«Having no facility for speech-making and no command of oratory nor any domination of rhetoric, I wish to thank the administrators of the generosity of Alfred Nobel for this Prize.
No writer who knows the great writers who did not receive the Prize can accept it other than with humility. There is no need to list these writers. Everyone here may make his own list according to his knowledge and his conscience.
It would be impossible for me to ask the Ambassador of my country to read a speech in which a writer said all of the things which are in his heart. Things may not be immediately discernible in what a man writes, and in this sometimes he is fortunate; but eventually they are quite clear and by these and the degree of alchemy that he possesses he will endure or be forgotten.
Writing, at its best, is a lonely life. Organizations for writers palliate the writer's loneliness but I doubt if they improve his writing. He grows in public stature as he sheds his loneliness and often his work deteriorates. For he does his work alone and if he is a good enough writer he must face eternity, or the lack of it, each day.
For a true writer each book should be a new beginning where he tries again for something that is beyond attainment. He should always try for something that has never been done or that others have tried and failed. Then sometimes, with great luck, he will succeed.
How simple the writing of literature would be if it were only necessary to write in another way what has been well written. It is because we have had such great writers in the past that a writer is driven far out past where he can go, out to where no one can help him.
I have spoken too long for a writer. A writer should write what he has to say and not speak it. Again I thank you.»
Source: Noble prize
Saturday, July 10, 2010
O himalaya, o himalaya
O himalaya, o himalaya
Come upon me,
upon my behest
show me:
love, joy,
fairies, butterfly
fairness, friendship,
art, wisdom
fiction and poetry
O himalaya, o himalaya
but show me not:
hatred, pain, sorrow, anger
frustration, sadness and despair
thou lives no long
share my betterside
for once and for all
O himalaya, o himalaya!
Come upon me,
upon my behest
show me:
love, joy,
fairies, butterfly
fairness, friendship,
art, wisdom
fiction and poetry
O himalaya, o himalaya
but show me not:
hatred, pain, sorrow, anger
frustration, sadness and despair
thou lives no long
share my betterside
for once and for all
O himalaya, o himalaya!
Friday, July 9, 2010
Octave Mirbeau
"You're obliged to pretend respect for people and institutions you think absurd. You live attached in a cowardly fashion to moral and social conventions you despise, condemn, and know lack all foundation. It is that permanent contradiction between your ideas and desires and all the dead formalities and vain pretenses of your civilization which makes you sad, troubled and unbalanced. In that intolerable conflict you lose all joy of life and all feeling of personality, because at every moment they suppress and restrain and check the free play of your powers. That's the poisoned and mortal wound of the civilized world."
- Octave Mirbeau
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
So much love
So much love
gives male elephant
to female elephant
or, one love bird to another
loverly bird.
So much love,
So much rememberance,
One love bird
to another love bird.
So much rememberance
gives a male sparrow to another
lady sparrow.
So much love,
So much rememberance,
So much painful love & rememberance
So,
When an male elepanat goes
far away from female elephant. He finds
another similar companion.
So,
When female sparrow goes
far away from male sparow, she finds
another similar companion.
So much love,
and so much rememberance.
Santosh Kalwar's Thirteenth Book, Entitled "Obscurity," is Published
Lappeenranta, Finland, July 07, 2010 --(PR.com)-- Lulu Press, Inc. is proud to present "Obscurity" by Santosh Kalwar from Lappeenranta, Finland.
In his new book, entitled, "Obscurity," a young Nepalese poet from Chitwan, Nepal has published collection of obscure poems.
Obscurity is a collection of thirty two meaningless poems. In some poems, author maintains an obscure tone. The simplicity of individual word may not be clearly understood. In some poems, author lacks clear formulation of idea due to inadequate conception. The first poem tells about departure of soul mate whereas the second poem is about spoken words of soulless mate. Poem 3 is about words and poem 4 about loneliness. Similarly, poems 5 and 6 speak about carelessness and obsceneness, while 7 and 8 describe about love and death. In short, all these poems may look as if they are the most mysterious poems ever written.
Obscurity is a collection of thirty two meaningless poems. In some poems, author maintains an obscure tone. The simplicity of individual word may not be clearly understood. In some poems, author lacks clear formulation of idea due to inadequate conception. The first poem tells about departure of soul mate whereas the second poem is about spoken words of soulless mate. Poem 3 is about words and poem 4 about loneliness. Similarly, poems 5 and 6 speak about carelessness and obsceneness, while 7 and 8 describe about love and death. In short, all these poems may look as if they are the most mysterious poems ever written.
Santosh Kalwar is an author of twelve published books entitled, "Nature God (2008), Human behavior on the Internet (2009), A Very First Book of Poems (2009), ...109 Quotes, 07 Poems, and a song of despair (2009)..., 20 Love Poems and Economy Crisis (2009), 25 Sexy Poems (2009), Yet another book of Poems (2009), Happening: Poems (2010), I Am Dead Man Alive (2010), You Can (2010), An Aphrodisiac (2010) and The Warrior (2010).
Santosh Kalwar is studying at Lappeenranta University of Technology, Lappeenranta, Finland. He loves reading and writing poetry. For further information about the writer, please visit his website at kalwar.com.np
ISBN 978-1-4461-3628-7
To place orders for the book, contact: Lulu Press, Inc.
URL: lulu.com/product/paperback/obscurity/11703864
Santosh Kalwar is studying at Lappeenranta University of Technology, Lappeenranta, Finland. He loves reading and writing poetry. For further information about the writer, please visit his website at kalwar.com.np
ISBN 978-1-4461-3628-7
To place orders for the book, contact: Lulu Press, Inc.
URL: lulu.com/product/paperback/obscurity/11703864
Saturday, July 3, 2010
a poet
A poet makes himself a visionary through a long, boundless, and systematized disorganization of all the senses. All forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he searches himself, he exhausts within himself all poisons, and preserves their quintessences. Unspeakable torment, where he will need the greatest faith, a superhuman strength, where he becomes all men: the great invalid, the great criminal, the great accursed—and the Supreme Scientist! For he attains the unknown! Because he has cultivated his soul, already rich, more than anyone! He attains the unknown, and, if demented, he finally loses the understanding of his visions, he will at least have seen them! So what if he is destroyed in his ecstatic flight through things unheard of, unnameable: other horrible workers will come; they will begin at the horizons where the first one has fallen!
-- Arthur Rimbaud
-- Arthur Rimbaud
Friday, July 2, 2010
IT in developing world
One article was invited and published by an Editor of Global South Development Magazine, a quarterly magazine published by Silver lining Creation ry. You may read the magazine for free. "Literate Yourself"
I don't know much to say about
how the development works
but I have much to say on
what we can do, to make
underdeveloped developed.
Anyway, thank you and Happy Summer !
I don't know much to say about
how the development works
but I have much to say on
what we can do, to make
underdeveloped developed.
Anyway, thank you and Happy Summer !
Monday, June 28, 2010
The Warrior decides
****
The Warrior decides
****
Yes
The warrior decides
not what other asks
him to do
but what he/she/it
wants/desires/perceives
The, God lives
in the Warrior
always
It is Warrior's
attitude/believes/behavior
which changes everything
Even the Warrior
encounters problem
he/she/it breathes deeply
and finally, decides...
and says, "I must go on..."
***
The Warrior decides
****
Yes
The warrior decides
not what other asks
him to do
but what he/she/it
wants/desires/perceives
The, God lives
in the Warrior
always
It is Warrior's
attitude/believes/behavior
which changes everything
Even the Warrior
encounters problem
he/she/it breathes deeply
and finally, decides...
and says, "I must go on..."
***
Friday, June 25, 2010
Few thoughts
- We are all prisoners of our thoughts.
- Most difficult things for us to do is not what other ask us to do but what we desire to do.
- An artist is free like a bird but even bird has limitations.
- Every body has limitations but an artist is not everybody.
- Most difficult things for us to do is not what other ask us to do but what we desire to do.
- An artist is free like a bird but even bird has limitations.
- Every body has limitations but an artist is not everybody.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Santosh Kalwar's Twelfth Book, Entitled "The Warrior," is Published
In his new book, entitled, "The Warrior," a young Nepalese poet from Chitwan, Nepal has published collection of twenty-five poems on war.
Lappeenranta, Finland, June 22, 2010 --(PR.com)-- Lulu Press, Inc. is proud to present "The Warrior" by Santosh Kalwar from Lappeenranta, Finland.
The Warrior is a collection of twenty-five delicate war poems. The book describes many aspects of warrior’s life. In some poems, author maintains an ironic tone. The simplicity of individual words may be elusive. In some poems author belittles the role of the poet. He has voiced his opinion about war by writing poem against war. The first poem tells about man’s intention to slaughter contemporary man, a feeling of anger and frustration. Poem 2 questions on warrior’s death. Poem 3 and poem 4, describes a death of warrior’s life. Similarly, poems 5 and 6 deals with types of war and selfless desire to live an ordinary warrior’s life, while 7 and 8 describes story of two warrior boys and urges for change. In short, these poems may be very simple but they may also appear to be most outstanding and poignant poems on war.
Santosh Kalwar is an author of eleven published books entitled, "Nature God (2008), Human behavior on the Internet (2009), A Very First Book of Poems (2009), ...109 Quotes, 07 Poems, and a song of despair (2009)..., 20 Love Poems and Economy Crisis (2009), 25 Sexy Poems (2009), Yet another book of Poems (2009), Happening: Poems (2010), I Am Dead Man Alive (2010), You Can (2010) and An Aphrodisiac (2010).
Santosh Kalwar is studying at Lappeenranta University of Technology, Lappeenranta, Finland. He loves reading and writing poetry. For further information about the writer, please visit his website at kalwar.com.np
ISBN 978-1-4457-9131-9
To place orders for the book, contact: Lulu Press, Inc.
URL: lulu.com/product/paperback/the-warrior/11394843
Lappeenranta, Finland, June 22, 2010 --(PR.com)-- Lulu Press, Inc. is proud to present "The Warrior" by Santosh Kalwar from Lappeenranta, Finland.
The Warrior is a collection of twenty-five delicate war poems. The book describes many aspects of warrior’s life. In some poems, author maintains an ironic tone. The simplicity of individual words may be elusive. In some poems author belittles the role of the poet. He has voiced his opinion about war by writing poem against war. The first poem tells about man’s intention to slaughter contemporary man, a feeling of anger and frustration. Poem 2 questions on warrior’s death. Poem 3 and poem 4, describes a death of warrior’s life. Similarly, poems 5 and 6 deals with types of war and selfless desire to live an ordinary warrior’s life, while 7 and 8 describes story of two warrior boys and urges for change. In short, these poems may be very simple but they may also appear to be most outstanding and poignant poems on war.
Santosh Kalwar is an author of eleven published books entitled, "Nature God (2008), Human behavior on the Internet (2009), A Very First Book of Poems (2009), ...109 Quotes, 07 Poems, and a song of despair (2009)..., 20 Love Poems and Economy Crisis (2009), 25 Sexy Poems (2009), Yet another book of Poems (2009), Happening: Poems (2010), I Am Dead Man Alive (2010), You Can (2010) and An Aphrodisiac (2010).
Santosh Kalwar is studying at Lappeenranta University of Technology, Lappeenranta, Finland. He loves reading and writing poetry. For further information about the writer, please visit his website at kalwar.com.np
ISBN 978-1-4457-9131-9
To place orders for the book, contact: Lulu Press, Inc.
URL: lulu.com/product/paperback/the-warrior/11394843
Monday, June 21, 2010
One Poem accepted by Hanging Moss Journal
Every new submission teaches you something, every now and then. Today, I learned that every editor has their own taste on poetry. The Goodnews is, one short poem, entitled, "A Journey" is accepted by Hanging Moss Journal.
So, the editor I am talking about is: Steve Meador
Steve is popular, National Book Award and Pulitzer- nominated poet his golden words impacts nearly every reader!
I always recommend reading poetry before writing poetry. Therefore, If you are interested, please do read Steve's work in his website and then submit.
Anyways, Thank you Hanging Moss Journal !
So, the editor I am talking about is: Steve Meador
Steve is popular, National Book Award and Pulitzer- nominated poet his golden words impacts nearly every reader!
I always recommend reading poetry before writing poetry. Therefore, If you are interested, please do read Steve's work in his website and then submit.
Anyways, Thank you Hanging Moss Journal !
Saturday, June 19, 2010
The Descent of Man by Charles Darwin
The main conclusion arrived at in this work, namely, that man is descended from some lowly-organized form, will, I regret to think, be highly distasteful to many persons. But there can hardly be a doubt that we are descended from barbarians. The astonishment which I felt on first seeing a party of Fuegians on a wild and broken shore will never be forgotten by me, for the reflection at once rushed into my mind - such were our ancestors. These men were absolutely naked and bedaubed with paint, their long hair was tangled, their mouths frothed in excitement, and their expression was wild, startled, and distrustful.
They possessed hardly any arts, and, like wild animals, lived on what they could catch; they had no government, and were merciless to everyone not of their own small tribe. He who has seen a savage in his native land will not feel much shame, if forced to acknowledge that the blood of some more humble creature flows in his veins. For my own part, I would as soon be descended from that heroic little monkey, who braved his dreaded enemy in order to save the life of his keeper; or from that old baboon who, descending from the mountains, carried away in triumph his young comrade from a crowd of astonished dogs-as from a savage who delights to torture his enemies, offers up bloody sacrifices, practices infanticide without remorse, treats his wives like slaves, knows no decency, and is haunted by the grossest superstitions.
Man may be excused for feeling some pride at having risen, though not through his own exertions, to the very summit of the organic scale; and the fact of his having thus risen, instead of having been aboriginally placed there, may give him hopes for a still higher destiny in the distant future.
But we are not here concerned with hopes or fears, only with the truth as far as our reason allows us to discover it. I have given the evidence to the best of my ability; and we must acknowledge, as it seems to me, that man with all his noble qualities, with sympathy which feels for the most debased, with benevolence which extends not only to other men but to the humblest 1 living creature, with his godlike intellect which has penetrated into the movements and constitution of the solar system-with all these exalted powers-Man still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.
Excerpt from book: Dragon of Eden by Carle Sagon, Page1-2
They possessed hardly any arts, and, like wild animals, lived on what they could catch; they had no government, and were merciless to everyone not of their own small tribe. He who has seen a savage in his native land will not feel much shame, if forced to acknowledge that the blood of some more humble creature flows in his veins. For my own part, I would as soon be descended from that heroic little monkey, who braved his dreaded enemy in order to save the life of his keeper; or from that old baboon who, descending from the mountains, carried away in triumph his young comrade from a crowd of astonished dogs-as from a savage who delights to torture his enemies, offers up bloody sacrifices, practices infanticide without remorse, treats his wives like slaves, knows no decency, and is haunted by the grossest superstitions.
Man may be excused for feeling some pride at having risen, though not through his own exertions, to the very summit of the organic scale; and the fact of his having thus risen, instead of having been aboriginally placed there, may give him hopes for a still higher destiny in the distant future.
But we are not here concerned with hopes or fears, only with the truth as far as our reason allows us to discover it. I have given the evidence to the best of my ability; and we must acknowledge, as it seems to me, that man with all his noble qualities, with sympathy which feels for the most debased, with benevolence which extends not only to other men but to the humblest 1 living creature, with his godlike intellect which has penetrated into the movements and constitution of the solar system-with all these exalted powers-Man still bears in his bodily frame the indelible stamp of his lowly origin.
Excerpt from book: Dragon of Eden by Carle Sagon, Page1-2
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
"I am your reflection"
"I am your reflection"
Where are you going? Everywhere
you go, you will only find me,
every streets you cross, you
will only worship me, every
time you will have any
thoughts, you will only think
about me. Do you want to know
who am I? You may think that
I am the GOD but I am not.
You may think that I am your follower
but I am not. You may think that
I am someone very close to you
but I am sorry, I am not.
Then, finally when you will not
recognize me, I will reveal
you who I am.
I am your reflection.
© 2010, Santosh Kalwar
Published: Mahmag
12/06/2010
Edited by: Dr. Mahnaz Badihian
About Publisher:
MahMag strives to open the borders between peoples of all cultures and languages through the proliferation of art and literature. We encourage both established and emerging writers and artists by providing a visible platform for international recognition of their creative contributions. MahMag is committed to the freedom of individuals to express their unique voices and perspectives and to be heard by a diverse audience.
Where are you going? Everywhere
you go, you will only find me,
every streets you cross, you
will only worship me, every
time you will have any
thoughts, you will only think
about me. Do you want to know
who am I? You may think that
I am the GOD but I am not.
You may think that I am your follower
but I am not. You may think that
I am someone very close to you
but I am sorry, I am not.
Then, finally when you will not
recognize me, I will reveal
you who I am.
I am your reflection.
© 2010, Santosh Kalwar
Published: Mahmag
12/06/2010
Edited by: Dr. Mahnaz Badihian
About Publisher:
MahMag strives to open the borders between peoples of all cultures and languages through the proliferation of art and literature. We encourage both established and emerging writers and artists by providing a visible platform for international recognition of their creative contributions. MahMag is committed to the freedom of individuals to express their unique voices and perspectives and to be heard by a diverse audience.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Very Happening
Everyday there is something happening all over the world. People are finding love and people are losing love. Somebody is betraying his best friend for women and somebody is depressed or frustrated over something.
Our political leaders are sitting in hotels making laws and policies for the country, aren’t they? There is crisis or conflict everywhere. The million dollar question is not what is happening, but why are these things happening? Every morning when I wake up and read sad and melancholic news, I feel that there is some kind of conspiracy going on around the world.
Some news and media are trustworthy and some are not. It is apparent that not all the news media are right and fully truthful. Some events and news are “made-up stories”. Some are not.
With the penetration of the Internet, the contents cannot be easily trusted. How can an ordinary man assume something to be truthful? It is a very complex world that we all live in now. It apparently appears that a life without conflict is no life.We all are born and we all have to die someday, but nobody is interested in such stories. If there is nothing happening and there are no interesting stories to read about they do not fascinate anyone, do they?
To live fully, we have to do something and while doing something these conflicts or crisis are aroused. There can be many types of crisis: inner crisis, outer crisis and other types of crisis. I am no conflict expert and I do not claim to be able to solve all the miseries that are happening in the world. My inner conflicts are more important to me than outer conflicts. The other day I met a friend who asked, “How to solve these conflicts?” “First of all it is important to solve the inner conflicts, then only can we solve outer conflicts”, I said.
I would rather assume there are three types of things happening in around the world. These are: creation, conflicts and destruction. Firstly, we are created by the creator and then there are conflicts and finally, the destroyer is responsible for the end.
It is similar to Hindu beliefs where Brahma is God of Creation, Vishnu is Lord of Love and Mahesh is responsible the destroyer. Somewhere in this blue planet, something just happened, as you read this “very happening article”. May God bless our souls!
Published: The Himalayan Times
Editorial Column: Topics, Page 08
Our political leaders are sitting in hotels making laws and policies for the country, aren’t they? There is crisis or conflict everywhere. The million dollar question is not what is happening, but why are these things happening? Every morning when I wake up and read sad and melancholic news, I feel that there is some kind of conspiracy going on around the world.
Some news and media are trustworthy and some are not. It is apparent that not all the news media are right and fully truthful. Some events and news are “made-up stories”. Some are not.
With the penetration of the Internet, the contents cannot be easily trusted. How can an ordinary man assume something to be truthful? It is a very complex world that we all live in now. It apparently appears that a life without conflict is no life.We all are born and we all have to die someday, but nobody is interested in such stories. If there is nothing happening and there are no interesting stories to read about they do not fascinate anyone, do they?
To live fully, we have to do something and while doing something these conflicts or crisis are aroused. There can be many types of crisis: inner crisis, outer crisis and other types of crisis. I am no conflict expert and I do not claim to be able to solve all the miseries that are happening in the world. My inner conflicts are more important to me than outer conflicts. The other day I met a friend who asked, “How to solve these conflicts?” “First of all it is important to solve the inner conflicts, then only can we solve outer conflicts”, I said.
I would rather assume there are three types of things happening in around the world. These are: creation, conflicts and destruction. Firstly, we are created by the creator and then there are conflicts and finally, the destroyer is responsible for the end.
It is similar to Hindu beliefs where Brahma is God of Creation, Vishnu is Lord of Love and Mahesh is responsible the destroyer. Somewhere in this blue planet, something just happened, as you read this “very happening article”. May God bless our souls!
Published: The Himalayan Times
Editorial Column: Topics, Page 08
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Football World cup
World cup has begun.
and millions will run
to watch, love, expect,
praise, bet, predict
…the winning team
Nobody can
predict
who will be the winner
what if there was
no winner
what if there was no game
are we controlled by media?
It seems that someone is
controlling us.
someone has found secret
to rule the crowd.
whatever …
world’s attention
is focused
now…
in watching
football/soccer/association football
Friday, June 11, 2010
One Poem accepted by Chiron Review
Well, well well... now it seems that I am going to get qualification for being a real "poet" ....officially. Early this morning, just woke up and checked e-mail, I found an acceptance letter from the Editor of Chiron Review for my work, entitled "In Chitwan", isn't that great news? Anyways, my excitment landed me to see what kind of journal is this... and I found following information, which might be useful for you too:
Chiron Review, a creative writing journal well known in the English academia arena, came to literary life in the Spring of 1982. Chiron Review has even been used as a teaching tool at Princeton and other colleges! Impressive, to say the least!
Michael Hathaway, editor/publisher, has presented readers with the widest possible range of contemporary creative writing—fiction and non-fiction, traditional and off-beat—in an attractive, professional tabloid format, including artwork and photographs of featured writers. About a quarter of each issue was devoted to news, views and reviews of interest to writers and the literary community.
Past contributors include Charles Bukowski, William Stafford, Marge Piercy, Gavin Dillard, Edward Field, Antler, Robert Peters, Joan Jobe Smith, Fred Voss, Janice Eidus, Felice Picano, Lyn Lifshin, Will Inman, Richard Kostelanetz, Lorri Jackson, Ruth Moon Kempher, Charles Webb and a host of others, well-known and new.
Visit the home page if you are interested to read and submit your work !
Chiron Review, a creative writing journal well known in the English academia arena, came to literary life in the Spring of 1982. Chiron Review has even been used as a teaching tool at Princeton and other colleges! Impressive, to say the least!
Michael Hathaway, editor/publisher, has presented readers with the widest possible range of contemporary creative writing—fiction and non-fiction, traditional and off-beat—in an attractive, professional tabloid format, including artwork and photographs of featured writers. About a quarter of each issue was devoted to news, views and reviews of interest to writers and the literary community.
Past contributors include Charles Bukowski, William Stafford, Marge Piercy, Gavin Dillard, Edward Field, Antler, Robert Peters, Joan Jobe Smith, Fred Voss, Janice Eidus, Felice Picano, Lyn Lifshin, Will Inman, Richard Kostelanetz, Lorri Jackson, Ruth Moon Kempher, Charles Webb and a host of others, well-known and new.
Visit the home page if you are interested to read and submit your work !
The Guest House by Rumi
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
Every morning a new arrival.
A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.
Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.
The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.
Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.
-- Jelaluddin Rumi, translation by Coleman Barks
The Wiseman
The Wiseman said, “
Expect
The
Unexpected”
The fool questioned, “
“Why?”
Both fights…
two twinkling stars
collide
up above so high
a young Finnish
women was expecting
her husband to be
wise/witty/loving/
caring/delightful/
In a lake
far across the northern
hemisphere
a curious child
was expecting
to get an acceptance
letter
from the university
which he applied
a lonesome man
was travelling
and journeying
across southern sky
Europe/America/Asia/
His dreams
Was to find
Love of his life
A boy looks over
Bright blue sky
The sky in a minute
Turned grey/black/
as if there was something
huge coming towards him.
Thou see with great expectation
arises:
desire/belief/faith/sacrifice/
but maybe
The Wiseman
Was absolutely right!
Expect
The
Unexpected”
The fool questioned, “
“Why?”
Both fights…
two twinkling stars
collide
up above so high
a young Finnish
women was expecting
her husband to be
wise/witty/loving/
caring/delightful/
In a lake
far across the northern
hemisphere
a curious child
was expecting
to get an acceptance
letter
from the university
which he applied
a lonesome man
was travelling
and journeying
across southern sky
Europe/America/Asia/
His dreams
Was to find
Love of his life
A boy looks over
Bright blue sky
The sky in a minute
Turned grey/black/
as if there was something
huge coming towards him.
Thou see with great expectation
arises:
desire/belief/faith/sacrifice/
but maybe
The Wiseman
Was absolutely right!
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Happenings
Love reaches everywhere,
so do the words and wisdom.
Yes, there are tragedies,
sorrow, pain, disaster,
and above all,
happenings…
without these
no man can survive;
without conflict
no one lives
on this planet earth
so, eventually
differences can be sorted out;
life can turn upside down
because all we have
is love to seek
and speak about.
Published: VIRGOGRAY PRESS.
Edited by: MICHAEL AARON CASARES
so do the words and wisdom.
Yes, there are tragedies,
sorrow, pain, disaster,
and above all,
happenings…
without these
no man can survive;
without conflict
no one lives
on this planet earth
so, eventually
differences can be sorted out;
life can turn upside down
because all we have
is love to seek
and speak about.
Published: VIRGOGRAY PRESS.
Edited by: MICHAEL AARON CASARES
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