MY POEM

EVENING LIFE

The golden rays or shine
from evening Sun
caressing the lake-side Autumn leaves
tell me so much of ---
the time-framed limits of life !

Th FalL
in yellow , grey or ccrimson robes
surrender , resign or renunciate
to ushering winter call !

Yet
I had so much to tell
or to talk about our time or love
while the fading evening sky
signals the dropping of curtain now
with a departing kiss
on lake-side drapes of coloured leaves ! ,
(October 15th, 2001 , U.S..A )

MUTE PATHOS :
(10/25/o1 ; in U.S.A )

The empty bench
on the wintry park
with darekening eve
like in greek pathos
suffereing alone
embracing void
with eager arms
and looking beyond
to vacant space !

Some volatile thoughts
enclosed in spiky rails
or lost memories
or time crucified - and
mummies of reminiscence !

yet some children play
or lovers walk the way
maybe the empty bench
can yet recall
some forgotten foot-steps
of by-gone days !

PSYCHIC MOON OR TRANCE ? !

( An experience 0n 10/26/01 . while in U.S.A)

The cerulean space
on washed clean sky
the dazzling Autumn moon
like a gittering gem !

Is it beyond
our Solar space
or within me ;- or
is it a dream
or a trance !
But who is sure -
and, - I am not !

That moon is outside
or -- within me ?
Is it virtual
or mere mirrage !
Or the psychic moon ,
-within me
in my trance ! ?

REVELATION : -I
(After Bible )

Seven churches of Asia
first born from the dead
seven Golden Lamp-stand
with luminous head

And he who has an ear
well ! - now, .let him hear:
One who overcomes
--won't be - hurt
by his second death
if soul is in the heart.

Each one will be repaid
according to his deed
And those who think , -they're alive
are . really, dead instead.
(Trans pi rated into verse on 10/06/01)

STRAY THOUGHTS

In creative thought process, words sometimes seem to be so incomplete or defective in constructive process. Word are always or mostly built up on Mental level by intellectual participation depending on Individual capacity.
Only chosen people with highest intellectual capacity or men of Genius -level usualy coin their right words, naturally, in expressing their thoughts.
At poetic level ,most often , it is found that no words are good enough to hold or carry the real feeling or meaning that a poet has experienced or is stil bearing up within his soul. As such, real poets feel , often, so much defeated in their feeling of recording what he wanted to say in the end in their expresive thought-process!.

MY RELIGION

To me, Reigion is the way a conscious person with evolving awareness practises what he believes and lives and reacts to social environments around him with out harming anyones living conditions or faith for sefih gain..
Reigion , to me, is not a mere socio-political Identity or an external event on a 'declaration form'. It is an inner poise of our faith and behaviour, in harmanony with Unitary sense of Existense and living.

SCIENCE VS RELIGION

To me religion can be as much scientific with rationaistic approach, as science can be as much like religious faith to a a man who believes in it and adapts it with total devotion. Divisional out-look can harm Science equally as much as sectarian outlook can harm religion.
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As I have not yet come across any german eectricity or chinese carbondi-oxide or American photon but they have the singular identity of Global acceptance, the same way and to me there is no different Arabic allaah or British God or Indian Ishwara unless they are the same Single identity of variable linguistic notations.
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As Einstein told ( Out of my Later years) that 'Science can only tell us about What is but not what should be ', -- objective varification on perceptual and intellectual Field may be Science but 'there are more things in heaven and earth' and there may be more 'something' beyond 'Plank's unit' wich is not even an objective proof but a mathematical Concept.
If Dirac's 'Nothingness' is also science, then why 'something' beyond nothingnes can not be 'religion' too !

MY POEM

The word is not all
neither too little for conscious play.
The way a seed becomes the - root
and brances crawl and climb the sky
to become- the flowering bud -like you
and frangrace float - our conscous form .

(my poem - ----- composed on the page -now )