invisible ruler of universe.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147222235325171242006-05-09T17:50:00.000-07:002006-05-09T19:09:30.206-07:00Drawbacks<p class="mobile-post">Drawbacks</p><p class="mobile-post">Wrong is whatever you think or whatever you are:<br />Truth is only your presence that seems the highest thought.<br />Your power is nil relatively, as you can create nothing.<br />Your reality is to flash and to surrender to fear.<br />Worthless you are for your thoughts pervade in cloister.<br />Your compass is circled in thinking and forgetting.<br />Your aspiration only sinks you but not convey to immortality.<br />You are a slave of unknown until you finish your works-<br />What you think you are and that is the limit.<br />You smash behind everything known or thinkable in mind.<br />Work is you are, work is your thought;<br />Neighborhood of thought is your aperture<br />That loses you in boundless deep between dark and light:<br />Don't think as thought come if you can or don't work. </p><p class="mobile-post">Our Story</p><p class="mobile-post">Down the stairs we walk together<br />Like two birds gliding down,<br />And we speak those words as vapor<br />In my mind I feel of beginning:<br />A new journey with you;<br />But we diverge to our paths so soon.<br />Your voice is like the unhandled<br />Expression to me which touches in sorrow:<br />And I reflect what could be better than this?<br />Your presence is like the eternal bliss-<br />That vibrates on my ears in loneliness<br />I overcome with tears<br />We are like two parallel lines<br />Although in close proximity<br />Can only meet at infinity<br />By our infinite love.</p><p class="mobile-post">When I Attempt to Write</p><p class="mobile-post">When I attempt to write my water<br />Lines of greats occur to me<br />And if I write those<br />I'll be copying. <br />But how would I write?<br />As I'm illiterate and has no power <br />To write good English.<br />After reading me everyone <br />Will laugh at me<br />As I make so much faults.<br />But in my verse I want to give <br />Ideas that would emulate my words.<br />I want to write my loop holes,<br />About something beyond the world<br />And about the life and soul <br />That I discovered.</p><p class="mobile-post">Selfish Mind</p><p class="mobile-post">May I trust anyone-<br />or even me with a selfish<br />and undecided mind,<br />which fails to keep its words.<br />This body has given only<br />sorrow with little happiness<br />although it pretends the opposite. <br />It hates the truth but seeks the evil<br />and keeps me in darkness.<br />I must control it to know the truth.</p><p class="mobile-post">True Story of Us</p><p class="mobile-post">We never get what to do <br />nor understand the truth.<br />Life is a sun of sorrow <br />and little joy rolls its days.<br />We work after time passes by <br />and never speak our minds.<br />youth goes by like the evening<br />the body is covered by weakness<br />and bitter diseases.<br />The eyes close one day-sun sets.<br />We go to oblivion.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147176801846469992006-05-09T05:13:00.000-07:002006-05-09T05:13:21.850-07:00My True Nature<p class="mobile-post">I live in a time which is timeless in nature. <br />It seems to be bounded by happiness or pain <br />or death or birth or success or failure. <br />All these are illusions of ignorant mind- <br />so transient and futile indeed;<br />I'm the soul-omnipotent and immortal,<br />and superior to intelligence, mind and body.<br />I'm the reason for all.<br />I never took my birth nor will I die;<br />The universe and all its expressions are me.<br />Like the gravitational field <br />I'm connected everywhere, <br />ever residing in God's heart <br />as his the dearest.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1147176188685275902006-05-09T05:03:00.000-07:002006-05-09T05:07:03.523-07:00Drawbacks<p class="mobile-post">Wrong is whatever you think or whatever you are:<br />Truth is only your presence that seems the highest thought.<br />Your power is nil relatively, as you can create nothing.<br />Your reality is to flash and to surrender to fear.<br />Worthless you are for your thoughts pervade in cloister.<br />Your compass is circled in thinking and forgetting.<br />Your aspiration only sinks you but not convey to immortality.<br />You are a slave of unknown until you finish your works-<br />What you think you are and that is the limit.<br />You smash behind everything known or thinkable in mind.<br />Work is you are, work is your thought;<br />Neighborhood of thought is your aperture<br />That loses you in boundless deep between dark and light:<br />Don't think as thought come if you can or don't work.</p>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1146058008619124942006-04-26T06:26:00.000-07:002006-04-26T06:26:49.876-07:00The sun is so bright<style>.style1 { font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 11px;}</style></HEAD><BODY><PRE class="style1">The sun is so bright that we can’t see <br/>The remotest stars are so gloom that we can’t watch<br/>Ever are things are most being easy to be.<br/>To be the worst is as hard to be the best<br/>Similar to be shortest or highest for endless<br/>The sun which rises in the east daily what is the difference?<br/>Difference is in the eyes and its nature<br/>But always there is some confusion though baseless<br/>Not understandable complexes of mind<br/>Is the main culprit behind everything we see.<br/>Though it is obvious that’s end and over<br/>A question makes a question and so on.<br/>But the circumference can be drawn by axioms<br/>However still we are hoary confusions are there<br/>Our prosperity deeply affects whereon.<br/></PRE></BODY></HTML>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21950894.post-1146056937252590722006-04-26T06:08:00.000-07:002006-05-09T03:04:18.900-07:00Your love and supportYou offered love and support <br/>even before I asked for it;<br/>The sincerity of your appearance,<br/>so nice to watch & laugh-<br/>stole my heart<br/>before I could realize<br/><br/>I never knew who you are,<br/>but in my heart you’ll stay<br/>for ever as the highest peak. <br/> <br/>I pray your success <br/>to reach sky height,<br/>and may God fulfill you with <br/>everything that makes you happy.<br/><br/>Again I promise to share your<br/>pain and success equally to me-<br/>and thank you..<br/><br/>---<br/>Umeshhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03057105454059636232noreply@blogger.com