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To post anything to do with poems and poets
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- From: veenaapponavan (@ cache-blr.ernet.in)
on: Sat Aug 19 13:12:44 EDT 2000
Just once.
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Agitation.
Shouting something,they
were cutting the tree to
block the traffic on my
familiar road.
That is the first time I
saw that tree at that place.
(c) veenaapponavan@yahoo.com
- From: katteroja (@ bkj-cache84.jaring.my)
on: Sat Sep 16 14:13:49 EDT 2000
anbulleh neelamehangeleh
vaanathil suganthiramana irrurkirgaleh
kittai irundhum thurama marainthirurgeleh
neelamehangeleh neengal en manasil ehpohthumeh.
hush, my love i will wait for thee,
in the coldness of nites, i yearn for thee.
the chilly wind blows upon me,
but all i can hear is the words of love,
so very warm, the words you once spoke to me.
is loving and leaving so very easy?
you were there as though you cared
was it a lie? your interest? your concern?
or perhaps it was simply a gesture?
that i mistook for divine pleasures...
howling the winds as they blow softly
i shut the windows and lie on my pillow sadly
as i remember your face, your voice, your words that touched my heart especially
too late now for you have left me....
- From: N.Yashilia (@ proxy.iad3.netsetter.com)
on: Sat Sep 23 05:57:56 EDT 2000
Here's something about true friend:
A Friend...........
strengthens the heart
repairs the hurts
encourages the discovery
enlightens the mind
dissolves the pain
banishes the loneliness
understand the anxiesties
increase the joy
deepens the spirit
frees the soul.........
brought to you by,
N.Yashilia.
- From: RASIGAN (@ 202.9.180.234)
on: Tue Sep 26 00:30:49 EDT 2000
I heard a story about a ship called titanic, after hearing that I thought what would had happened to the iceberg which dashed the ship, anyone could say that the iceberg would had been melted but I surely believe that the " Iceberg melted into tears"
TITANIC MELTED ME A LITTLE
- From: madhu (@ 202.9.175.244)
on: Tue Sep 26 12:26:07 EDT 2000
hai! yashilia
still no new opinions .pity.inthis world every one is born to die.dissappointments happen every moment .The way we take it makes us happy or unhappy.Hope is the buzz \word to happiness.Changes are inevitable and like new rain brings cheerfulness in many tempting few to get themselves WET forcing few to open umbrellas or coverup with their unwashed and dirty handkerchieves.
Go out and ths beautiful GOD given boon.
above all LOVE is expressed as GOD itself
regards
madhu
- From: madhu (@ 202.9.175.244)
on: Tue Sep 26 12:30:24 EDT 2000
hai! yashilia
still no new opinions .pity.inthis world every one is born to die.dissappointments happen every moment .The way we take it makes us happy or unhappy.Hope is the buzz \word to happiness.Changes are inevitable and like new rain brings cheerfulness in many tempting few to get themselves WET forcing few to open umbrellas or coverup with their unwashed and dirty handkerchieves.
Go out and enjoy this beautiful GOD given boon.
above all LOVE is expressed as GOD itself
regards
madhu
- From: Branon (@ dialin53a-30.ppp.uci.edu)
on: Thu Oct 19 17:28:24 EDT 2000
Hello:
I am new to this forum. Could you please tell me how you interact and what the goal is? What is the topic? Types of love, lessons of love, ways of expressing love?
Thanks,
Brandon
- From: Brandon (@ dialin53a-30.ppp.uci.edu)
on: Thu Oct 19 17:28:37 EDT 2000
Hello:
I am new to this forum. Could you please tell me how you interact and what the goal is? What is the topic? Types of love, lessons of love, ways of expressing love?
Thanks,
Brandon
- From: KK (@ 020.0205.syd.iprimus.net.au)
on: Mon Nov 6 03:08:24 EST 2000
Letter to an Archaeologist
Citizen, enemy, mama's boy, sucker, utter
garbage, panhandler, swine, refujew, verrucht;
a scalp so often scalded with boiling water
that the puny brain feels completely cooked.
Yes, we have dwelt here: in this concrete, brick, wooden
rubble which you now arrive to sift.
All our wires were crossed, barbed, tangled, or interwoven.
Also: we didn't love our women, but they conceived.
Sharp is the sound of pickax that hurts dead iron;
still, it's gentler that what we've been told or have said ourselves.
Stranger! move carefully through our carrion:
what seems carrion to you is freedom to our cells.
Leave our names alone. Don't reconstruct those vowels,
consonants, and so forth: they won't resemble larks
but a demented bloodhound whose maw devours
its own traces, feces, and barks, and barks.
Joseph Brodsky
- From: ma-dha-n (@ ci154365-a.athen1.ga.home.com)
on: Mon Nov 20 22:13:24 EST 2000
DHROOG = TRUTH
ya this scribble... its u..
and thats wat am thinking...
and thats wat am feeling...
and thats wat am wording...
u r the sun when it shines...
u r the rain when it falls..
u r the music when it sounds...
u r the life when i live...
enough of the rhyming words...
done with those empty sounds...
am thinking back...feeling how lucky i was
to get a chance to interact...
i donno if someone already told u...
that u r beautiful..someone sure wud have...
not outside..for i haven't seen that...
but beautiful...inside...which i sure see...
i feel helpless...thinking...
if i wud have damaged ur beauty by being me..
like the pearl, u r inside ur shell...
probably not meant to be open...
but broken u r ...by many...
i wish i hadn't come into ur life
yet know all abt u...and get inspired..
i wish i hadn't bothered u...
yet share everything with u..
i wish u did not notice me...
getting inspired by u...
but alas...its me..
thats how clumsy i cud get...
and now...i step back...
and awe at this wonder..u r
i wish things were simpler
i wish things were easier...
and am sorry for
touching ur beauty...
and all i cud do now...
is watch u...from outside...
feel awed by ur silence...
get rocked by ur words..
get drowned by ur tears...
and fly high in ur smiles..
and sorry
for i donno the ways..things function in this world
for i donno how to talk..elegantly
for i donno how to smile..beautifully...
for i donno wat words...wud have made the moments..
my words...they are empty...
but they sure have a meaning....thats me...
i don't know if u will understand...
but ask the rain..for it knows wat i feel
ask the lake..for i had talked to it more than anyone
ask the dhrooog..for i live with it all time..
and ask u...for u inspire my thoughts..
and i know there will be a time..
when u will draw boundaries...
boundaries called relationships...
me..u..him...her..they..them
dividing man from man...
causing pain and suffering..
breaking the dhroog thats one..
tell me thats wrong...
tell me that will not happen...
tell me dhroog is one
tell me and i will accept it..
unfinished story this is...
will not stop...
will not bore...
ya there may be silence...
but i will be there in all its calmness..
- From: KK (@ 168.pool2.cvx001.syd.iprimus.net.au)
on: Tue Nov 21 02:54:41 EST 2000
Few good lines
"my words...they are empty...
but they sure have a meaning....thats me... "
"ya there may be silence...
but i will be there in all its calmness.."
Cheers
- From: madhan (@ ci154365-a.athen1.ga.home.com)
on: Wed Nov 22 10:27:09 EST 2000
nandrikal pala
- From: Madhan (@ ci154365-a.athen1.ga.home.com)
on: Wed Nov 22 10:28:26 EST 2000
there are times in life
when i am alone...with dhrooog
and i feel am with everyone..
its when
i try not to act
i try not to impress
i try not to love someone
i try not to hate someone
i try not to hurt someone
i try not to please someone
i try not to be someone
i try not push myself into anything
its when
i try to be me...just me
i try to be true to myself
i try to be honest
i try to be dhrooog
its then
i accept...
amazing...this life...
life is a sequence of moments..
some moments of joy...
some moments of sorrow...
some u want remember...
some u want to forget...
some choices u make
some stupid things u do
some brave acts ...
some silly deeds...
some mature...
some immature..
some loyalty...
some cheatings..
some ppl u meet...
some ppl u love...
some ppl u stay...
some ppl u leave..
call them friends..
call them parents..
call them lovers..
call them pets...
call them couple..
call them enemies..
call them dhroogers...
call them anything...
bottom line really is love
or rather call it dhroog..
and there it comes..
ur final moment of life..
just before u die...
the ultimate dispassionate moment...
what a feeling...it is...bliss
ecstacy..beauty in entirety...
its just ur simple little life
u had ur complaints...
u had ur chances..
u had ur luck..
u had ur misluck..
u had ur share of love..
u had ur share of cheating..
but hey it was UR life..
ur simple little life...
u lived all of it
all thru it...
every moment of it...
u sit back then...
laugh at urself...
laugh at things u did...
no regrets...just happiness...
then u admire urself...
not for ur greateness..
not for ur stupidity...
not for the definitions...
but for JUST what u were...
just u..fabulous little u....
with all ur beautiful imperfections...
with all ur innocent shortcomings...
with all ur wonderful mistakes
with all ur fiery failures..
u r fantastic in each of these definitions...
what a beautiful painting u r...
yet another addition to the wonderful
gallery of human spirit...
i feel it now...
the dispassionate moment...
thats when...
i like u ...
i like me...
i like everyone...
just do it...be true to urself..
-dhroog
- From: KK (@ cwip-t-007-p-219-121.tmns.net.au)
on: Thu Nov 23 03:43:23 EST 2000
AS I PONDER'D IN SILENCE.
===========================
AS I ponder'd in silence,
Returning upon my poems, considering, lingering long,
A Phantom arose before me with distrustful aspect,
Terrible in beauty, age, and power,
The genius of poets of old lands,
As to me directing like flame its eyes,
With finger pointing to many immortal songs,
And menacing voice, What singest thou? it said,
Know'st thou not there is but one theme for ever-enduring bards?
And that is the theme of War, the fortune of battles,
The making of perfect soldiers.
Be it so, then I answer'd,
I too haughty Shade also sing war, and a longer and greater
one than any,
Waged in my book with varying fortune, with flight, advance
and retreat, victory deferr'd and wavering,
--Walt Whitman
- From: Madhan (@ ci154365-a.athen1.ga.home.com)
on: Fri Nov 24 22:25:37 EST 2000
DHROOOG = TRUTH
we learnt to see
what ppl saw
we learnt to hear
what ppl heard
we learnt to feel
what ppl felt
we learnt to sing
what ppl sang
we learnt to dance
what ppl danced
we learnt to love
what ppl loved
we learnt to tell
what ppl told
we learnt to cry for
what ppl cried for
we learnt to define
what ppl defined already
we learnt to undefine
what ppl undefined already
we learnt to do
what ppl did
we learnt to live
what ppl lived
we learnt to be
what ppl were...
NO...I cannot do this anymore...
O dhroog come wimme
lets see
lets hear
lets feel
lets sing
lets dance
lets love
lets tell
lets cry
lets define
lets undefine
lets do
lets live
lets be
in a way u and i want....
no rules ...
no lessons...
its all a new beginning
its just me and dhrooog...
one in whole...
- From: dhrooog (@ ci154365-a.athen1.ga.home.com)
on: Wed Dec 13 17:42:59 EST 2000
in mind's democracy
its emotion's elections
with temptations resisting
and each campaign insisting..
u take a side
and let future ride..
whom to go..and
whom to come
u got opinions
from ur minions
but its u to vote
in truth's court
u can regret
but u can't forget
make a decision
in truths precision
u won't regret
and there's no upset!
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