Anne Frank: 'The diary of a young girl':

My comment:


We read the book in school. I have re-read.
She was intuitively brilliant and precocious, with the mind of an adult-philosopher.
If she had lived, she would have been a great writer.

I like her optimism, her faith in the essential goodness of people, her sense of humour and her love of life

It matters not
whether it's old or new:
it will stand the test
of time, if it's true

You needn't speak:
just give a genuine smile
when a total stranger
you accidentally  meet

I like the ordinary the banal
the trivial and the naive
I frown upon the serious-
philosophy often causes me grief!

Describe yourself --honestly--
in five adjectives-

Only when you're empty
will you be completely free

You might be
        a paragon of virtue
        yet somehow
        some might not like you

        live for your own then
        but in humility and kindness
        when it's time to say farewell
         you'll know your life has been blessed

Lend me your ear
but not your consent:
I'm just a voice of my own
and might be empty of content

We can't replace mankind
  with a new form of **** Sapiens
  if we could, how sure are we
   that would be a better breed?

Modern society is afflicted with TMI (too much information),  truth and sense are missing.  Civilisation is dying a little every day and is on the brink of insanity and inanity.

Are we better in the face of science and technology?

Think less
feel more

speak less
being wordless,  explore

don't follow
the crowd
you'll have lesser doubt

what people
hanker after, withdraw
wanting is trouble

don't be a part
of any cause
it might come from
an unworthy source

don't be a part
of senseless laughter
life it mocks
it has no character

that which people ignore
might contain
the very seed of wonder

people seek immortality
not realising it's the greatest folly

keenly observe the outside
it will enrich your inside

values are permanent
fame and glory hardly remain

let others regard
you as silly
don't treat them as enemy

know the substance of life--
there's joy and fulfilment
but equally, of sorrow and strife


in the midst of inequity
show your empathy and generosity

in your final days
be not bitter
say instead: I've had laughter

There's enough
   more than enough
   to be addressed
  and reckoned with
   right now---
  I shouldn't stray
   looking far away:
   the moment ticks
   into the inevitable next
   nothing sticks
   all things are in a flux

   who dares say
   to love
   ' wait--I haven't decided' ?
    in the wink
    of the eye
   it has parted!

   So brief
  are the day's hours
  by evening
  we see but
  drooping flowers

I'll not think
of tomorrow
only the now
I feel and know

after my words
there's silence
what's next
but the difference?

Marriage is in grievous danger
when there's no food in the larder

You called me silly?
Many thanks for reminding me
so often I fell on this side
I laughed at my stupid pride!

Are we always consistent?
The answer is 'nay'
We change with every circumstance
even moments within the day

but one relevant issue emerges:
about love, what can we say?
Can we make any excuse
for failing part of the way?

There's too much self-assertion

in social media as though the proponents

are coercing readers to agree with them

so that they would feel they are held in appreciation

Life is a roller-coaster
   up and down
   down and up
   in its every round

   there's no still=point
   nor equilibrium--only
    flux and oscillation
    the certainty of uncertainty

    a Stoic I am to the utmost degree
    and in indifference I live
    whatever the outcome
    it causes me no grief

Don't be wary
of my presence
I'm only a spectator
nothing will I say
listening to others--merely
with no motive
or agenda
I observe impassionately
there's lesson unfolding
and when all
is over
I'll leave quietly
none would even know
or notice me at all

...but Utopia
   is not a place
   as people
   erroneously regard-
    rather a state
    of mind--
    the search
    for perfect equilibrium
    with the Yin and Yang
     in harmony
     and congruence -
     it's fascinating
     but unreachable
    a will o'-the-wisp-
    the chase is futile-

    seek not Utopia
    it's a myth:
    to fall for it
    is to be servile

In myself
I may take pride
but this I keep inside

life is lived
in the singular
little of the intrinsic
is found in the outside

society is an aggregate
a symbol, amorphous
no direction does it pose-
I alone will be my best guide

When things
are taken
for granted
nothing
moves forward-
apathy
and indifference
take hold
of the person's life
he exists
in the wasteland
he has created

gratitude deserves
the greatest respect-
it's a mark
of true humanity
that has to be
always cultivated

To some
  the past only whispers
  to others, it wildly roars-
  it can't be stopped
  sometimes it soothes
  at other times
  it has to be borne
  as a heavy cross

how does this affect
your life?  Do you accept
or fight back in recall?
This is a conundrum
and angst to most

Is it an enemy
or friend--time?

But I care not either
only I alone can determine
my desired outcome!

I'll not allow it
to interfere or intrude
my path I chart
my field I farm

time doesn't exist
if to it  attention I don't pay:
my future I shape
it stays away and is dumb

Don't ever say:
' I can't help it!'
It's sheer giving up
and surrendering
the demise
of your very being

rather that:
' This ordeal
  is my teaching
  my wakening
  in my future doing
  I'll be seeing
my dream materialising !'

We can't let go
in fear
of losing ourselves

we stubbornly
hold on
even though
it has no worth-

ah, we become slaves
to our pride
and ego-
the clinging
the self-worshipping
the rationalising
the self-defining
all that but ends
in the dehumanising
of our very being

we can't let go
even in the last hours
of our dying

Stop
observe
digest
decide
act

living
and understanding
is a drawn-out process

you might make
a mistake
along the way
but you'll emerge
stronger
wiser
and inherit
ultimate  success

People are fractured
or broken
in parts
of themselves only
but not in totality:
they can resurrect
in future time
though painfully-

we are each tested
in the crucible
to extremity
that's cast
upon on us
by destiny-

we are broken
or fractured
but weathering
through the worst
we rise
in utmost courage
and  dignity

What you could lift
         you can let off with ease

Are you natural and spontaneous
or defensive and suspicious ?

Love-letters
can't be trusted:
emotionally stirred
their contents tend
to be exaggerated-
words are florid
and sugar-coated
the lover to please
the person wishes
to be love-reciprocated -

love-letters
are not for
the mature minded
the fewer
and sincerer
the words
the couple
will be richly rewarded

I don't invest
in Bitcoin
stocks or shares
( I've no knack
  about making money)
  The safest I'll choose:
   I'll invest in myself

In the no-self
where's the fear?
Ex nihilo
no danger will appear

I know
when to retire
from the scene
I don't need
to take a hint-
every encounter
has its merit
or conflict
such I accept
and don't weep

life is never perfect
we are far from so
we doubt
we struggle
we fumble
we *****
we step aside
unsure of
our next step

if I need
to grow
I must learn
what to keep
or let go

I don't regret
knowing I'm human
and life's never perfect

I've written enough
there's no urgency
to write more-
too many flowers
will choke the meadow
too many words
will confusion draw-

silent I'll be for now
for my next inspiration I'll wait
there will be the right ripening
my life I'll then happily celebrate.

I'm not a consignment
I can't be posted-
in no whatever way  
can anyone parcel me:
and I'll not be labelled:
'Fragile and registered'

Delete my name
from your records
our stars aren't in alignment
at loggerheads are our thoughts

to compromise
we did try before
but we were too full of ourselves -
our relationship met with  quick demise

Raise yourself up
but don't let others down
with this, you wear
humanity's crown

We seem to know others better
but often are self-alienated
we've ceased to be ourselves
and live a life that's desperate and bewildered

I can't comment
   I know so very little
  my silence I'll keep
  I'll pass over to other people

let them debate, argue
dispute or mock--it will not stop:
each will clamour to be right
words will drop and drop!

The seemingly easy
might hide difficulty
that which is difficult
on practice could be accomplished easily

If you should praise yourself
keep within--people don't need to know-
this self-recognition is healthy
as with life you silently flow

West:  Go forth!

Zen:   Be still

Be glad you're criticised
it means you've been recognised

It's hard for me
the world to see
eye to eye-
we are each
a separate entity -
it does ******
tempt and even lie
but I can't compromise
nor be bought
like merchandise -

its mind is made up
loyalty and compliance
it seeks-- it's hegemony
but I seek democracy
its ideology I can't buy-

how brief and transitory
is life -- I'll not waste away
in being part of anyone
nor any cause
I consider not worthwhile -

in the depth of night
under the stars I walk
in rumination and aloneness
such consolation I feel
and I know I'm totally
free and sublimely alive.

We weep
    not for ourselves
    but for those
    in untold suffering-
    the innocent
    sacrificed
    in the name
    of national cause
    or ideology-
    lives don't count
   whether a thousand
   or ten thousand
   should perish
  while the perpetrators
   sit back to watch
  the carnage
  drinking champagne
or revelling in whisky

we who feel
for the suffering
of our fellow-beings
can't cease weeping
in the face of humanity's dying

Life is not
    a rose-garden
    on the contrary
    it's constant burden

    we can go anywhere
    to what direction we may turn
    unrealised will be our dreams
    disappointments --how they burn!

   This then is the perennial lesson:
   to bear hazards and hardships we've to learn

If you can treat
work as fun and play
you'll wake up cheerfully
to greet the day-

however difficult the tasks
( secondary is the pay!)
you'll tackle enthusiastically
even though longer hours you'll need to stay-

when over is the day
these words you'll say:
'   I've done it---MY way!'

How could I ever say
I knew when it was just partial?
If asked upon I'd be dumb
and be in embarrassing dismay!


Of assertion everyone should beware
in every field there are experts and authorities
I'd be the world's laughing stock
if such assertion I were to declare

Will you be
more yourself today
compared with yesterday?