"indu" poems
" Mind" ... a Burden
Do they have brains God!
these scurrying,hurrying,busy little ants?
So fixed in intend, so large their burden
Overcoming all; and to what end?
Do they even know Dear God!
That life is short and so uncertain?
A heavy boot, a gust of wind
And for them, its the curtain.
Do they not think Sweet Lord!
To put down their load awhile?
to savour or bemoan their lot in life,
why carry on regardless, for the good of their kind.
Why do We have brains My Lord?
when it would have served mankind
Just as well as these tiny ants
To work ,live and perish without a thought.
Indu *****
30th May 2011..... Goa
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:41 PM UTC
VII
How soon hath Time the suttle theef of youth,
Stoln on his wing my three and twentith yeer!
My hasting dayes flie on with full career,
But my late spring no bud or blossom shew’th,
Perhaps my semblance might deceive the truth,
That I to manhood am arriv’d so near,
And inward ripenes doth much less appear,
That som more timely-happy spirits indu’th.
Yet be it less or more, or soon or slow.
It shall be still in strictest measure eev’n,
To that same lot, however mean, or high,
Toward which Time leads me, and the will of Heav’n;
All is, if I have grace to use it so,
As ever in my great task Masters eye.
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It almost feels as if this industry
Relies on our ignorance, just to survive.
This new and impressionable generation
Brainwashed by toxic, destructive lies.
Young women pressured to pump up their lips
**** in their stomachs, push up their ****
Only to return home, exhausted and drained
From all the pretence to keep up that façade
Energy that could be used elsewhere
Pursuing their dreams, showing someone they care;
Is our relevance determined by the size of our behind?
'Cause at least that's what the media pumps into our minds-
Better get weave, but look natural too...
Better have perfect eyebrows, maybe get them tattooed...
Better keep them legs shaved, bleach that upper lip...
Better make that skin spotless, edit those pics...
Go hit the gym girl, not for your health,
But to find that "good" man to hand over his wealth.
Oh, and don't get too comfortable in your own skin,
Don't try to stand out, just try to fit in.
Don't practise self-love, don't think you're "too nice"
The men they don't like it, best take their advice.
Just shrink yourself down and do as you're told
'Cause the man has no place for a woman too bold.
What are these messages we're teaching, man?
The power of music is in the wrong hands.
Whatever happened to respecting the art?
Singing songs to empower, reach out to the heart?
Not to gloat, or to sneer, or put others to shame
Or get back at that ex without using their name -
Yes it's freedom of expression, but there are better ways to do it;
Maybe use your pain to help another soul get through it.
Maybe use your spotlight to teach these younger souls
Not to beat themselves up for the things they can't control.
Preaching "do as you wish, just be mindful of others
Branded or not, dress however you feel
Stay true to your heart and what brings you to life
Forget the superficial, that isn't what's real -
What's real is the passion
The breaths that you take
Smiles you plant on people's faces
Each inch of progress that you make
The beauty of our natural world
The loving lessons that you teach
The smallest act of kindness -
A smile on the street."
Apr 3, 2015
Apr 3, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC
life Unfolding
When, the rainbow has bled its colors,
Lying as dust 'neath ones feet
When, the magic finally wears thin,
Tattered as an old moth's wings.
When, the stardust haze settles down
Revealing reality, with its thistle crown,
When, once graceful limbs have slowed their pace
Our burning ambitions having lost or won the race.
Then, some four score years or more
Life's purpose begins to unfold,
Then, ever seeking, all one finds
Is the "Self" in the Divine.
Indu *****
Dec 2010
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:57 PM UTC
Awareness
Mind being branded by societal norms,
The heart gradually conforms.
It’s the free spirit that transcends these bars
And savors the freedom of the unknown path.
As I stand today bound in body, mind and heart,
While unbounded in my spirit and thoughts
Till “awareness” rends asunder
These gossamer bonds
Indu
10/06/2008
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:30 PM UTC
Visit to the psychiatrist
The “more Sensitive Ones”,
The delicately balanced beings,
Those living on the edge of life,
“Feeling” more than “living” it seems.
Needing to be nurtured and cocooned,
By the mentally well adjusted,
Or by the full-blooded buffoons
Who keep them,- in life- interested.
Do gently but surely tug,
Into the deep dark depths
Of their own despairing,
Melancholy, Inverted selves.
Till both breathe as twin souls
Mirroring each other.
Both forever, left wondering
Who has violated whom?
Indu *****
15.04.2007
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:45 PM UTC
Words
Words that are soft and gentle,
Caring, caressing, nurturing,
Praising, admiring, loving,
Encouraging, trusting, honoring ……..
Words imbibed at the mother’s breast,
Are soon lost – to survival tests.
Razor sharp replacing words
Learnt in the classroom of life can be
Acidic, biting, searing, scaring
Accusing, rebuking, flaying,
Soul destroying, scathing, abusing…
To unlearn and erase these rapier thrusts
Needs soul searching heroic impetus,
Come; let us undo this humanity’s curse
By taking a vow of Silence at Birth.
Indu
13/1/2008
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 10:21 PM UTC
how do I die to separation,
to experience unity,
having experienced unity,
Why do I die to it and breathe free in separation again,
why thoughts banished and thought overcome,
return stealthily yet again, with added fervor.
Having tasted the sublime,
why do I go back to the mundane yet again.
Shifts in my reality and illusion a never ending circle
how do I put one genie back in the bottle forever.
Indu *****
May 2012
Nov 23, 2012
Nov 23, 2012 at 9:38 PM UTC
and death said unto us:
go first!
i'm, afraid of seeing!
et mort ait indu nos -
primus vade!
sum, phobic ex videum!
Jul 17, 2017
Jul 17, 2017 at 2:36 PM UTC