Wound gives pain;
Pain is a fire; It
Burns the rubbish;
Pain means cleansing!
Consciousness is purified
Through pain;Pain is
The price for healing!Accept
The pain for the pleasure!
Agony is not a curse;
It is a blessing;Ecstasy;
It is only out of agony;Accept
The agony for the Ecstasy!
Darkness brings the dawn;
Out of the dark night
The morning is born;Accept
The darkness for dawn!
Everything has a price;
We have to pay for it;
Acceptance is the bridge
Of paradox and life!
P.S.MANIVANNAN.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
PARENTS !
Parents have some ambitious;
They would like to fulfill
Through their children;They
Want to use the children!
Using the children as a
Means, violence has come in;
As against their individuality;
And children are destroyed!
Destroying children means,
Parents are molding them;
According to their desires;
This looks so unjust!
Unjust is parents are
Forgetting that they have
Own soul;As they may not
Know about soul and GOD!
P.S.MANIVANNAN.
They would like to fulfill
Through their children;They
Want to use the children!
Using the children as a
Means, violence has come in;
As against their individuality;
And children are destroyed!
Destroying children means,
Parents are molding them;
According to their desires;
This looks so unjust!
Unjust is parents are
Forgetting that they have
Own soul;As they may not
Know about soul and GOD!
P.S.MANIVANNAN.
GUEST BECOMES HOST
Poetry is like love;
No need to learn it;
Poetry is love of life;
No one can teach it!
It is a celebration of life;
Give rein to imagination;
A poet is certainly closer
To god than the priest!
Priest can only preach;
But poet can practice;
Whenever he feels joyous
Then it flows as its own!
Poetry cannot be done;
It is not man made;
Poetry sometimes happens;
It flows in many ways!
Poet is neither the doer, nor
The knower of the moment;
It is just like a Guest;
But becomes a Host!
We shall wait for it;
Not to desire for it;
Allow it ,when it comes,
Totally immerse into it!
P.S.Manivannan.
No need to learn it;
Poetry is love of life;
No one can teach it!
It is a celebration of life;
Give rein to imagination;
A poet is certainly closer
To god than the priest!
Priest can only preach;
But poet can practice;
Whenever he feels joyous
Then it flows as its own!
Poetry cannot be done;
It is not man made;
Poetry sometimes happens;
It flows in many ways!
Poet is neither the doer, nor
The knower of the moment;
It is just like a Guest;
But becomes a Host!
We shall wait for it;
Not to desire for it;
Allow it ,when it comes,
Totally immerse into it!
P.S.Manivannan.
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