When hard is easy and, easy is hard
  you won't know unless you make a start

Does the manner a person has his (her) meal reveals their sexuality?     After all, the common thread is hunger and gratification
What would Freud have said as he was such expert to the highest degree?
Wouldn't having a meal strike terror whatever the occasion?

What does the echo say?
     Why has it chosen you?
     Special you must be
     or it wouldn't have come your way!

    What story does it convey?
    Can you with others share?
    Is it about love and joy
   or loss and dismay?

   What will your future portend?
   Will beauty revisit you once again?
   Has love for you ripened
   and erased all your pain?

   The echo -no doubt then
  has become your close friend
  your confidant and will
  accompany you to the end

If I could set my inner ecology in order

there's little else I would desire more

Don't give advice-
             others are smarter than you

Thank
you
for
this
pleasant
and
safe
ride

Me:  Dear Albert

do excuse me-
I'll never be able
to understand
your Relativity Theory.

Albert: My friend

don't you worry:
what really
matters is
I take to heart
your poetry:
of life you write
this is the subject
which moves humanity.

(He added:
Have a cup of tea.

After that we together played
Mozart, Beethoven, Schubert
Schumann, Dvorak and Tchaikovsky -
so well he played the violin
while I did, so very poorly!)

Dear Albert, don't talk to me
about relativity
let's fiddle together* in harmony
that would make me happy

....but my heart
can hold only this much
   it has no more space
and must stay as such

     its well is empty
how to fill up I scarcely know
    love is such misery
with its sharpest needle of throe

     even in this cool smiling spring
every leaf of hope I've shed
     my being is winter-frozen
all my feelings are dead

      and the past like a sad echo
revisits me and will not let go
      in the dark there's no path to follow
slowly I will disappear like a shadow

This is my suffering
and punishment too?
I can't die and perpetuity
without mercy haunts me
what a torture-immortality!
what loneliness
and monotony!
enclosed in time's prison
my voice has become hoarse
and I can barely breathe
the winds, the sky
the stars and the moon
hardly look upon me
for familiarity

I'll be the last
the most lonely
existence
nature's most accursed
an error
a piece that can't fit
anywhere

**** the poets
who give me false praise
they write only
for the sake
of their poetry
it's not about me
they care
but for their own glory

drowned in my pain
and sorrow
and I know
the same angst
would hang heavily
upon on me
tomorrow.

Sincerity does not need eloquence
it will do in every simple word or sentence

We don't need words to speak

they are found to be too weak

read me in my silence

I need no eloquence

Psychiatric nurse was in dire panic
the boss had been hospitalised for being mentally sick!

These drawers are my sanctuary
in bitter tears each poem was born
from the world I seek no pity
I wake to pen more upon the dawn.

I am cloistered and secluded
   in my self-determination
   yet my heart and mind know no limits
   they encompass the universe in my imagination-

  that which belongs to one is sacred
  beyond the touch of contamination
  I don't need to look at the mirror
  my life calls for no redemption.

Artificially- heightened emotion in poetry
is its very own enemy

Em-pathy
should be construed
as  I AM full
of sympathy

Empathy-
when your heart
reaches out geninely
to even a stranger in misery

He who's empty
  has no fear:
  there's nothing
  to be taken away
  he holds nothing dear-
  
life is illusive
like will-o'-the-wisp
to have dreams
is to be deceived-

he who's empty
doesn't seek to compete
win or achieve
in being nothing
he doesn't lose anything-
unseen, unknown and unnoticed
he retains his life's intrinsic

Voice has died down
silent are words
thoughts retreat
all is empty now

Emptiness
is infinite space
everything
it does embrace

The emptiness
the void pervading
the nothing
the not -wanting

is the beginning
of sorrow's ending
it's the self-liberating
with nothing missing

Nothing wanting
  nothing losing:
  in the emptying
  is found everything

There were times when I was at odds with myself-
I was cured by taking a long walk in the unknown faraway
countryside, setting myself and all my thinking aside.

Nature in her silence spoke to me---in some
unknown language, yet my soul could translate that into what I
could understand. It was as though I was in a suspended state:
I felt ethereal, light as though my entire being is like a feather
drifting higher and higher to the firmament from the ground I stood
on.
I felt blissful without knowing how or why.
I was momentarily no longer myself.

The moments were brief but I felt a deep sense of liberation,
calmness and tranquillity and came to realise that, out there,
there was a Dimension that was infinitely larger than my little
self and that, if I were to be silent, humble and able to set myself
aside, it would direct me to a Path beyond the pale of this
earthly life.

My self has changed forever henceforth.

Do you SEE me
or are you JUDGING me?

Life is encounter
I feel, I learn, I discover.

Your humanity is tested by each encounter
   either you inspire or drive away the other

The stranger
  has their story
   to tell
  which we've
  never heard before
  those of whom we know
  have long been repeated
  and exhausted
  they delight us
  no more--


now we sense a new
and vibrant voice
as though from
some foreign soil
with its unique
and warm timbre
whether the tale told
is of sorrows or joys-

we step back
to contemplate
and a deep chord
strikes our heart
and we are
momentarily transformed-

in that moment
of serendipitous encounter
we discover
a mysterious bond
has been born
which will linger
into the distant future
long after
the stranger has gone.

The world ended
when **** sapiens
first walked the earth

ENEMIES

Should I say I have enemies
but rather
that others single me out
as such?
I don’t even know them
how could I?
they never said to me:
‘   You are my enemy’

and why me?
I am of no significance
not in the market-place
not the cynosure of others’ eyes
so few people
know that I exist

do I have the time
or bother
someone has targeted me
as an enemy?
Doesn’t that person
have better things to do?

but I don’t choose
to be the enemy of anyone
I have enough problem
of my own

only one enemy
I dread
lest it destroys me
that someone
is with me
every moment
all the time
day and night
it won’t let go of me
it clings worse than a leech
to my skin
it exhorts
challenges
teases
displeases
chides
blames
even pontificates
wanting to over-power me
in everything I do
trying to undo
what I count
to be dear to my heart
even threatens me
in anger
indignity
without a single straw of mercy

even in my sleep
it doesn’t leave me
it wants to haunt me
so that I would know no rest

I turn the corner to look
at that creature
my worst enemy
oh no
it CAN'T be true
that monster
is none other than
myself!

vincit qui se vincit

I'm not talking
about power-stations
motors, engines or machines
but our human energy
which makes all things turn-

herein is the flowering
of our arts--the blooming
of every talent, the inspiration
to create beauty, the bending
towards the truth and beauty--  unending!

The love extending
to others,  the heart praying
for every human-being
the daily exercising
of kindness, goodwill reaching
out to all, whether strangers
neighbours, friends or kin


what nobility, power of character
what strength, what magnanimity
in one word that changes our lives---ENERGY!

Life is less about
our engagement with time
but more about us being engaged
with ourselves in time

An English village dated 1754
a silly wandering *** fell into a hole
the villagers saved the creature and the village prospered
the ground was held a lucky spot and named ***-Hole!

I have nothing to say today
99.9% had been spoken yesterday.

Ah, the sunshine
     it's smiling over the green
     it's glorious summertime
     the heart is willing and keen

     leave your work behind
     there's time yet
     ere the hours slip away
    into dusk and early sunset

   maidens, leave your silent chamber
   come and dance and sing
   youth is the mouthpiece of joy
   surely love is the most blessed thing

   let your hearts be enraptured
   somewhere the desired are waiting
   life is not made for pining
   let every moment be your  love's blossoming.

They are truly rich
   who seek
   other lives
   to enrich

The price of entry
is often much too high
it's enough I look from outside
as I unobtrusively walk by.

Because you treat life
as an equation
that's the cause
of your confusion

Many epigrams did write Hilaire Belloc
spicy and pungent but they didn't really shock

At a sales pep-talk
'lie to the buyer
take his money
to another area quickly walk'.

Completing 100 epigrams is just too many
from this addiction I must now set myself free!

Much of love is sorrow-ridden
the young in time will learn this painful lesson

A false friend
  would land
  you in the ******* bin
  won't spare you
  even an inch of skin

Those in love
the nicest words they would say
when spurned upon
they would swear a thousand miles away.

Don't you worry
your friends would forget
you almost immediately
when you have passed through the inevitable gate

I have long ago
accepted my inadequacy
and rather enjoyed it
indeed this has made me happy

Isn't it strange
gone is the fun
when that something
is done!

How to be happy?
Try not being unhappy

I fear not being rejected
as myself I've fully accepted

Why worry about being dead ?
You would then have nothing to dread.