Tuesday, July 11, 2017

My silent Inner Self

Whenever and Whatever I reveal
Immediately the inner me says 
I shouldn't have, as is not wise
My enjoyment died and I am silent

I pushed me to be smart
Created precious moments 
Busy I wiped it as always 
I am scared of many around

In poetry or in painting
One love to fly with freedom
Life is not as simple as 
Physics that defines limits

Rules can't decide 
The inner silent self
That speaks volumes 
On little nuance of life 

Inner self silence is the
Unpainted gaps in my painting
Little gaps and space in the poems
That is the beauty of my life

You or me - conscious self 
Can't decipher thoughts 

My brush danced in color palette 
In mixed feelings and painted 
But left gaps that are best untold
Mixed words inside the lines
writing poetry to express all in me
Left gaps at unseparated feelings 

Listening to your inner self
See the creativity fly around
You be the mastery innovator
Start your journey onn

Shallow thoughts have
A deep inner feel
Give a chill to Inner self
Silent self will speak out


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THINK of SMART and GENTLE

When One says or asks -
A bus station is where a bus stops
A train station is where a train stops
A work station is ...
You call SMART
But not Gentle
Smart are around
Takes pen and write
Draw very well
Act SMART
Study well
Walk SMART

Early morning till evening
Trade to Business or Spiritual
Effective and Affective
Always on toes 
Smart is fast and full

If I predict a fire closely
I ran and escaped rain
Without hit I get to new style door
Climb or drop fast 
Finish exam fast and full
You call me smart 
I am self and individual

When I get along with 
Large group and speak 
Sharp and convincing
Catch the audience
You call me Gentle and smart
It is being social and public

Here comes the famous 
Vivekananda's dialogue 
- In your country tailer
and in our country culture 
makes a gentlemen
Gentle and Smart

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Victorian celebration - Late visit

Read the western Scotland writers
Dreamt to visit west - night at Thames
Unread me from village never desired
But I visited un-noticed to celebrate

Felt walking along roads like Sherlock
Baker street to Madame Tussauds
Real model men and women stayed
Unmodeled celebrated selfie with lot

Beach with the Best of Lords and Gods
Across coloured sky scenes of my life
Seen love legacy -  world celebrated
Scene vanished with two foot prints 

Heavenly blue came and said - no Grieve 

Wait - our reunion is soon after the dark
As partners again never we could think

You defined the greater Kingdom failed

Gifted LIFE each day and the day after

To dream about tomorrow, to celebrate now
To love a little one has to live a lot 
To live a little one has to love a lot

After all the little journey till green park 
Ordinary can be extraordinary like tulips
Daffodils - Lilacs - Sunflowers - count 
Children on stars not to burry happiness

Secret buried treasure chest heart
Little moments made life celebrate
When I go so many things left to see
Tear not but thank for good years

Coleridge 1772-1834 stayed here
House board in London street said
Kubla Khan came out in memory 
I took a snap along to cherish ahead

Traveled alone trusted, grief comforted
Love around softened and clear at home
When brown leaves caught the glimpse

Lengthening shadows showed long life
Walked slowly down long path with son
He is graduating that gave a celebration

Manchester train took us to Milton Keys
Mom is on her best gifts, treasure of love
Saw Yadu's guide mentor friend in heart

The royal to Imperial college change
Mining to material department progress 
No units to measure worth of legacy
Taught science with life in love and fight

Land of wonderful grandmother, not old
Smile of sunshine that saw up and down
Victorian Green park to Brexit new gain !
Colonial balance is seen without  grief

Share the celebration of life, start to end
Moments are new for no begin to end 
Rising sun and setting son looks coloured
Blowing wind that chill of winter we know
Remember them as pit and falls-not normal

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Kerosene Lamp

Glimpse of not so bright childhood
Kerosene lamp smoked and smelled
Around my language learning
Subjects were filled around with flies

Stressed the head as dim was light
Head gave shadow on book to hide
I faced the lamp seeing it burns
- than pages in my book I focused
It was a pain to fill kerosene in
Earlier brass couldn't guess kerosene
shake and feel at times to know
Glass jar new showed the level filled

Tube light was a new light in life
That was a ray with hopes in pain
Gave no time pass for me to stare
Unfilled or not untold though it is glass
No notice it went off to push me in dark
Now in dark I seek my kerosene lamp

Friendship long back  had all the smoke
less of light but could guess the life
Had flies around and shading to hide
Stressed and smell of earthy oil

Here the life and friends now
Unshaky blimps but off splits in time
I wish I had my old lamps around
No flashy momentary life anymore

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