HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Every one wishes for a happy new year,
Not without a feeling of lurking fear:
The reason is simple and clear:
The voice of reason very few hear
In the prevailing intolerant atmosphere -
Selfishness, greed, misery,starvation
And heinous crimes in the name of religion!
May the new year end this monstrous trend
And herald a new era of love and compassion
Through the right kind of liberal education.
                           M.G.Narasimha Murthy,
Hyderabad, India.
* April 8, 2016 (Ugaadi) and April 15,2016 (1st Baisakh, in
Bengal) mark the beginning of a new year according to the Hindu calendar.

After a hurricane,
the air is different
and so reverberates
the sea. After a hurricane,
the water is dense.
I lay floating—
carried by salt—
thinking about weight
and the lack thereof.

After the hurricane,
nothing is right.
The weight of my body
on the waves
does not compare
to the weight
on my chest
in your
absence.

Happy am I when I happen to hear your voice....how on earth am I to hold on to life when I hate being alone, not with you?

Tanuj Bhati

et  rystende maleri. han har brugt lang tid på det, får jeg at vide

det ligner noget et barn har tegnet. bogstaverne er runde
       og vaklende og skæve. han har malet farverne ind over hinanden.

det rammer som en snestorm, som en iskold bølge inde i hjernen, tårerne som spor af følelsen

                  kernen af et menneske, hvem er man når den svinder, når den
           ryster og hiver efter vejret og falder
og langsomt smelter bort?

        det er smertefuldt at være vidne til. forsvinder han? er det hans sidste maleri?

                ikke til at holde ud,    jeg må væk,    jeg må besøge ham eller
         skrive   et   digt, jeg må gøre noget

for ellers flyder jeg over

     af salte, kolde bølger der vælder

Humming
Humbly.

Hopeful.

Heading
Home.*

© 2013 J.S.P.

like how your right hand grips the top of the steering wheel and left hand resting on the arm rest, or on your left lap -  when your hands rests on my cheeks and eyes resting on mine

i love.
love you.

Humanity Plus or Transhumanism,

This is the It.

An elixir,

to the Crooked, twisted and shrunk a world Right now.

The only Elixir to any sense, sensitivity or Sensibility of an unknown Sanity.

you scare me, a hidden gem
i am afraid of what could happen

i wonder where you walk and i wonder what you think

has the cross corrupted you
who has turned you so cold

i will be there when you get your wings
and the soothing echo of those classical sounds will pass

into a new choir of faith and acceptance
maybe then when all becomes bright, i will see your eyes
for what they truly are

a black ocean with enough depth to deceive me
into thinking i am only stepping into a shallow pool

a bitter tongue with the tonality of an angel
you can rest your voice as the tears take over

dómine fili unigénite, iesu christe,
dómine deus, agnus dei, fílius patris,
qui tollis peccáta mundi, miserére nobis;
qui tollis peccáta mundi, súscipe deprecatiónem nostram

i will be with you until you find yourself

if you are lost

i will be lost with you