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Road to Success -A Perspective

The world is stretched out like a never ending diorama
A circular work of art, with no end, no beginning, vista

Every illustration, every etching, every blade, a master stroke
The vast skies sporting full wardrobe of myriad colors one can invoke

Deep blue in the morning, lighter shades in the noon
A smattering of milky clouds with a golden sun to festoon

Murky inky shades in the night studded with starry twinkles
On it, a silvery moon holding court, with a smile and a wrinkle

Sunrise and sunset wear awesome streaks of red, orange and grays
One’s head bows in wonderment at the sky’s such beauty displays

Inclement weather patterns cause havoc and the skies get purple sultry
Exhibiting anger by bolts of white lightening, and roaring claps of black fury

Sometimes, in a show of mighty force, the skies display black tornado funnels
And powerful whirlwinds that cause mayhem n havoc gulping all in its tunnels

The majestic seas are no less serene and beautiful and throbbing n pulsating
With ebb tides and high tides and squalls and hurricanes waxing and abating

The deep oceans are defined by the horizon betwixt skies n stretching sands
Their fathomless depths with rich sea life, allowing sea crafts to ply on it, off land

Nature at its best reinforces the awesome power of the Ultimate master artist
And our road to success in all its colorful glory can be achieved only at His Behest

 Look deep into nature, and then you will understand everything better.
Albert Einstein

Forget not that the earth delights to feel your bare feet and the winds long to play with your hair.
Kahlil Gibran

Wonderful Eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Innocent eyes
Knowing eyes
Beckoning eyes
Naughty eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Laughing eyes
Weeping eyes
Scolding eyes
Praising eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Conniving eyes
Jealous eyes
Deceiving eyes
Lying eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

shameful eyes
shameless eyes
seething eyes
sheepish eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Accusing eyes
Spurning eyes
Withering eyes
Scornful eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Mesmerised eyes
Rapt eyes
Adoring eyes
Closed eyes

Eyes expressive eyes
Impressionable eyes
Full of wonder eyes

Cunning eyes
Cuttng eyes
Cruel eyes
Benign eyes

 

Please God give me those eyes
 that are full of love, kindness
and can peer into the soul

 

  I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
Sylvia Plath
1932-1963, American Poet

There is no danger of developing eyestrain from looking on the bright side of things.
Source Unknown

The beauty that addresses itself to the eyes is only the spell of the moment; the eye of the body is not always that of the soul
George Sand
1804-1876, French Novelist

Its marvelous what you can see when you open your eyes.
Source Unknown

True friends are the ones who see the pain in your eyes, when everybody else is fooled by your smile
Kimmy Robbins
14 years old

 

Parenting

Hello…..
I am the acorn that you both eagerly planted 
I sprouted n peopled a world that you two wanted

You nurtured me in your unique style, giving things
And a conducive environment to spread my wings

Bored with lying horizontal and then to sliding on belly
I suddenly turned over to explore life on my fours blithely

You were very protective and made home safe with skill
Child proofing is okay but mama that took away my thrill

My view had much improved on seeing things on all four
Instead of looking only at the ceiling being unable to tour

Enjoying the world at the height of one half foot is quite okay
Mama, but when I stood up, my excitement doubled, I got to say

Now I run around on stubby legs and get into all kinds of scrapes
It vexes you, mama, but experiencing life firsthand, cannot be aped

Toddler days will be fine, kindergarten through high school
Will be a breeze, college will be a challenge but mama, am no fool

Just give me room to spread my branches in non claustrophobic air
Guiding me is okay but let me decide my own life as that is only fair

Set good examples at home first, to convince me of what is right from wrong
Double signals confuse me mama, as that will only make me headstrong

You have provided all that you had in your nature and you nurtured
Me to the best of your ability, giving me an environment that mattered

I have matured into a mighty oak, a force to be reckoned getting daily wise
Mama, this came to be because you did not stunt my growth with undue advice

I was your blessing and a gift from the benevolent god
It’s my turn to make you both happy n proud, AND this will be my jihad!!!

 

“An atmosphere of trust, love, and humor can nourish extraordinary human capacity. One key is authenticity: parents acting as people, not as roles.”
Marilyn Ferguson (0 - ____) 0 0
“In “”Words of Women Quotations for Success,”" by Power Dynamics Publishing, 1997

There is an education of the mind
Which all require and parents only start.
But there is training of a nobler kind
And that’s the education of the heart.
Lessons that are most difficult to give
Are Faith and Courage and the way to live
Edgar A. Guest (1881 - 1959) US “poet, journalist”
“In “”Inspiring Quotations,”" by Albert W. Wells, Jr., 1988.”

From your parents you learn love and laughter and how to put one foot before the other. But when books are opened you discover you have wings.
Helen Hayes (1900 - 1993) US actress
“”"On Reflection

“Children begin by loving their parents. After a time they judge them. Rarely, if ever, do they forgive them.”
Oscar Wilde (1856 - 1900) Anglo-Irish “playwright, novelist”
“Lord Illingworth, in “”A Woman of No Importance,”" act 2.”

Lifestyles and sex roles are passed from parents to children as inexorably as blue eyes or small feet.
Letty Cottin Pogrebin (0 - ____) US “writer, editor, columnist” “The debt of gratitude we owe our mother and father goes forward, not backward. What we owe our parents is the bill presented to us by our children.”
Nancy Friday (1937 - ____) US writer
“My Mother/ My Self, 1977

I Am A Cannibal

I am A Cannibal
In life I have found the proverbial Horn of Plenty to nibble
A mixed bag of creative voices that are both equisite and banal
I relish ones giving me a high, reprieving others that I do not gobble
I am a cannibal

I am a vampire
I need to suck that blood which brings red tears out of the eyes
my creative juices thrive on those blood cells that are not banzais
I need full blooded wines,not stunted platelets to fight ignorance
I am a vampire

I am a ghostbuster
ethereal  mumbo jumbo leaves me cold
For I am a ghostbuster born to be bold and I have
A bagful of myth-busting stories that need to be told
I am a ghostbuster

 I am an amputee
Have chopped off that societal arm that allows rape and then
sweeps it under the rug, have also chopped
off another which preys upon innocent  children, then looks smug
I have amutated all those ’cos these societal parts are  humbug
I am an amputee

I am an iconoclast
animal/human sacrifices offered in name of religion leave me cold
god is in us,around us, why accept a society where this is condoned
Pull up your bootstraps,so that chains of useless mores can be disowned
I am an iconoclast

I am a Poet
I write from the heart
I use brain to jumpstart this heart
I love all and see beauty everywhere in this worldly mart
I am a Poet

 

Poetry, even when apparently most fantastic, is always a revolt
 against artifice, a revolt, in a sense, against actuality.
James Joyce
1882-1941, Irish Author

Poetry is the record of the best and happiest moments of the happiest and best minds.
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822, British Poet

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It’s that time of night,
 lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private
 world public, that’s what the poet does.
Allen Ginsberg
1926-, American Poet

The Thinker And Supreme Love

the thinker in me sits thinking
about supreme love and all its

ramifications in all its shades and
amongst all these cogitations

I come to understand that love
is a many splendoured thing

when you have true love
the world is your oyster

now the thinker in me says
which love is supreme define it

Taj Mahal is symbol of shah Jehan’s
great love for his queen  mumtaz

Is this kind of love supreme love
the thinker in me hesitates

The love shared by Romeo and Juliet
was that love greater than Shah Jehan’s?

The thinker in me says yes because
both gave up their lives for one another

Yet is this supreme love
the mother of all loves?

The thinker in me still dithers
then which love is supreme?

The love of god in all his glory where
 you become one in his devotion

Is that the most supreme love
still the thinker in me digs his feet in

I push it, nudge it forward, yet it vacillates
dig deeper and you’ll find what supreme love is

Does the soldier’s love for his country and his
supreme sacrifice belong on top of love pyramid

The thinker in me queries again n again
but somehow something is still missing

Again the thinker urges me to dive once more
and come up with the priceless nugget of all

Then I realize, to me the love of a mother
for her child is the most supreme love

A mother’s love is most selfless love and
 she can reachout from here and beyond
(I remembered the story of a son who kills his mother and removes her heart at the behest of his girl friend and when he is running with it, he falls down and the mother’s heart says, are you hurt son!!!- this story touched my heart the most- maybe God resides in all moms)

The greater love is a mother’s; then comes a dog’s; then a sweetheart’s.
Polish Proverb

 But the mother’s yearning, that completest type of the life in another life
which is the essence of real human love, feels the presence of the cherished
 child even in the debased, degraded man.
George Eliot
1819-1880, British Novelist

The Unlikely Likeable Pair

(A tigress took an orphan piglet under her wing) 

Yes, We are Cute

I know, our unusual sight has made you mute
But you have to agree we are really very cute!!!

It is sad but true that the time of my birth marked my pig mom’s death,
I was plucked and laid by my present mom’s side to give me life’s breath

My godmother is one proud mom having birthed a healthy litter
And one more nursling at her breast has not made her bitter

Her fierce and royal looks were a sight to behold and at first all were aghast
When I was first laid at her side, to rear, give a safe haven and a milky repast

My lowly origin meant nothing to my foster mom as her heart was very large
She took me in her fold readily, calmly keeping an eye on me, her new charge

Now slowly a miracle has taken place and even though she is of a different ilk
We are bound tight forever by virtue of her nursing me and sharing her milk

We may appear mismatched and people may look at us as oddities
But now a strange osmosis has occurred in both of our disparate bodies

My once fierce momma has now become a bit mellow, nursing lowly me
And I have grown fierce and strong contrary to my nature, drinking her royal milk

We now love another very much and are constantly together
Our appearances are deceptive yet it is only our spirits that matter 

 
A coincidence is a small miracle in which God chooses to remain anonymous.

Source Unknown

Our destiny changes with our thought; we shall become what we wish to become, do what we wish to do, when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.

Orison Swett Marden
1850-1924, American Author, Founder of Success Magazine

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