"differentiates" poems
No legacy is as rich as honesty to leave behind
No asset is as great as honesty that enriches mind
No voice is as powerful as honesty,your heart to guide
No word is as meaningful as honesty to swell with pride.
One who adheres to principle and facts , is honest
One who loves for-what-than-who-you are , is honest
One who inspires to be fearless and upfront , is honest
One who dares to raise voice against injustice, is honest
In actions ,words and dealings -be clear and transparent
Corruption,bribery,flattery and nepotism-be always against
Greats endure pain to follow righteousness,however difficult
On life’s tight walk ,do not crave to strike rich without sweat.
Win over lies,deceit ,treachery with love,respect and fair play
Honesty is a jewel that shines-shines brighter,rest fades away
Honesty is a bitter pill to gulp,gulp you must to lead the way
Quality than Quantity of life matters most,at the end of the day.
A child should be taught to be honest at a very early age
Set an example by emoting honesty at every step and stage
Honesty instils compassion ,concern,credibility and courage
It is a virtue that differentiates between a devil and a sage.
Stakes may be high ,don’t ever compromise on values
A Right can never ever be Wrong ,however one views
Forever under HIS scanner,keep hands clean and heart true (HIS ...GOD)
Give best to the humanity the best will come back to you.
(C) Bhargavi Ravindra ...........B’lore
Dated : 09/05/2019
Oct 11, 2019
Oct 11, 2019 at 7:13 AM UTC
“When people move-when they travel-they look at where
they come from,
not where they’re going.” -Martin Amis, *Time’s Arrow
*
Let us now take this chance
to praise those dancing demons
of ambition,
whose feigned clairvoyance
of fortune
and exactitudes of fame
burn as the smell of smokey fallow
to the new-retired mare.
Travel, and all its takeoffs,
all its energies in skidding towards
an unopposed truth, makes its mince
by outlining all we ever look for
but leaving the chalkdust prints
of what we fail, at first, to find.
Yes, spaces contrary to the familiar exist
Carnivore cities of grind and result
cascaded above the floodwalls that save
the vagrant’s midnight search.
Coastal clearings of pacific civs,
best kept secrets where trees are still planted
and further kinds of nowhere that you never expected
to simmer with all the prospects of bored and implacable youths
who pine to efface the status quo, which ,after all, is quite the average,
is quite like “HOME”
Though I suppose, we eventually find
whatever space can be considered our own
when everyone grows up and stops
pretending they read Burroughs,
have a lot more going on, or are a lot less busy
than they make out over infrequent coffee meetings
(where it is also admitted
that they brew their own hot beverages,
or tell their own jokes)
Somewhere in the near-space continuum where Travel has
become for us what essentially differentiates
the commonplace in nature from
that most human of neuroses,
the acceptance of a willing to improve the conditional.
And so to Ambition, and its fiery fops who make us refute
steadiness, accountability, the routine of the resolute
Who let our ships of sanctimony attack
implied with the luxury of steering back.
Apr 2, 2013
Apr 2, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
Instructions for Life-Lesson 1
How to be Awesome daily.
Step 1: Wake up each morning and say “I’m Awesome!”
Step 2: Go to closest mirror and visually confirm Awesomeness. (It’s there-trust me)
Step 3: Continue on with the rest of your day…being totally Awesome!
If followed regularly, these simple steps can change the one thing that differentiates the Awesome from the Non-Awesome, and that is belief in self.
Now get out there and have an Awesome day!
Aug 27, 2012
Aug 27, 2012 at 12:57 AM UTC
I am just so near to losing my mind whenever I hear the statement "So, who wears the pants here?"
Wow!
It gets me speechless.
I got love for all the brothers out there, but what makes you think that what you wear on the outside really portrays who you are on the inside?
"No she doesn't tell me what to do!" is what you beat your chest on whenever you are in conversation with your "boys".
"No I can't carry the baby outside the grocery store, Instead I'll go park the car"...
"No I can't clean the dishes, what will she be doing?"...
"No I will not pick up her call now, am the one wearing pants, I do it at my time"...
"I can get home whatever time I want, after all she just a woman, am above her!!!!???"...
Honesty, its sad that to this day, this mentality holds.
Well, if I am talking 'bout you here, Let me give you THE reality check!
You ain't No better. You need a woman.
She came out of your rib yes, but ain't you the one who asked for her in the 1st place?
Ain't she the reason why from 8th grade you have added 30 pounds? Otherwise wouldn't you malnutrition yourself with noodles and coffee night, after night?
Ain't she the reason why you get so cosy and warm after tens of ******* on a cold night?
For some, the car you drive, the very job you got, ain't she the one that worked out connections for you to get there?
Ain't she the reason why there is a baby somewhere that calls you "Daddy?" that you brag to the society about...makes you feel like a "MAN" ey? She had a choice of denying you the child, say its not yours...
But in your selfish Grown up ego you want to show the world "YOU ARE THE ONE WEARING PANTS????"
Would it hurt to show appreciation?
My point, that is what differentiates a man and a boy.
So next time, before you ask her "Who wears the pants?" Think twice.!
You know why, "SHE WEARS THE DRESS, SOMETHING, YOU, CAN NEVER DO!!!"
© The Unspoken
May 6, 2014
May 6, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC
A most liturgical darkness pains the spidery
veil of prey and prayed upon star.
Hardwon quietude differentiates obsolete
centers to contrive an offing.
Timeless hands go up in deflection, as to
abort the scene whose spelling could not
boast a mouth synchronous with them.
The growth spurt of insult to injury
topples the bucket of well water down the
throat.
Alas, at morning...alert me to my stable,
that I may act in accordance.
Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC
When you become a father this is what happens in maths; she multiplies your ***** differentiates the situation, substitutes your friends, makes herself the subject of the formulae, simplifies your finance and factorizes your priorities.
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 12:41 PM UTC
she
the one made of fume and ice
brought
the soul of the fish
as big as human
holding up in her arms
under full moon
to the beach of the ocean
her transparent ******
broadened the dark waters
to balance the embodiment
as she stood
ageless-straight
to bless and be blessed
by her gift
as flesh and blood
the wind
made of her long hair
blew
cosmic desire
awakened
across ahead
above
ripple glitter
an angel
made of
of light
hung
above
up
o the roughened
as if twilight
o the moonlight
reflected
the she
made of
or illusions
or of myths
same way
with a fish
in her arms
they exchanged
the yet not-materialized
in emotionless boldness
for a moment
that differentiates
upon acceptance
questionless
synchronous
for the grounding
of being
as for her
it was not possible to deliver and leave
she was made of her gift
as much as she was she
as much as fish was her creation
she came to the sea
she stays as she stands towards eternity
if not right
let rendered solemn
lithify
and salute
the exploit of its rhetoric
if right
let the deed be its myth
for the generations unborn
she made of wisdom
of her gift
she made of moon particle
started flowing towards
the reshaping
rocks to coral
coral to light
in bits and pieces
moment by moment
as wavelengths of
the angelic
faded like
the fading diamonds
along the fins and scales
of blue orange green
the flesh
the immaterial but real
rose the sea smell
for a joyous jump
a big salty splash
created by
a rush
of life
glitter recouped
at dawn
with a rising sun
Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 7:32 PM UTC
It seems what differentiates
the mad and the musician
are the bow
in which
they strum with.
Dec 19, 2019
Dec 19, 2019 at 11:02 PM UTC
There is only a few
Whom you can call
Faithful and true;
Beyond borders and time,
Beyond distance,
Your words and mine,
Beyond our actions,
What differentiates us,
And what unites us,
All walks of life narrow down
To one single point,
Having you in my life.
It is often said
That nothing lasts,
The unimaginable happens
And the unbreakable can fall apart.
But when I look at us,
Recurrently get the chance
To become so overwhelmed
By the power of love, trust and friendship
I know
- Into eternity, I glance.
Mar 20, 2013
Mar 20, 2013 at 3:51 AM UTC
it weaves in and out of your preoccupied consciousness
then the towers crumble into that sweet sweet sanity
and the flowers all bloom with the intelligence
it weaves in and out
through the pores of your fingertips
where lavender oil is spilled over a mountain
it weaves in and out
through the crevices of your solitary mind
your last breath becomes of it
your last chance to redeem your father’s stance
it weaves in and out of your arteries
pumping like roses
your legs separate from your talents
your passions become something extraterrestrial
it weaves through your education
and leaves your nail polish sticky
it differentiates the grass from the moon
constantly spilling, pouring
from your mouth
your heartaches become minute and simplified
but are constantly ****** into your very frontmost
vision
it weaves in and out of your preoccupied consciousness
then flowers into separate entities
similar futures
it’s always on your head
and in your soul
what you’ve become
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 4:34 PM UTC
Seed...
...placed , watered in the soil
With the hope, of Turing into
'Tree'
Seed...
...Forming cotyl
... That eventually differentiates
In epicotyl & hypocotyl
To turn into a leafy stem,
And a fibrous root to be...
Stem...
Growing, developing
...Into a bigger one indeed!
Gradually, happily forming leaves!
Bifurcating into two and many branches to be....
Roots...Helping the stem
Stem... Helping roots
growing in water & sunny heat.
Stems...Now branches
Branches...Now leafy branches
Happily exhibiting their grape green leaves!
The leaves, being a proud elements
Of the latter tree to be,
Working, dedicating,
All their energy
To fulfill their needs.
But oh! These leaves,
These generous ones indeed,
Are unaware , so unaware
Busy working days and nights,
Devoid of greed.
They rejoice at the tree yielding its fruits,
They rejoice when the tree ripens it's fruits,
they rejoice, when these see birds and beasts,
Relishing how yummiliciously sweet it is.
It all passes,
Never worrying them about grosses.
The young leaves come,
And greener it becomes.
And the old grow pale,
Time for the fall.
The tree grows big,
So happy in its veil
Carefree about the leaves,
Who toiled night & day
Growing pale & pale
Pale enough
To even Carbon dioxide's inhale.
Seeing the tree who no more cares,
Fruits & seeds, busy pampered & care d,
They get one thing,
We all should sing,
Nature gives what
It one day takes,
We came from it
Will one day be it's waste.
What is so ours,
Isnt really ours,
Time rules,
And nature mocks!
Oh humans,
Oh birds,
Oh women,
Oh men,
Listen, listen,
As I won't repeat it again,
Hope, hope as much as you can,
But never expect as you always can!
As Hope takes high,
But Expectations drain.
For nature gives,
For nature takes.
It makes you young,
To work most of what you can!
It makes you old,
To live your last lost plans.
Enjoy this life,
As much as you can,
Enjoy what comes,
Regregreting not your pasts 'I cans'.
Care for you as much as you can,
Know, know that somebodydy else will
But nobody forever can!
I'm now but a growing leaf,
At my deathbeds highest peak,
Teaching you as much I can.
Life your life, as you always would.
Be proud of what you can and could.
I was a leaf,
I am a leaf,
An now a jaded, old pale, trashed one.
I came from soil,
As a part of seed,
The seed that yielded a bigger tree.
The tree is happy,
With its flowers and fruits
The fruits yield now,
Many, many seedy fruits.
But oh, this tree this busy one indeed,
Knows not thay it's but the leaves make it!
Today that it has many,
It misses not me,
But oh, I feel pity,
But heart sobs much in misery,
Remembering, reminiscing
That first parent seed
For it was the seed,
That loved & blessed ,
Blessed enough to be a tall
Tall, yet a 'selfish' tree.
Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 2:53 PM UTC
The eyes are an unusual creation
One's viewpoint on what is seen and what isn't differentiates
Sometimes, they play tricks on you
Other times, things are seen which shouldn't be
Often, they dance when taking sight of something beautiful
Or are cast downward when in pain
Deep in thought, they stare into space
Fill with tears when experiencing hurt
The eyes conceal the innermost secrets
Said to be the windows to the soul
When people stare into them...
What do you think they see?
Eyes seem to have a world of their own
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 9:22 PM UTC
You make me happy. Really happy. The kind of happiness I can feel in the center of my chest, a warmth that just sits there and grows whenever you call me baby or say that you love me. I always want to be with you, even when I'm on my period and don't even want to leave my house. There is nothing I enjoy more than just laying around with you and simply being with you. your smile makes me smile. I could listen to your laugh all day. I like everything that differentiates you from me. I like that you play video games and soccer and that you watch all these shows and movies on Netflix. I like that you listen to 90s alternative rock because I've never heard of 95% of the songs and artists you've introduced me to. With differences, there are similarities and I like them just as much. I like that our sense of humor is so alike. It's like we're always in an inside joke and no one else knows what the hell we're laughing at. I like that you say cheeky things at ten at night and seven in the morning and two in the afternoon.
God, I just... I like you. I might love you. I'm falling for you and **** I hope you catch me.
May 28, 2015
May 28, 2015 at 12:21 AM UTC
A liturgical darkness pains the
wriggling web of a praying star.
Hardwon quietude differentiates
obsolete centers to contrive the
offing.
Timeless hands go up in deflection,
as to abort the scene.
Whose spelling could not boast a
mouth synchronous with them.
The growth spurt of insult to injury
topples a bucket of well water
down the throat.
Alas, at morning...alert me to my
stable, that I may act in accordance.
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 12:39 PM UTC
if; all that glitters is not gold,
how come my mind and brain
deceive me?
what differentiates between reality,
and fantasty?
what if because it glitters,
i wish for it to be gold?
who decides that gold is valuable,
and glitter belongs to the
depraved?
Me? You? Society?
Me.
words are arbitrary,
each and everyone of us assigns our own meaning to
everything we encounter.
so why follow the definitions that others set?
two roads may diverge in a yellow wood,
but that doesn't mean you need to take
either path.
you were given two hands
to pave your own way.
Dec 13, 2019
Dec 13, 2019 at 3:37 AM UTC
I vehemently try to trace the lost pieces of my heart
The ones shambled and hidden behind all the exterior
One's not accepted in the eyes of our society
These pieces, that awoke my soul and once made me who i am
Now insignificantly veiled, as if they were garbage
I try to find my insignia
One that differentiates me from the rest
My ambiguities, my hopelessness might as well be the root of all this lurking
Putting an end to my peace
And the constant rage n war that i so got caught up in
This could be my way to cope through this ghastly phase
All this vandalism and all these changes must stop
For i am the maker of my persona and i am the destructor of myself
I must rise, for its my time to ignite and shine
To once again show the world my true colors
I must embrace it all
Be it deadly, be it ugly
Yet, that's who I am, me!
Sep 22, 2018
Sep 22, 2018 at 7:06 AM UTC
We all have that one thing we're destined to do,
It leaves our sanity something to cling to.
Its the feeling of passion that takes our soul,
It differentiates the empty from the whole.
This is what we have all be told,
But when we are different, we fold.
We don't stand tall in success,
Because we're all scared of originalities stress.
We would rather prosper as copies
Than leave behind our insecurities.
We would rather follow someone else's bricked way,
Before wondering into the jungle with fears to stray .
We have been forced, scared into a cage of indiversity,
But the bars are invisible to my curiosity.
Your minds have been set to a specific channel.
One of balanced fear and comfort with no light at the end of the tunnel.
- E.A.F
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 10:25 AM UTC
Whatever ails you, aids you
Even though you are born in
The teeth of poverty;
Work and wait
Even though the world
Applaud or jeers,
Work and wait.
Neither heaven nor earth
Reserve a place for laziness
For in life door it is written,
'Push'
Perhaps, don't feel helpless
Like an unhorsed knight without armour
Work and wait.
Get it right,
You cannot do everything,
But you can do something.
Work and wait:
That, differentiates the artist from artisan.
Falling on your face should not be a worry.
Work and wait.
Do this for opportunity comes
Dressed in work clothes
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 7:11 PM UTC
Ever wondered why everyone who speaks a lot, speaks not anything at a state, where they could just speak a lot?
Well, that's a condition, when the mind tells us something else, the soul reflects something else, and in between all these loud voice, the 'heart' merely throbs, and whispers things,that one themselves can't understand and figure out! And it is then, one becomes, 'Silent'.
Silence, is a very pious condition, a being can be in.It is this silence, that connects us, to ourselves, to our surroundings, to nature, and the creator.It is because of this fact, that one who is depressed, or is suffering from anxiety isues, often wish to be in solitude.
Silence heals, silence helps one perceive the unperceivable things, silence helps one figure out the situation, and silence, shows us the 'right way' because we involve God's consent in whatever we do then.
Silence again, is a virtue not possessed by many! While there will be some, who are hardly quiet, there also are people who hardly talk.To know exactly when and till when should one be quiet, and when should one never be quiet is an art.And that's exactly what differentiates people from other people.
The wiser ones are the most quiet ones often.They don't exaggerate things, and Exactly opposite to them are the fools.Ever seen a bird complaining about the bad weather or the grains she didn't bget from your house? Obviously not!Even birds complain not, and fight not, for what they didn't get.They stay quiet, and find some other way to get what they need.
Maybe this is why there's such peace, such seerinity in our holy places, no matter how much of a crowd gathers there! Ever seen a priest getting agitated by the noises crowds make?
No, they respect people, and they have patience to deal with the crowd, because they know, people's habit can't be changed, as each habit takes months and years to be foemwd.everyone is different, and so are they.and most of all, we all are the children if God.
Anything that holds knowledge is mostly quiet, and patient.Whether it's the sun, the moon, the winds, the sea, the breeze, the daylight, the dark, and Most importantly Our 'Creator'.
It is because they are quiet, we respect them.The day nature, and the Gods start speaking, they'll speak stuffs that we'll not want to hear again.For it is human nature, to respect people and things, only till the time, they don't harm and react.The day, it happens, we'll leave and lose respect for such people and things, forever .
It is therefore very important to speak less, listen more., For they who listen much are much listened and respected.Value Silence, Value Yourself!
Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 3:08 PM UTC
Love
02/14/2022
An uncontrollable emotion,
differentiates not the age
Strikes with such lethality,
leaving the mind bemused
Alas! those under loves spell,
a heartfelt valentine
Feb 14, 2022
Feb 14, 2022 at 9:20 AM UTC
*perhaps they'd like these linguistic albinos, but there is a greater allegiance to the tongue, than to the flesh, to the flag, to the geography... there's a transcendental allegiance to the soul... i hold my allegiance to the tongue, even if it's imported and a parasitically gloating bud akin to cancer... i still hold my allegiance to the tongue, but not, to the people that imbue it materialistically as flag & flesh first... i have an allegiance beyond the diadem of the crown... i will speak the natives tongue, but i will not bleach myself in order to sink to their level of despair... hence i kept a dual allegiance to another tongue... nation does not come before tongue... and tongue is what is inserted to animate the soul; forget your roots, forget whether there was ever you in the first place; ******* can't bleach me into being their circus ******* that constantly tend to invent slang!*
how often i find myself wishing to speak
a third language, other than english,
**** it: even german!
but i sometimes come around thankful
that there's a cushion for the ear
to recline on...
a song in finnish, in french,
norwegian, faroese...
russian...
and i'm suddenly satiated...
they might have forced out the tongue
of the africans...
but then again the skin colour
disparity, and sure, the africans
managed to climb over their loss of tongue...
problem is... they're white,
i'm white...
my tongue is the only
thing that differentiates me from them...
i can't forget that,
i simply can't accept the Islam
of the english language...
given that it has mutated in america
and is hardly represented by the authentic
natives... if we're going to be
so, ******* blunt;
there has to be a middle...
you even know how intimidating it is
to be visiting paris,
and not knowing an ounce of french?
you get to play a deaf person...
unless you find an Italian or
a Canadian girl to be your tour guide
in a hostel...
otherwise?
cut my tongue out and start calling
me Pierre, the village idiot.
Dec 8, 2017
Dec 8, 2017 at 8:52 PM UTC