Poems

[harsharan000]

 

Life Is What Life Is

Through all the ups, all the downs, 
Some will be there, some can't be found.
If they won't care as they should, so be it.
This is life in the way that I wish to see it.

You can give your all, or you can try not.
When they decide to leave, what have you got? 
You build it up, then it breaks away.
This is life in the way I see it today.

Days come and go, true hearts stay close.
Without happiness, love is an imitation at most.
You haven't stayed close, it's hard to love you, 
This is life in a way that is sadly true.

To leave behind such a feeble mind, 
forget it and pursue someone real.
This is my goal, and in time...
This will be life and the way that I feel. 

Edward Veilleux

 

 

 

(Life/Philosophy) Life Is....

It has neither a beginning nor an end
You can never predict where it will bend.

Life is a teacher, it will show you the way
But unless you live it...it will run away.

If you have no fear of living, you will find
No fear of death and you will not mind.

You have to feel the agonizing sorrow and feel the pain
Only then it will heal and you will be whole again.

It is in every leaf, in your smile, in your tears
In your toil, in your triumphs and in your fears.

Just enjoy the journey without looking back
Savour the senses and you will not lack.

Truth is more in the process than the result
Liberates you from thought and you can exult

To see the truth in the false, thats the key
To understand, without changing it...just let it be
Love life, live it and it will set you free.... 

Renu Rakeja

[harsharan000]

 

Let Love Be Universal 

As you see universally
There is a great fall
Let love stretch its hands being universal
To love and teach us to love all, 
Love has a great power in its tender hands
To touch with love and care of all, 
Yet you may ask how
That's when they, you and we all will love one another
Enmity, envy, hatred, greed, wrath, bestiality will be no more
And then anyhow
We all will solve together
Misunderstandings, chaos, disputes in us appear, 
When love will be universal
Man of earth will be angel
Angel in activities
Human in realities.

 

Poem by Muzahidul Reza

 

 

[harsharan000]

 

Hope Is Not Lost

When the desperation hit
When the people cried in the streets
When everything felt at loss
Hope stayed, even though fleaing would be easier

When the eyes were full of tears.
When kids and families were torn apart
By that last desperate grasp
Hope tried

When all else gave up
When all else backed off
When people lost all they had
Hope flew

When they cried
When the world was shocked with desperation and dispair
When nothing seemed good 
Hope worked

When those four planes crashed
When the buildings fell
When the lives were lost
Hope was there

Hope was only a tiny glimmer
Hope was still there
She ran to those who needed her
She worked to help

When all else failed
Hope didn't
She flew through us all
Letting us know, we still had her
We just needed to look hard enough

Hope was there
Hope remembers 

 

Jessica Millsaps

[harsharan000]

Happiness

Happiness perhaps once had features
Of a single, compact whole, 
But countless are the craving creatures
Praying God some bliss to dole.

He therefore must have sadly shattered
Happiness into many a bit
And had the pieces widely scattered
To give all eyes a glimpse of it.

So, those who wish to own a share
Should not think it strain or stress
To search around, with utmost care, 
Some dazzling fragments to possess.

A particle here, a particle there, 
To your happy lot may fall; 
Not any time, not anywhere, 
can you ever find them all.

However long, however far-
Spreading your quest may be, 
Too many are, too tiny are
The splinters all for you to see.

In common can you best enjoy
Whatever happiness comes your way.
With others if you share your joy, 
It well may stage a longer stay.

Give your neighbour just a half
And see your pleasure growig double: 
Make your neighbour smile or laugh; 
You yourself with glee will bubble. 

                    by Tulsi Hanumanthu

 

 

Joy And Sorrow Chapter Viii

by Khalil Gibran

A woman said, "Speak to us of Joy and Sorrow." 

And he answered: 

Your joy is your sorrow unmasked. 

And the selfsame well

from which your laughter rises

was oftentimes filled with your tears. 

And how else can it be? 

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being,

the more joy you can contain. 

Is not the cup that hold your wine

the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven? 

And is not the lute that soothes your spirit,

the very wood that was hollowed with knives? 

When you are joyous, look deep into your heart

and you shall find it is only

that which has given you sorrow

that is giving you joy. 

When you are sorrowful

look again in your heart,

and you shall see

that in truth you are weeping

for that which has been your delight. 

Some of you say, "Joy is greater than sorrow,"

and others say, "Nay, sorrow is the greater." 

But I say unto you, they are inseparable. 

Together they come, and when one sits alone with you at your board,

remember that the other is asleep

upon your bed. 

Verily you are suspended

like scales between your sorrow and your joy. 

Only when you are empty

are you at standstill and balanced. 

When the treasure-keeper lifts you

to weigh his gold and his silver,

needs must your joy or your sorrow rise or fall.