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I was
under the impression that I rarely have any moments, which could
be called happy moments. I invite every moment, which could be a
happy one, for example, a good breeze on a hot humid day or the
smile of an unknown child or a hot coffee offered on a rainy
days. Oh, the list is too big.
I change the definition of happiness, education of daughters,
their marriage at the right time or some happy news related to
children, the list is again not small.
I search for bigger happiness, loud laughter or a broad smile.
Strange, I who was very popular for my laughter have not laughed
for a long time--maybe for months. I manage with a small smile.
I do not remember any moment, when I could laugh for some real
reason. I mostly open TV channels, which are the so called
laughter channels, but never manage to laugh with an open heart.
Oh dear! I tell myself, let me stop dusting my books, poems and
memories. I must practice to smile, and laugh and try to make
others laugh. But it should be a good smile which is a
reflection of my inner happiness.
I wow to smile more in the coming year.
Rati Saxena
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I
did not forget the grocer, people- who hold our roof,
our flesh in the lower case. I built a bridge bringing
the grass to my work; dragging the chair to the dreams.
But you took flight to the mountain tops.
June Nandy
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I walk,
Walk with the breeze,
With the rustling of the leaves,
With the whistling of the pines,
And the silence of my footsteps!
I am alone,
I am but a shadow,
Cast upon the canvas of life,
With a paint of a faint color!
Reflections of existence,
Ruins of the past,
Uncertainties of the future,
But only with the deep reassurance of the present!
Nithya Murali
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Sitting by the pathless path
Pines showered
A mynah sings
You are.
Navita
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Are you just my fantasy
Keeping me
Steady in the near insanity?
Are you touchable
Only in my thoughts?
Will I hear you
When you tell me
The truth?
I'm already turning
For the shade beneath the trees,
Where I will rest
In a place for two
Stephen Jarrell Williams
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Well, now here, I
am not even in the department of Physics. This is the faculty of
engineering, and even at the end of my research I'll be getting
a PhD in electrical engg, but that is how narrow the margins are
between disciplines nowadays when it come to post-graduate
reserach. And I consider
what I do here as physics itself, and I enjoy it. Because I am
still searching for fresh ideas, new methods. Just like Jaroslav
Siefert said that he was seeking beautiful words, I am too, but
beautiful ideas. And as he said it is better than killing and
murdering. Now that I'm back in this world of mine, where I read
journal-papers that talk of the infinite ways people from all
around the world have thought of, those many paths they took in
solving some problem, whatever it is, and here I find solace.
Then, when I myself do experiments in a lab, it is like making
the ideas to dance or to sing a nice tune. That is where I see
poetry in physics. When ideas or theorems or hypothesis take
forms as experiments, and when we apply all our dedication and
test our perseverence to the very end to mould them into useful
results, that is how I see poetry in it.
Sandeep
Kalathimekkad
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A woman dances
hidden in the night
a woman dances
she spreads her arms
like saying wings
from the air's core
to the air's rim
slanted between walls of shadow
to the voids of light
a woman whirls
like a star turns
graphs on herself
the paths of chance
and its declensions
dances
turns
like lifting a bird
from the earth's grasp
raises a magnetic time
draws with a blazing coal
the red speech of the caves
dances
and shakes
the childhood frights
that still in fear
call us from inside her
Osvaldo Sauma
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Birthday
Birth:
Mother faith
That trusts the world
A generous womb.
The small cry
Announces
That from light,
Slowly comes death;
Every age arrives
Punctual,
Celebrating the remembrance
That stillness approaches.
Zingonia Zingone
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Black in appearance is musk
Far and wide spreads its perfume
So are the qualities of gurus!
Beloved of the Bounteous, Vema, listen
**** **** ****
Innumerable are faultfinders
All in the world have faults
Faultfinders know not their own faults
Beloved of the Bounteous, Vema, listen.
Vemana
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God is one, he is one
he is one, he is one.
There is no room here
for distinctions
of high and low;
Hari is the dweller
of all beings.
Creatures are all alike here.
of all beings.
The solace of slumber is
the same to the king,
and to his guard
who rests close by.
the same is the high land
where the Brahmin dwells,
and the low land
where lives the untouchable.
ANNAMACHARYA
Translated by A.Ramakrishna Rao
*I
will take the most limpid words
Limpid as pearls and string you wreaths;
I'll marry the old and new
To never significance
I know well you will not approve
My verses –how can damsels wake
Dull senses long used to admire
Sumptuously stuffed up dolls?
Gurazada Appa Rao:
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