Seeded in doubt we remain which is always about The good and never about the bad, and none a non-devout! When I am happy it’s too good to be true; come bad But do I ever ask am I unhappy, am I really sad? Happiness, the stranger that rarely visits human soil Joy and bliss! Oh, they're plain words of... Sign in to see full entry.
I was reading about Karl Marx, Joseph Stalin and Leon Trotsky. All were revolutionaries, but of different kinds: Marx, non-violent; Stalin, violent; and Trotsky, violence personified. The Marxist revolution thrived under the umbrella of the Gainer Theory which says: Either you gain something or you... Sign in to see full entry.
When God created man, Man was truly innocent; he could go, Meet, talk, walk and breathe With God, flow with Him In His own flow …the bond was such! And probably, for God, a little too much! Man would pray for God to come, When He came, he’d whine “Oh, you came so early? Or, why so late! You should... Sign in to see full entry.
Life is raw, so it is to most of us Raw, being the material, why, I fail To understand, why, can we not sculpt It into something higher, and are Hell-bent to debase it into ugliness Are we not the artisans Of our own fate? Otherwise what is The meaning Of Free Will? Sign in to see full entry.
Tethered I was in a strange kingdom Of the obscure Somber A hearty welcome greeted me from the Recesses of a dank cave Cold and dark … ” Lemme outta here!” Oh no, said the voice “Remember The last November you came and I tried to show you your enclave?” “Yes, perforce I was wrapped in layers Of... Sign in to see full entry.
A forwarded mail I thought I would like to share. It's beautiful. The man slowly looked up. This was a woman clearly accustomed to the finer things of life. Her coat was new. She looked like she had never missed a meal in her life. His first thought was that she wanted to make fun of him, like so... Sign in to see full entry.
I see with wondrous eyes the dance Of life and death going on unceasingly Without a pause, for there are no full stops or commas In the cosmic cycle of Nature; it is always a continuous “IS” A yellowed leaf falls, detached from the tree, silently Without leaving a tear or a scar behind; it happily... Sign in to see full entry.
(Since I had no time to write, I thought I'll give a REPOST. Those of you who may have read it earlier may please excuse me). A while back, I finished reading Gustave Flaubert’s famous controversial novel, Madame Bovary. It struck me as an ingenuous work of art with a seminal depiction of the... Sign in to see full entry.
A structure built with Toil and elaborate care I saw one fated day Going down, reduced To a heap of wet sands By one rolling sweep Of the sea-wave when nearly Finished; expecting remorse Sadness or complaint, I saw None on the countenance of Those merry children, laughing - And holding a hand in... Sign in to see full entry.
I am the container of my worlds, the sole - Outside or inside both, and elfin-like, the whole Visibility is but a reflection, inside out I eat my salmons and my trouts, I stand stout But enter a niggling pain and I fix the tag On some innocent unsuspecting hag My pixie elf, never directed at my self... Sign in to see full entry.