Wednesday, 27 November 2019

Flower: "Wisdom: The Power of Negapos Thinking"

Name of the garden: Sujmaki

Positive thinking is Negative.
The beautiful is beautiful,  
As long as the ugly is ugly. 
If all are beautiful,  
Who will participate in, and
Who will watch Miss. World C.?
Who will advertise,  and
Who will buy fair creams? 
If all are beautiful, 
Whom will the poet admire? 
Beauty is dependent on Ugliness,
For its Survival and Recognition.

Why try to be good? 
If all are good, though it can't be,
It will be bad.
All police and lawyers will go jobless.
All law colleges have to be closed. 
Expensive artillery will become cheap toys. 
All are Jesuses, so no one to worship Jesus.
Dictionary will be airless balloon:
After anger, bad, cruel, devil, enemy… buried in goodness! 
The Scale of Life values good people against bad stones. 

Curse the Man who said, 
Light is wisdom and Darkness is ignorance. 
If Day swallows 24 hours, 
Letting nights die in hunger,
Earth the hot ball will burn us all. 
Which poet will answer the Moon’s tears?
When will people sleep and postpone madness? 
Light lives to kill darkness. 
If there is no darkness, 
Why should, and how will light live? 
Wisdom lives to kill ignorance. 
If there is no ignorance, 
Why should wisdom live? 
Days and nights are compliments 
And complimentaries to each other. 
Wisdom and ignorance have to sail on the same boat. 

Send him hell who said, 
Speech is silver,  silence is gold. 
And empty vessel makes more noise. 
Wanna No noise, only silence?
Then no language,  then, 
The whole world is dumb.
Then,  All literatures are dead. All poets are dead. 
All sciences are dead. All histories are dead. 
Noise is born and must be born
To talk about the greatness of silence. 
Noise and silence are 
Inseparable equal couples rejoicing at killing each other. 
Noise lives 
Since silence lives in between noises. 

Why afraid of and weep to see Death?
Death is a celebration,  inauguration ceremony to Rebirth,
Wise Leveler for moderate population, 
Savior to save you from life sentence. 
All exits, to enter. 
All losses, to gain. 
All pauses, to start. 
All deaths for births. 
“Beginning is in the End. 
End is in the beginning.” 

Wanna only rise, no fall? 
If the waves of the sea rises continuously without fall, 
See,  sea will not be to see. 
To be a boss is a pride, 
But to have only bosses and no servants is a hell. 
Without negative,  positive Is a hell. 
With positive,  negative is a heaven. 


If disease quits the world for ever, 
Who is going to care about health? 
If there is no one poor in pain, 
The rich should beg for identity in vain? 
The wise cannot exist without the ignorant
Just as teachers can’t , without learners. 
(Teachers survive paid by the learners.)
Speakers and singers can’t  without listeners,
Performers  can’t without watchers. 
Positives and negatives, supposed opposites,
But sides of the same coins. 
Front and back of your own body. 
Positive thinking is as unnatural as
Days without nights,  
Births without deaths, 
Starts without stops. 
Smiles without tears, 
Youth without old age,
Works without sleep,
Husbands without wives…! 

Why scorn at negatives? 
Welcome disease that is but for purification. 
Adorn emptiness that is for more storage. 
Why condemn late coming?
All girls don’t flower at the same age. 
Will you punish the sun that wakes up late? 
Why boil at liars?
All poets praised so far are but Great Liars.
In fact,  negatives are positives 
And positives are negatives. 
The lazy are the gifted in workplaces.
The hard workers are the victims. 
Promotion calls, warning calls for you! 
Free offers, always to bind you. 
Whom does law really protect? 
Aren’t students teaching the teachers Great Lessons? 
Positives and Negatives, like days and nights,
Follow and embrace each other
To keep the perfect harmony of the universe. 




Sunday, 25 August 2019

Of Eternal Teaching and Learning



No CC TV to monitor, yet works sincerely
Loves,  cares ever all,  yet seeks rest never,
Oh my Sun,  take me your son.

No guides to guide,  no bible to follow,
Takes no selfie,  likes no likes.
Yet lives to love,  runs to give itself.
Oh rivers,  make me yours.

Neither beautiful,  nor ugly, 
Yet kisses all that is beautiful and ugly.
Neither your enemy,  nor your friend,
Yet remains the life of all and says to love all.
Claims no passport,  yet goes everywhere,
Proclaims “the whole earth and sky is ours”
No locks of laws to lock,  no chains of marriage to chain,
No teachers to teach freedom. Binds all,  yet free from all.
Oh wind,  mind me and find me to wind me.

Having no home to stay,  yet the home of all to stay.
Not easy for anyone to carry,  yet busy for everyone to carry.
Restless run for all, who run restlessly for all.
Longing for no one to care,  yet feeds, cares and loves so long.
Conceived by none,  yet the womb of all alive and dead.
Oh Mother Earth,  the  open university of all,
With compassion,  patiently teach me patience.

Saturday, 17 August 2019

Poetry: Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!


Poet: Nobody

The pot is elegant .
The art in the pot is amazing !
The design is more aesthetic!
Material,  worth a king’s ransom!
But what makes the pot I got useful is
The emptiness inside!
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!

Eliot’s The Waste Land is bottomless,
The five flowers in this waste land,  with fragrance of the most mysterious soul.
Each line,  the immersion of a universal spirit,
Each word in the verse,  diverse.
But what measures the lyric a treasure is
Not the pieces of the masterpiece of the Master,
But that which is
Between the cantos,
Between the lines,
Between the words,
Between the letters.
With its absence,  the presence of all be absent.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!

Tell me Why I don’t speak
Between the two words I speak…
Watch why birds don’t sing
Between the two notes they sing…
All things will commit suicide
If ‘nothing’ between them dies.
The mortals of human race will turn into one GIANT,
If the gap lapses.
Oh Emptiness , the source of all resources,  thou art so beautiful!

You are in,  so I can come in.
You are out, so I can walk out.
You give way to all,  to move and play the life within you.
You are omnipresent,  why can’t you be God for me?
You came before all came to start the game of Universe.
You will be more when all will be no more.
Oh Emptiness,  thou art so beautiful!

Ah Seventh Sense ,  When you stay back from the mad race of the race,
You go ahead as the head.
Be attached,  you are one with one.
Be detached,  you are one with all.
Stop searching to find what you search.
Forget it to remember what you always forget to remember.
Die of past and future to be born here and now.
Be empty to be full.
Oh Emptiness, thou art so beautiful!




Wednesday, 22 May 2019

My Verse for the Makers of the Universe

Poet : Nobody

I’m mischievous.

I decided to try the mystic art,
the Black Magic I learnt from an ancient book.

With tremendous power attained in Deep Meditation,
I deleted, with little playfulness,  all Atoms in the universe.
I silently watched, before me,
The whole universe disappearing.

Like a villain,  I roared with laughter,
Danced in ecstasy, cried in pride – “I’m the Savior”

My earth,  The Waste Land is gone,
With all its heartless hearts, idiot scholars, 
Drowning drunkards, Hypocrite politicians,  ugly inhuman humans.

Big Bosses,  now not even small pieces.
I watched silently …
Billionaires,  with trillions being dragged into Emptiness.
All Presidents and Heads being pulled into null.

The space, also sucking me,  with all my worries,
And unfulfilled desires, relieving me from eternal slavery,
Became Clean,
Empty,
Dark,
Silent.