Poetic Dialogue

You have been more than successful, friend poet
bringing your affliction to light

I can feel your frustration...and your rage
the struggle of dealing with things that are hidden

then suddenly loom to the forefront unbidden
You must be pissed as Hell...I know I would be...

at having my life stripped way from me.
Not for you just accepting fate... and suffering in silence

that level of exposure would make many
resort to exhibitions of violence...

but somehow you have managed...to turn pain into art...
making beautiful poetry that comes straight from the heart.

It seems to me...that I can see
that flower had a plan
 
to lure you out into the street
as bait to bring a V8 van
 
which fetched that fortunate  
seed-laden flower ...up between two treads
 
transporting her to fairer fields
there her seeds to spread.
 
Sweet Al, that flower used you
to further her own ends...
 
she meant not to abuse you
and hopes you will forgive
 
her indiscretion...
surprising you that way
 
but time was of the essence
you know how Nature plays.

 
 
Is not all about money
Or societal social status
The body and looks of convention
 
She is faithful and loving
Committed and reliable
Forthright and truthful
 
Like, everyone, she can make errors
But realises her liabilities for her decisions
Admits them and frankly does not finger point
 
A Lady doesn't act out being a victim
Regardless of her predicament
Unless she is truly a victim
 
She strongly fights for her rights
Never bowing down
Always seeking righteous change
 
Stands up for herself
With principled fortitude
And even-handed scruples
 
A lady suffers not liars especially herself
Or toxic people in her circle
Yet does not start fights
 
A Lady
Doesn't simply push her own agenda
Pressuring others to do her bidding
 
She listens to others
Showing respectful concern
 
Not showing empathy
To the plight of others
Is deliberate cruelty being enacted
 
A Lady wants inclusivity
Never tries to establish power
Treating others like peasants
 
A Lady holds in high regard
Her fellow humans, male or female
Building them up not breaking them down
 
Never making up lies about anything
Attempting to assassinate someone's reputation
 
A Lady is
The sum of her intentions and actions
 
Who does not seek to destroy
By acting like a crazy chimpanzee
 
inspired by:

https://deepundergroundpoetry.com/poems/320541-a-gentleman/

is all it takes to capture                
  a negative entity                  
  invading your thought process                 
                 
Your future is built by such—                  
   you get what you think about                
 whether you want it or not                
                 
Within 17 seconds of focus            
  a matching vibration                  
                            will activate  
Within 68 seconds  
    gravitation initiates—  
manifestation begins    
             
Despite circumstance:                  
   spilt coffee or milk—                
seventeen seconds infuses it                
      ( should you choose )                
      with the frequency of Gratitude:                
                 
it'll be a lesson learned;    
   the Seventeen Second Rule;               
  but, most importantly—Freedom                  
     from its future classroom                 
~        
 

  
   
   
   
“தருமத்தின் வாழ்வதனைச் சூது கவ்வும்;    
தருமம்மறு படிவெல்லும்” எனுமியற்கை    
மருமத்தை நம்மாலே உலகங் கற்கும்    
வழிதேடி விதிஇந்தச் செய்கை செய்தான்.    
கருமத்தை மேன்மேலுங் காண்போம். இன்று    
கட்டுண்டோம், பொறுத்திருப்போம்; காலம் மாறும்    
. தருமத்தை அப்போது வெல்லக் காண்போம்.    
தனுஉண்டு காண்டீவம் அதன்பேர்' என்றான்.    
   
   
roughly I translate the unparalleled Bharathi:    
"the life and its length, this lifeline Dharma- Evil preys upon    
yet Dharma will again win in an eventual say"- this nature's    
mysterious way, let the universe learn from the quintessential us    
the pathways of such treaded victories are sought    
from ardent search that's destined    
more and more will we visualize the Karma, today    
we lucidily imbibed upon this..and shall we wait the wait    
there will be the inevitably changing time when we    
shall win over Dharma too...Have faith on the lighted    
hopes, the skillful bows within'  Arjuna said    
   
      
   
   
   
the varifold symbolisms does draw      
correlations to the timeless epic      
‘Mahabharatham’ … some classic      
verses from Bharathi’s version      
of it, “Paanchali Sabadam” [Draupadi’s Vow]    
feels quite apt to quote above..      
      
strikes chord in an immediacy      
of erupting consciousness,  their essences      
coincide with the singlemost~ the only      
Truth      
   
like the dark-knotted twisted hells      
mushrooming within      
for a suicidal Doom..to the still-spirited      
lighted channels in an inter-connectivity      
taking on the looming lethality      
whatever inner or alien      
whilst traversing electric as fine nervelet      
networks..in an ultimate formative      
mergence    
in the Mystical Mass, the Ocean of Oceans, the      
Sun of Suns, the Unknown of Unknowns      
   
now that the stage been handed over      
(rather snatched) in reigned supremacy      
to(by) a hypocritical mind, all it      
shamelessly dances [in disguise      
of a inarguably intellectual, a timed-comedic      
entertainer]  is to the tune of its own      
curses..the  endless      
saturnish stint- kanda sani & its many      
lobbying devils, in a stormy      
rock-n-roll as the choking audiences with    
and within  you..desperately      
give in to the generated toxic fumes      
   
its still the virtuous Satyayug prolonging      
in patience ..but you see,  it’s in bearance      
of a well-maligned      
yet ‘instantly reaped in karma’,  the      
Kaliyug mode…    
   
just have this slight awareness sparkle      
within…in your much possible revival      
from these eonic long      
deliberated ignorance, a self-suffocating      
erosion meted out towards a fateful      
blinding trance [as if given up      
in a call beyond thresholds, when      
in actuality, you never even had taken      
an efforted  pint towards      
your time & again inner calling]      
   
as you struggle for a rescue a      
salvation.. a paradise to be regained      
a liberation…all in the highly      
impossible waters in LD100 killing      
probabilities’ self-effluent stinks      
   
an asariri..a vedavaakku, the      
Oracle’s prophecy …there is neither      
a shortcut nor an un-necessitated      
long-winding route to reach      
your realized shining suns within      
… your chosen way hailed with holy-flaming      
comets as all your sin-goodness balance      
keep thunderously marring you down      
alongside million winking angelic starlet      
kisses on your feet      
   
…and as the clearing skies & sun      
open a hopeful dawn of a touched in      
heaven in possible dimensional realities    
what you do      
for the better or rather the best    
is the miraculous self-engineered reconstructs      
of starry-crosssectional dna-blooms      
of a super-consciousness    
eating away      
those rottenly shrunken to  disintegrative      
purely political fragments      
shedding out      
their corroded to biased to insecure      
to their fearfully fascist figments-    
  dying a dear death      
in dearth of any faintly ploying to solid plotted      
divisibility plans and plays staged upon      
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
 

        
          
rushes down tears          
to them. renewing tents          
when magmatas          
burst~flows          
to squeeze out          
releasing burdens        
         
them.  time's emptiness space          
holds Him in the dark        
its veil invisible          
opens everytime          
when to be in there          
where Her matter fuses          
to be 'one' fulfilling          
light of consciousness        
         
an acoustic (proof) asylum          
absorb-i-smothers          
                  
to mute effusive gushes          
and to host        
a smoothly successive pullvomit              
ousting          
knotty throat's stringball blocks          
to grind-garble them          
in a series of terrific vanish acts          
the flushouts          
disintegrate egoistic self-grounds        
burying in airs of realization          
         
once tinkling bronze tap handle        
lays now in lacklustrous patches          
the sticky~dusty lies in adherence          
shivers out          
in a functional silvery shower        
of an expressive screech, prolonging          
than its usual short dull repititives          
and a thin helical pleat          
threads in a doubly cleansing show        
disintegrates to dissolve dusts          
         
    multiple blurry eyes          
    float atop in gratitude        
    chin drink in its saltish          
    feeds, the holy revival        
    as it bows to His Love          
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
         
P.s. The title - காதலாகிக் கசிந்து-  and inspiration derived from 7th century CE Tamil literary verses from poet~shaiva saint Thirugnana Sambandhar's THEVAARAM          
         
"காதலாகிக் கசிந்து கண்ணீர் மல்கி        
Kaadhalaagi kasindhu kanneer malgi          
ஓதுவார் தம்மை நன்னெறிக்குய்ப்பது          
Oodhuvaar thammai nannerikku uyppadhu          
வேதம் நான்கிலும் மெய்ப் பொருளாவது        
Veedham naanginum meyporulaavadhu          
நாதன் நாமம் நமசிவாயவே        
Naathan naamam NAMASHIVAAYAvee"        
         
         
Translation:        
With deep love, budding tears pooling,          
whoever hails guiding them to the good          
discipline, the true substance of the four          
vEdhas (knowledge) the sound (for oneself)          
like Lord's name is namaHshivaaya        
         
          

Where has all the carbon gone
Long time spewing
Where has all the carbon gone
short term storage
Where have all the carbons gone
When humans burned the fossil fuels
When will they ever learn?
When will we ever learn?

Where have all the humans gone?
Long time passing
Where have all the humans gone?
Long time ago
Where have the humans gone?
Bought new cars every one
When will humans learn?
When will we ever learn?