I have suffered more pain
than what no Man can endure
for the gain of a loved one
who let me down; for more
but when the same loved one
after letting me down said,
"We can still be friends"
I found it like what my Mom said,
When my dog of fourteen years died
"You can still keep it” she said
While I silently just cried…

I was pottering around the kitchen one night trying to cook up something to impress my wife when it suddenly struck me that I hadn't written a poem for quite awhile. Therefore, to make amends I decided to cook up one then and there. Needless to say that my attempt at cooking up a poem ended up as a fiasco for I only ended up messing the dish that I was preparing as well as the poem that I was cooking. Rather than pleasing my wife, I ended up being the cause of her pulling a long face (actually, the long face suits her more than the attempt at a pleasant face that she makes). Having made her day or rather her night unpleasant, I realised that it would not be fair on my part if I did not share my poem with you my friends just as I had shared my dish with her. So I now place this dish before you my friends for your appetite.

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

The seven worlds are nothing but an onion
Worlds which are not just independent
But layers of the same single onion
Perceived to appear different

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

The world is pungent like an onion
It can make your mouth to stink
Even the strongest who are like iron
Are polluted in a wink.

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

The world is as necessary as an onion
It helps prepare a tasty dish
To make a sweet life out of an onion
You have to sauté it as you wish

The world is nothing but an onion
It only makes you cry
Nothing but a tangy, tasty onion
Only when we do it fry…..

P.S.: Don't try to take the fork & knife to attempt murdering me for that is the prerogative of my wife.

What you truly sowed in me
You have really reaped from me
Then why do you feel I let you down?
It was you who has betrayed and flown

What I truly sowed in you
As such, have I reaped from you
Never was it my intention to let you down
But I have only become a mere clown

For such as anyone sows
In the soil it so grows
So shall anyone reap
Accordingly in a heap

I don't like using smileys,
square or round....
I prefer smiling
with my face so round
than smiling with smileys
so superficial and unsound.

Smiling they say
causes well being
indeed what a way
to good health and living

I don’t like those who use smileys
Rather than smile with their faces
I find such people are really wily
And have up their sleeve a few aces
Which they serve with smileys
While the hurt brings grimaces to faces

Smiling they say
causes well being
indeed what a way
to good health and living

We are all just organic fertiliser
for nature's trees and other flora
While death is the great equaliser
awaiting us in a corner

We are all mere fertiliser
rich in mineral wealth
Happy as long as we are here
as long as we are in the pink of health

We are all just kinds of fertiliser
seeking pleasures out of our life
blissful when we fertilise her
but unhappy in our strife

We are all just organic fertiliser
filled with arrogance and egoistic nature
little realising that when we go under
we become nothing but mere fertilizer

Why create a hole in the ozone layer?
And then why be a sun screen lotion seller?
Why cut the oldest of evergreen trees?
And then why blame pollution on the factories?
Why pollute the purest natural matter?
And then why sell packaged drinking water?
Why sell all tobacco based products to them?
And then why have statutory warnings on them?
Why allow alcohol consumption?
And then why warn of its evils with gumption?
Why search for a shoeshine boy, as a favour?
And then why condone the child’s labour?
Why use artificial synthetic material so plastic?
And then complain about children going spastic?
Why pollute the blessed pure air?
And then why blame others as so unfair?
Why pay the corrupt officials a bribe?
And then why blame the system of your tribe?
Why elect the crooked unscrupulous politicians?
And then why blame them for their manipulations?
Why really live like this at all?
And then why whine and blame, et al?

Why am I asking so many whys?
Why this, why that, while time simply flies?
Come on, do you know the answer honey?
Its simple greed for more money, ain’t it sonny?

Everyone wants a ticket to ride
But no one wishes to walk by my side
Where is the good old jive in the jingle?
Why have we made this world a ***** jungle?

Don’t let others **** your ride
Just take it in your stride
It is not about pseudo public relations
But simple old human relations

Don’t just wait for the free ride
Start walking fast by my side
For travelling is more important
How and how fast you stride is unimportant

Just be happy and enjoy your ride
Halt and wander whenever you wish to hide
Don’t worry about your destination
Only then will we be a glorious nation

You are your own ticket
You are your own ride
Don’t lose your ticket
And just stay by my side

What do I do with the multiple voices which I hear in my head?
Those voices which try to ******, coax, cajole and mock me
What do I do with the multiple voices which want me dead?
Those voices that lead me astray and don’t allow me to be me

What do I do with the multiple voices which tell me what to do?
Those voices that cry, confound, capitulate and confuse me
What do I do with the multiple voices which create a hullabaloo?
Those voices that do not allow me to rest in peace or be me

How do I know which of these voices will aid and help me?
The voice of reason is drowned by all the clutter in my head
How do I know which of these voices will guide and lead me?
The voice of hope and deliverance sounds feeble and almost dead

How do I know which of these voices is the right one to listen to?
The voice that guides me on the winding path of liberation
How do I know which of these voices will make me the right to do?
The voice so different that guides me to everlasting salvation

That voice though feeble which has a life of its very own
That voice which grows stronger the more we do listen
That voice which destroys all the other cold voices like stone
That voice is the truth which like gold does then glisten

Then does that golden voice become my one and only voice
Then does my voice become my eternal guide of my life
The voice then helps me make the right and perfect choice
The voice then brings me peace from all trials and strife

I THEN BECOME ONE WITH THE TRUE VOICE

I wanted my kids to gain knowledge
But they were more interested in trash
I knew that their life would be on the ledge
If they lived life so fast and rash

I tried to make them read many a book
I tried to make them engage in study
But it was not all that it really took
To make them gear up and be ready

Now I am old and have lots to tell them
I wish they would really take me seriously
For I have many ancient secrets to impart 'n tell ‘em
But they would never listen and take me seriously

Therefore I wish that I had Bluetooth in my brain
Just like how I have it; on my state of art mobile
For then with just the press of a key they could gain
All that that they have missed out, all the while

But then I realized that its not just old me
Who needed Bluetooth in my demented brain
But my kids too needed it just as much as me
To receive the data, images and information of gain

Blue tooth in the brain
Oh! How much they could gain
If we truly had Bluetooth in the brain
For then they would feel no pain.

The world is our wonderful house
It is we who must keep it clean
Let us not allow a stupid mouse
To ***** and scavenge therein

Would we spit in our living room?
Would we ***** our house?
Would we defecate in our bedroom?
Would we humiliate our spouse?

Society is our beloved family
It is we who must protect
Our most beloved human family
When evil powers it try to destruct

Would we let a burglar enter?
Would we be so callow?
Would we not our family mentor?
Would we rascals and crooks allow?

The world is our beloved house
It is we who must keep it secure
Let us not permit the louse
To **** the blood we require

Would we keep our house untidy?
Would we in our house be unruly?
Would we keep our house badly?
Would we in our house behave *****?

Society is our wonderful family
It is we who must keep it pure
This is my sincere homily
To keep it pristine for sure

Would we cheat on family?
Would we betray their love?
Would we allow them to remain hungry?
Would we to evil bow?

The world is our beautiful house
Let us make it our home divine
It’s just that my love is the cause
Of penning this poem of mine

Would we destroy what we did build?
Would we cause it to rot?
Would we not the splinters weld?
Would we lose all we’ve got?

Society is our blessed family
It is we who must help it to grow
Let us protect it from the enemy
And to it our solidarity show

I’m here and there but I’m neither really here nor there
I’m here and everywhere but am not really anywhere
I am black as the dark but am really very bright
I am terribly wrong but also definitely quite right.

I am very bad but that also is really very good
I am hungry but I also provide the tasty food
I am also the keeper of time but am also timeless
I am the sharp point which makes it so pointless

I am the radiant morning and I’m also the darkest night
I act with a lot of courage but shrink with fright
I seek the law and act on that which is so unlawful
I am totally sinless and yet am so completely sinful

I am the nothing or zero, which is really something
I am several things put together to form a whole one thing
I am the bright sun as well as the cool moon
I am the terrible curse as well as the blessed boon

I am that which is living but really brain dead
I am the very tail though I haven’t lost my head
I am that which is concrete though abstract I may be
I am completely blind though I can really look and see

I am the Holy word as well as a trivial crumb
I am the spoken Truth while remaining so dumb
I am just a failure who has lived with recognition
I am just a failure who has gained distinction

I am the giver of good fortune though I remain unlucky
I am the ruler of the universe and the one that is ruled
I am the fooler of the world and the one that is fooled
I am the giver of life and the receiver of death

I am the sustainer of poverty and the provider of wealth
I am so undernourished but the fountainhead of good health
I’m with it but without it; I’m it but really not it
For I’m the everlasting so called universal spirit

The plan is completely drawn up
The structural drawings are made
And the building is slowly built up
After the foundation is deeply laid.
The living temple is then built upon
After the seed is truly sown
The sacred egg is finally fertilized
In an environment that is sterilized.

The temple is then born
After nine months of agony and strain
The worship has thus begun
With joy accompanied by a lot of pain
The temple in its nascent innocent stage
Is pure with thoughts so bright and clean
But gradually it begins to pay sin’s wage
As it grows into a human being so unclean.

The Temple built by the Almighty creator
Now worships the sacred female image
With ungodly lust like that of a predator
But then this is just a passing stage
The Temple then worships the family
And seeks income to maintain the same
The search for money becomes its homily
As it creates other Temples of repute and fame.

The Temple has fulfilled all its duties
It has gone beyond the material
It has realized the need of its deities
Its life it has now realized is ephemeral
Prayer and chanting echo constantly
As the Temple gradually ages visibly.
The Temple is now slowly fading
It is more a monumental edifice.

The air is now rent with wailing
For it has paid the supreme sacrifice
For those of you who have still not understood
This madman’s verse and rhyme
Our body is the God head
For the Temple it does mime
And God dwells within us
Just as much as in you he does

Therefore ye living human temples
Praise our loving God almighty
While your body of pleasures samples
Within your body for all eternity.

A corrupt clergyman on a pulpit
Preaches about spiritual corruption
About how Judas sold out; rather unfit
For thirty pieces of silver and damnation;
While the congregation undeterred snore on
Blissfully asleep on their way to perdition.
And the preacher continues to rant and rave on
While no one listens to his plea for salvation.
It was indeed his own earnest plea
To save himself from the hell of his incarceration.
While the congregation sleep on with a smile of glee
And the choristers look on without comprehension
As the organized church is gradually sinking
gradually into corruption en-route to extinction.

I wandered lonely and depressed on a dark eerie road;
Groping for light within and Truth, which needed understanding.
I was tired and walked with a burden of sin; indeed a heavy load,
When I came across the Arch Angel of wisdom so demanding.

The Arch Angel seemed troubled sad and sorrowfully mourning
I wondered if an Arch Angel could be filled with emotion so human?
I therefore decided to ask the angel without being demeaning
The Angel then replied with a voice never heard but by a few men

Today I mourn the loss of a dear old trusted and sincere aide,
Common Sense, who had been assisting me for many years.
No one knows for sure how old he was, or where he did reside
or when his health did deteriorate leading to paranoid fears

His birth records were lost in bureaucratic red tape of munificence
And his life since then has dissolved into many emotional tears.
The world however will remember him for his lessons in prudence
For he taught all men to abide by their conscience without yielding to fears.

He taught the world the importance of being the early bird
He taught the world the importance of knowing when to call it quits
He taught Men that Life isn't always fair; but one should abide by his word
He taught Men not to blame others; but accept one s faults without ifs and buts

Common Sense gave simple, sound financial policies for all to follow
Teaching Men not to spend more than what they can and could earn
For in death, life would then seem ever so futile and truly shallow
He taught reliable strategies that even defunct companies did turn

The problem started when his health began to deteriorate gradually
Due to well-intentioned but overbearing regulations set in place.
As a result even parents could not whip their children so dastardly
Teachers too found pupils rude and their respect vanished without a trace

Common Sense suffered a heart attack when reports reached him
of a four year old boy punished when he kissed a classmate;
while Drivers who ran through traffic signals unpunished; at their whim
And a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, caused a stalemate.

Common Sense lost ground when parents complained about strict teachers
For doing the job that they themselves should have done but failed to
Common Sense lost his will to live as he watched the exploitation of preachers
And criminals received preferential treatment while the good did suffer too

Common Sense had a breakdown; when he couldn't defend himself from a burglar
While the apprehended burglar then did sue him for assault and battery
He finally gave up the ghost, after a hot cup of coffee was spilt at a restaurant by a waiter
The customer on whom it fell sued for a huge settlement making justice a mockery

Common Sense was preceded in death, by his parents, Mister Truth and Madame Trust,
By his wife, Missus Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.
He is survived by four stepbrothers; I Know My Rights even when I am wrong and bust
I want it now, right now, Someone Else Is To Blame not me and I'm A Victim of treason

Not many attended his melancholy, somber and sparsely attended funeral ceremony
Since not many except the enlightened souls had truly realised that he was gone.
If you still believe in him, continue to light the lamp of wisdom as an obituary
Or else just join the majority and remain an unlit lamp that never did shine".

I leased out my condo in Heaven
And rented out a shack in Hell;
cos that's where all my loved ones are..
Baby, without them I can’t just gel

Nothing does forever change
Though it is said it is inevitable
And everything appears to change
While the truth is change is reversible

Just as the Dog returns to eat his *****
and the Sow returns to her Mire,
So does the harlot return to her client
And the followers to God return in prayer

Change is the only constant
That appears all the time
The illusion of the permanent
That forever is not thine

Just as the putrid **** turns fertilizer
To produce the food that’s eaten
So also is death the great equalizer
And only God does remain unbeaten

I leased out my condo in Heaven
And rented out a shack in Hell;
For that’s where my friends are
Now baby, does that ring a bell……???

When I was young, very, very young
I was taught to speak the Truth.
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was told to speak only the Truth.
To speak the Truth and only the Truth.

When I was young, very, very young
I rebelled and lived in a world of sin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I lived the life of a garbage bin
Speaking nothing but lies and untruth.

When I was young, very, very young
I was loved by my kith and kin
When I was strong, very, very strong
I was loved by them in spite of my sin
Professing love which was only untruth

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
But I now speak only the total Truth
Now I am grey with body truly bent
But I now speak only the factual Truth
Though despised by kith and kin; both

Now I am old after a life miss-spent
and despised by my kith and kin
Now I am grey with body truly bent
I continue to be chastised by my kin
For speaking nothing but the Truth is sin.

Now I am old and worn out
Accused of creating controversies
Now I am grey and burnt out
Told of a time and place for realities
Doing nothing but laugh at their hypocrisies

So my friends let Truth be proudly told
There’s no such thing as a time and place
For truth to be boldly spoken and truly told
All time is the right time and all places the right place
To honour Truth; even though I suffer untold

It’s not just a man’s world anymore, honey
It’s a crooked man’s world, my baby
An honest man is never praise worthy
While the crooks and scoundrels are note worthy.

It’s a crooks’ world today, honey
Its cunning under the table dealings, my baby
An honest man is found truly unworthy
While the dishonest enjoy all the glory.

It’s a wicked world out there, honey
It’s so wicked that it’s just about money, my baby
An honest man just can’t bear the agony
While the earth turns around unweary.

It’s not just an honest world anymore, honey
It’s the crooks who gain mere popularity, my baby
An honest man never ever seeks vain glory
While the crooks rule the world without any mercy.

It’s just a rouges’, rascals’ and scoundrels’ world, honey
It’s something you gotta really understand, my baby
An honest man can never survive definitely
While the world completely goes topsy turvy

If the strong must be deprived
To strengthen the deprived
Then why would the strong
Not then consider it wrong?
For it isn’t moral to destroy the fittest
Just because the weak are not the greatest
If it is wrong to be strong
Then society is misguided and wrong.
Then it is truly wrong to be intelligent
and better to be fools who are bent
For the weak are not taught to be independent
But on the rich and intelligent be dependent
Is dependence a virtue or a vice
Think my dear friends, think twice.
Is it better to give fish
Than to teach to fish?
Is it better that the strong should weaken
Than the deprived to strengthen
Altruism has become a tool of exploitation
Leading to a moral violation

Every day on my way to work
I used to come across her.
In fact, I used to hide and lurk
waiting just for a glimpse of her.
She was a mere school student
while I an old lecher it seemed,
observing her at a distance was prudent
for I didn’t want to be a pervert, deemed

I admired her classic face
with lively eyes so expressive
as she walked at a leisurely pace
surrounded by friends so oppressive.
They held her hand and clung to her;
they wouldn’t let her go,
while she so stately walked there
making her friends look just so

One day I observed her all alone
standing at a street corner
unmoving as if carved from stone.
I then casually behind did wander.
Hearing my footsteps she turned behind
“Excuse me”, she said in a voice so sweet
“Could you help me, if you don’t mind,
I need help to cross the street”

I gazed deep upon her lovely face
Wondering why she needed help from me
Her expressive eyes did blankly gaze
At me without any fear or glee
With posture so serene and proud
“Could you hold my hand, if you don’t mind
And help me across the bustling road
For you see I can’t see and I’m just blind”

I realized it was only me
who always couldn’t see
It was not she who was blind
But my mind which had been blind.

The deepest sea, is only jealousy
caused by a feeling of inferiority
Just a threat posed by insecurity
Leading to simple jealousy

Just don’t look at him, her and others
Just look closely at yourself
Don’t allow room for ruffled feathers
Attach no importance to power and pelf

The deepest sea is only jealousy
caused by a feeling of inferiority
Just a threat posed by insecurity
Leading to plain jealousy

You may be better at some than the others
They may be better than the others
Remember it’s not what is said by the others
But yourself, which is better than the others

The deepest sea is only jealousy
caused by a feeling of inferiority
Just a threat posed by insecurity
Leading to plain jealousy

Don’t get totally worked up
by what others falsely think
Don’t put on any make-up
Just to make yourself appear pink

The deepest sea is only jealousy
caused by a feeling of inferiority
Just a threat posed by insecurity
Leading to plain jealousy

It is only lack of self respect
That causes plain jealousy
Look at yourself with respect
And there will be no ego or vanity

The deepest sea is only jealousy
caused by a feeling of inferiority
Just a threat posed by insecurity
Leading to plain jealousy

Oooh! Plain and simple jealousy
Destroying our fraternity
Limiting all human possibility
For ever and for all eternity

The web of human relations
Is an intricate web
of many human emotions.
Emotions that flow with the ebb
And the tide of man’s life
Emotions that are powerful
Creating harmony or strife
and making life more meaningful.

The varied shades of human emotion
include love, anger, hatred, jealousy
and lust based strife causing all commotion
leading to either happiness or misery.
The web of human relations
weaving all feeling into our relationship
affecting all of God’s creation
resulting in enmity or comradeship.

To protect the web of our relationship
Come let us, our Creator worship.

Welcome to all my friends
To the era of inflated egos, my friend
Ego is the root of all trends
Anything & everything goes, my friend
Anything & everything goes without end

Everyone assumes they know it all
Everyone considers they are the best
Everyone thinks they’re standing tall
Though they fail the test

Welcome back my friends
To the era of inflated egos, my friend
Ego is the root of all trends
Anything & everything goes, my friend
Anything & everything goes without end

Every twerp considers himself a star
Every **** believes he is a top draw
Every one feels they’re the best by far
Though they are just made of plain straw

Welcome back my friends
To the era of inflated egos, my friend
Ego is the root of all trends
Anything & everything goes, my friend
Anything & everything goes without end

Every citizen claims he is king
Everyone feels they are above the law
Everyone feels they are the Thing
Though they may have many a flaw

Welcome back my friends
To the era of inflated egos, my friend
Ego is the root of all trends
Anything & everything goes, my friend
Anything & everything goes without end

Why is it that
The mood always strikes
At the most improper time
When you least expect?
At the most uncertain time
That is when the mood strikes
Strikes this poor old mime
Who is trying to make things rhyme
Until the mood strikes him
At the most inopportune time.
Why is it that
The mood always strikes
At the most improper time
When you least expect?
For that is the mood
And that is always good
That the mood strikes
At the most difficult of times.

I am just a futuristic millionaire
That is to say, I am,
Gonna become a millionaire
And when I have my millions
Along with all my minions
I’d then show you
How much I can be better than you.

I am just a dreaming millionaire
Which is to say
I am dreaming of becoming a millionaire
And when I live my dream
And mingle with the cream
I’ll still be showing you
How much I am greater than you.

Now I am a millionaire
That is to say
I’ve made myself a millionaire
And now that I have many a million
And have my loved ones on my pillion
I’d be left with nothing to show you
Except, How I died before you.

She asked me
If I was happy now…
I wonder what she thought of me
For she didn’t seem to understand how
How much I felt
Unhappy then and now
I wonder how it felt
For her then and now

Love that once made time stand still
Has now made time to heal and flow
For there is a way where there is a will
With or without her love

I asked her
What she felt now
She said nothing there
Nothing of what I feel now
For she didn’t seem to understand how
How much I felt
Unhappy then and now
I wonder how it felt
For her then and now

Love that once made time stand still
Has now made time to heal and flow
For there is a way where there is a will
With or without her love

We asked each other
If we needed anything else
Other than each other
But we failed to realize
That we needed each other
For she didn’t seem to understand how
How much I felt
Unhappy then and now
I wonder how it felt
For her then and now

Love that once made time stand still
Has now made time to heal and flow
For there is a way where there is a will
With or without her love

Why is it that most poets are born
Not out of pleaure but out of pain
When their hearts are broken and torn
Then truly art does stand to gain

Why is it that most poets are created
In the midst of great oppression
When they tend to become frustrated
And remain in deep depression

Why is it that most poems are written
On many an insomniac night
or in true love we are hurt or bitten
is it then that the moment is right?

Why is that most poems are conceived
Out of so much heartbreak and strife
Is it then that the muse is received,
Or is it just the way of life?

I’m a young spirit
In an old body
My attitude has merit
For I’m not shoddy.
My spirit does run and jump
My body then does try to cope
A rush of adrenaline it does pump
Making me full of life and hope.
Things that are difficult for the old
Are easy for my spirit so young
Life has only now begun to unfold
Like a song yet to be sung;
For, I’m a young spirit
In an old body

There’s so much hidden in a bottle
So much mystery and power
It makes you weak at the knees
It makes you go full throttle
It imprisons you in an ivory tower
And then it demands its fees.
There’s so much hidden in a bottle
Swollen livers and bloated spleens
Trembling fingers like weakened steel
Life doth mockingly chortle.
There’s so much hidden in a bottle
So much mystery and power
The power to create and to destroy
There’s so much hidden in a bottle.

She was nothing
But an examination
That I failed
Nothing but the only examination
That I ever, ever failed.
For the examination
was a good one
but the problems were many
because she was the one
Nothing but the only examination
That I ever, ever failed.
If the world was a classroom
and life a lesson too many
If I could sweep under a carpet with my broom
Sweep away all my examinations, honey

But then
I only failed
A single exam
And now look at what
I now have become and am.

They say, Time is a great healer
But it is only when Time moves
That the tormented are healed.
When Time stands still
For a lover spurned,
Then Time is not a healer
But the thought he loves
Of her his beloved, concealed,
A thought he is unable to ****
Despite all attempts that failed
That thought about her
Lives with him unhealed
Fresh in his memory,
Making him live: Forever.

All the world’s not a stage,
With apologies to my dear pal, Shakespeare
All of us are not merely actors
With apologies to my pal, never fear fear

We learn our lessons together
Though at different stages of learning be
Learning to love thy brother
And forever loving be

All the world’s but a big class room
As known to a few including my Lord, My Teacher
All of us are just students
All of us including the preacher

Shun hatred of the hated
Leave behind evil & wicked jealousy
Learn to be with breath bated
Learning to live in harmony

All the world is not full of characters
But with serious minded students filled
All of us are mere learners
All at different stages of learning, skilled

Then we to higher levels promoted
Walk hand in hand to our destiny
The evil are then demoted
Wallowing in their own vanity

All the world’s not a stage,
With apologies to my dear pal, Shakespeare
This is the right stage and age
The voices beckon in a whisper……

The pain from a wound
To our physical body
Will decrease with time
But the pain from a wound
To our heart and not our body
Will only increase with time.

Oh! How it pains
Oh! How it aches
Only pain & no gains
That’s what true love makes.

The pain from a heart break
Is far greater
And remains unhealing
Forever it does take
But it really doesn’t matter
To the heart in separation unwilling

Oh! How it pains
Oh! How it aches
Only pain & no gains
That’s what true love makes.

I used to miss my love
My one and only love.
Her tantrums and her monkey tricks
I used to miss them all.

But now I’ve learnt my lesson
I’ve learnt not to cry
You have fulfilled your mission
Of making my tears run dry

Thank you for not being here, my love
Thank you for making me better
Thank you for withdrawing your love, my love
For indeed it has made me stronger.

Thank you for not being here, my love
Thank you for leaving me alone

Have you ever listened to the music of silence?
How sweet and melodious do its notes ring
Wild music only breeds violence
But silence is soft and harmonious does sing.

The music of silence is the music of our breath
How many of us have stopped to listen
To this the music of the earth
Not many; for we all are busy in sin.

The music of silence is the chant of the divine
How precious and special it does sound
Much more intoxicating than wine
But harmless and with good health it does abound

The music of silence is not depressing but uplifting
How high does the soul that listens soar
Calm, serene, gentle and comforting
Such music can never ever be a bore.

Is there such a so called thing
Called ever unconditional love
I’ve never come across any such thing
But only conditional love.
If you do this, you are no more my son
If you do this, you are no more my brother
If you do this, no more my heart is won
If you do this, you are just a bother

Is there such a so called rational thing
Called ever unconditional love
For rationality leads to conditioning
While irrational animals express unconditional love
Man finds it difficult to love unconditionally
While animals behave the way they do
Then is unconditional love a sign of irrationality
Or is it the wrong way to go?

What if I do what you don’t like?
What if I do what you consider bad?
Does that make me something you don’t like?
If so, it only makes me so sad.

I'm surrounded by lots of people
family, friends and colleagues of merit
all well known to me and all good people
but I still feel lonely and miserable in spirit

I'm just a lonely soul
lonely without my soul mate
incomplete and not yet whole
I remain until this date

I'm surrounded by lots of people indeed
both in the virtual and the real world
But my soul still feels an yearning need
To connect and to hold

I'm just a lonely soul
lonely without my soul mate
incomplete and not yet whole
I remain until this date

All praise to thee, Oh! Giver of Life.
All Thanksgiving and praise to thee,
For thou hast made it possible for me to be here;
Rather than wasting my life elsewhere.

All praise to thee, Oh! Sustainer of life.
All glory and honour to thee,
For thou hast made me what I am;
Rather than being what I never am.

All praise to thee, Oh! Destroyer of life.
All wisdom and power to thee,
For thou hast vanquished evil which I couldn’t;
Rather than permitting my destruction, which you wouldn’t.

I walked this wide world with awe and amazement
A witness to those who make many such tall claims
They behaved with jealousy but used words of endearment
Fully revealing the true worth of their enlightened brains

I roamed this flat world; a world of communication convergence
A place full of fun, frolic and everything for sheer pleasure
They from truth had really strayed and were at a divergence
They had put an act of goodness for good measure

I traversed the skies and plunged the depths of the ocean
A journey in search of good people with souls which are really pure
They are the same whether European, Caucasian, African or Asian
They were all the same and were not bothered about any change or cure

I searched and searched forever until I was perennially tired
A fatigue so eternal of the soul and not of the body
In search of truth but only accosted by people so weird
Who claimed to have seen God but behaved just badly

I climbed the tallest mountain; I sailed the widest seas
A chance to meet the crook, the *****, the saint and seer
We were all the same wherever I went to see
I soon realized that I was the stupid eternal fool here

I met a holy man who roamed the streets without any garments of any kind outside
He did not appear to be afflicted by shame or fear nor any kind of material desire
The people who came across him scampered away from him out of their shame inside
While he did not in the least bit seem bothered by their disgust or hypocritical ire

I followed him around town to know more about him and the exact state of his mind
He appeared oblivious to his surroundings as well as me; he really seemed not to care
Was he an enlightened one in communion with the divine or one with fevered mind?
I thought of talking to him but he kept talking to himself so that, I did not really dare

The holy man seemed to realise what I wanted and that I wished to communicate
Without my having communicated the same to him, he could understand and beckoned me
I approached him full of fear and trepidation so much so that I felt the urge to defecate
But he soon made me feel at ease and expressed that he was harmless, as if to assure me

I asked if he felt ashamed of being **** or if he felt afraid that people would stone him
He looked at me as if I was some ****** and then gently explained to me as if I were a child.
“I am ashamed only of lust, *******, corruption and sin; not that which was given by him
I am only afraid of getting caught in the mire of the desires of the mind, which can make me wild”

“Man has been fooled by his senses”, he continued. “Fooled into believing all illusions
Fearing that which he should not while being unafraid of that which he should fear.
Man has been fooled by his senses, he continued. Fooled into believing all delusions
Remaining unashamed of his corruption and vice while being ashamed of his body so dear”

“I am not ashamed of ****** but would be ashamed if I were ever to cheat or betray someone
I am not afraid of anyone but would be afraid of God and afraid of entering into sinful ways.
I am only afraid of my Ego getting the better of me and ashamed when it dominates all action done
I am only ashamed of being egoistic and being full of myself to worry about what anybody says”

I asked him why he had taken it upon himself to remove and throw his clothes to become ****
He said he had done this as a means to renounce himself of all his desires and overcome his ego
I asked him if I too needed to practice this to remove my own ego and become a real cool dude
He replied that there was no need as long as I was not afraid of sin and not ashamed to be so.

I thanked him for his thoughts so pure and holy; I just walked away in a daze into the haze
My ego shattered and my mind so vacant; I meandered through life completely broken
The more I really understood what he meant; the more life appeared to me as a maze
The more I really understood his explanation; the more my defenses appeared a mere token

We wear our shame in that which we take pride; in the form of designer clothes
For our physical nakedness leads to foul, uncomfortable and wicked thoughts
And the human form has become the fount of all that the divine Lord God loathes
Including carnal desires & material desires which seep from insecure minds with doubts

We have lost the sense of fear for that which we really ought to be afraid off and fear
We have lost the sense of shame for that which we really ought to be ashamed off and avoid
We fear the dark but are not afraid of doing wrong; for we really don’t care
We are ashamed of walking naked but to corruption and vile lust we just fall for the lure

A man who found me seeking; asked me to go within
I asked him if he had seen anything but his response was pretty thin
A woman who found me seeking; claimed she had seen the God within
I asked if seeing God meant anything; her behaviour said she hadn’t been within

A man who found me seeking; asked me not to seek or feel sorry for anything
He said it is God who must be seeking; and not the other way of being
A woman who found me seeking; claimed God is for the losers therein
She didn’t know that I knew that she was always weeping within

A man who found me seeking; asked me to follow him within
He thought I was following him; he continued outside while I went within
A woman who believed in control; said she could control anything
But when she was jilted she couldn’t control the tears springing from within

A female kid who found me seeking asked me if I was seeking kith and kin
I replied in the negative for I had none to live with in my home so dim
A male child who found me seeking; asked me what I was truly seeking
I found its innocence enchanting and decided to remain with him

I asked myself what I was seeking; was it my material happiness, if anything?
Was it something more that I couldn’t express or just another ordinary thing?
I realized that I was seeking everything other than the holiness within
I then realized that I should shut up and go deep within

The angels of heaven
asked God in his kingdom
why he loved the beggar
more than the king
of many an earthly kingdom?
God replied that the beggar
did not hesitate to beg for his food
while the king killed others in war
and claimed it was for the common good.

God then looked at his angels
as he his laws explained
All men are at various stages
of learning which they have obtained.
For it is the beggar
who is at a higher level
than a mere king

The angels of heaven
asked God in his kingdom
why he loved the thieves
more then the priests
of the temple where he lives?
God replied that the thief
stole from man for his need
while the sacred priests
stole out of his greed.

God then looked at his angels
as he his laws explained
All men are at various stages
of learning which they have obtained.
For it is the thief
Who is at a greater level
Than the so called priest.

The angels of heaven
asked God in his kingdom
why he loved mad men on earth
more than those men of wisdom
of whom there was a dearth?
God replied that the irrationality of the mad men
made them do deeds beyond comprehension
while the rational wisdom of the wise men
made them perform acts without compassion.

God then looked at his angels
as he his laws explained
All men are at various stages
of learning which they have obtained.
For its a mad man
Who is at the closest level
To the wisdom of the wise.

The angels of heaven
asked God in his kingdom
why he loved the drunk and the ****
more than the sober men so seldom
though to God they did come?
God replied that the drunk were those
Who knew not what they did
But the sober who were so close
had not understood God’s word or deed.

God then looked at his angels
as he his laws explained
All men are at various stages
of learning which they have obtained.
For it is the drunk and the ****
Who are at the highest level
Than the sober who consider them ****

So my friends it is not what you are
or how good you are
which is important in life
while it is humility and sincerity
in thought and deed
coupled with lack of arrogance and greed
that makes such lowly people esteemed
in the sight of our divine God, so deemed.
For God knows that it is the beggar,
the thief, the mad man,
the drunkard and the **** who wager;
who need his love much more
than the king, the priest, the wise and the sober
For he believes that they so sore
Whom the world considers lousy
are closer to heaven and salvation
and whatever one may say or fancy
there is no point in just loving the externally good.

The sun ordered the earth
to stop going around it;
and the poor bewildered earth
did try to stop going around it,
but couldn’t last for long
without the sunlight
so hot and strong
and shining so bright.

The earth in darkness withered
And life did suffer and suffocate;
But the sun couldn’t be bothered
Nor wanted the earth to placate;
For the sun courted the moon
While the earth so loved the sun.
The sun did find out soon
That the moon was cold and no fun

The earth was full of life
Vibrant and a joy to behold
Inspite of all its strife
A place of happiness untold
While the moon was barren
Empty and always so cold
Beautiful but yet so uncarin’
Imprisoning the sun in its hold

The Sun did realize its mistake
And tried to make amends
The liberty of shining brightly it did take
Hoping the earth would just be friends
The Sun with its new found philosophy
Did burn so hot & bright
For the earth it was a catastrophe
As the heat did vanquish its might

The moon did soon turn jealous
Of the Sun so fickle at heart
Its love which had seemed so zealous
Was just plain artificial from the start
And so they move in eternal orbit
The sun, the moon & the earth
The firmament they jointly inhabit
Awaiting doomsday’s birth.

United at the pelvis
We move in Tandem
Not different from Elvis
& push forward at random
She moves forward
Absorbing me fully
then its my turn to move onward
accepting her completely
locked together
in an embrace of love
happy forever
and still wondering how?

Show me some love
Please don’t turn me away
Just share some love
So that human I may stay

Give me some love
That I may love the world
Just  stay in love
So that I am out of the cold.

Leave me some love
Please let me have it forever
Just love me the way I love
So that you remain with me forever.

Showing, giving & leaving
Are all just signs of physical love
But what about forgiving
Isn’t that a sign of eternal pure love?

Don't you ever wish
you could hear my voice again?
Just as I wish
I could hear you again

Don't you ever want
to look into my eyes again?
Just as I wish
I could look into yours again

Don't you ever long
to touch me again?
Just as I long
I could feel you again

Don't you ever dream
you could be in my arms again?
Just as I dream
I could have you in my arms again

Don't you ever wish
you would never leave me again?
Just as I wish
I would never ever leave you again

When we for the first time met
She was the cold and practical person
While I was emotional and wet
With tears that would flow frequently.

Years later when we parted and left
I was the cold and practical person
While she turned emotional and wet
With tears that flowed permanently.

She became me
And I became her
Her emotional outbursts were mine
While her coldness I carried forever.

Oh! What a turnaround love has achieved
Oh! True love that has only deceived.

I came across a monkey so dear
So cute it was, I loved it truly
My love I expressed without fear
Though the monkey at times turned unruly

Like any other monkey it did throw tantrums
But I couldn’t care less or more
For I loved it in all its moods and forms
and my love continued to grow

I loved the monkey so much
That the master soon became the slave
And very soon things were such
That the monkey I did crave

The monkey soon commanded
As was a monkey’s won’t to be
And I did whatever it demanded
As much a donkey as I could be

One fine day the monkey decided
That it was fed up of me
An opportunity it was then provided
To walk out on me

As was a monkey’s wont to do
It swung from branch to branch
And I was left with nothing better to do
But be just a lonely unused branch

The branch that once was filled with joy
Has become desolate now
After all it was fooled by a monkey’s ploy
And remains still and silent now

I now miss my monkey love
My one and only true love.
Her tantrums and her monkey tricks
I continue to miss them all.

But now I’ve learnt my lesson
I’ve learnt not to cry
The monkey has fulfilled its mission
Of making my tears run dry

I now wait in hope so vain
For the return of my monkey
With no tears but only pain
Is this the reward for this donkey?

The wind wafts
dry leaves, waste paper
and dust.
Swirling around
they enter
the living room
to be swept
with a broom
and then enter
our hearts
to remain
uncleaned
causing pain
though forgotten
Just clean outside
but unclean inside.

Leap for the stars
Fly over the moon
Go even as far as mars
But come back for lunch at noon

Don't let them ever make you into an adult.
It’s the most boring thing to be.
I’d rather be a ****** idiot
Than lost without my imagination be

Jump high over deep gorges
Walk fast across vast canyons
Be a cowboy or a crook so bogus
Or like Tarzan remain hanging on banyans

Don't let them ever make you into an adult.
It’s the most boring thing to be.
When your suit become a straight jacket
And your tie a hangman’s noose

Many years have gone;
I still do remain.
My life has gone;
My corpse does remain.
Time has really flown;
Since you’ve been gone.
My mind really blown;
My skeleton does walk on.
A lot of water has flown;
Under the bridge of strife.
Time has made me a clown;
That’s now my life.
Mocked and scorned by all;
Can true love bring about such a fall?