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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Monday 12 September 2011

..an ode to my mother..

no painter's brush nor poet's pen
in justice to her fame 
has reached half high enough
to write a mother's name


 
for every moan that escaped you during my birth
every bit of my flesh i owe to you 'O Mother'
in great pain did you bear me for my existence
all my pain belittles in front of you ' O Mother '
when i feared tripping in the depths of darkness
you acted as my cane and embraced me with your light
when without a second you gave your life for mine
that very moment my heart belonged to you forever
i remember when my father punished me
it was always your love that stopped him
your heart was a deep abyss
at the bottom of which i always found forgiveness
you worked hard till your limbs did hurt
but never thought of blaming me for the pain
there was only one pretty child in the world
and in your eyes it was always me ' O Mother  '
your love for me knew no infinite
it could make the earth stop and heavens tremble
in the heavens above even the angels started crying
seeing the love so devotional like yours ' O Mother '
you were always my first love
and in my ' first love '  i found my liberation
great wars and battles were fought by warriors,kings and men
but the bravest battle that was ever fought
will not be found in the pages of history written by men
it was silently fought by you  ' O Mother '
we speak of diamonds and jewel
you were the jewel in my life that i will always treasure
we speak of pain and torture
the pain was the look in your eyes when i saw you the last time
the torture was in seeing tears fall
from the angelic eyes of my mother
kill me,skin me,peel me,punish me..do as you wish God
but never let tears fall from the beautiful eyes of my mother
your flesh still slumbers in me
and even now only after my eyes close..your heart sleeps
you share with me a ' bond ' that even the God's do envy
a bond that is so dear that only a mother can understand  :( :(