Tuesday, August 31, 2021
The Massive Glory
Artificial love makes two ends meet! This line tells a lot of things about love and life. A nice way of expressing, Sir...-Setaluri Padmavathi
Saturday, August 28, 2021
Mythical Thoughts
I doubt you ever read my scribbles
but for some crazy reason, your words below
elucidate the inspiration for the feeble effort, I posted today:
'Love stings.
And fog covers, the aura
of falling leaves― green
yellow and red. I survive
the quake.
A tiff burns the fingers.
I will not hold the pen.
The blank paper shivers.
Who will write the
wet poem?'
(thank you! Guru)-L. B. Mek
but for some crazy reason, your words below
elucidate the inspiration for the feeble effort, I posted today:
'Love stings.
And fog covers, the aura
of falling leaves― green
yellow and red. I survive
the quake.
A tiff burns the fingers.
I will not hold the pen.
The blank paper shivers.
Who will write the
wet poem?'
(thank you! Guru)-L. B. Mek
Friday, August 27, 2021
Life Has Become A Constant
Wishes and emotions were expressed well...Good poem, Satish jee.-Padma
Wednesday, August 25, 2021
Avant-Garde
Very straightforward way of saying things will satisfy us sometimes. A good write.-Padma
Tuesday, August 24, 2021
Soldiers In Line
they're swimming in their shared tears of regret, dear Poet
one regretting it foolishness, in blind belief
the other, its foolish capitulation in the face
of all-things: Greed!
thank you, for sharing your profound wisdom: Guru-L. B. Mek
one regretting it foolishness, in blind belief
the other, its foolish capitulation in the face
of all-things: Greed!
thank you, for sharing your profound wisdom: Guru-L. B. Mek
Saturday, August 21, 2021
Parenthesis
Your slanted brown lives
always reflect a broken world, where
words wander to find the page of heart.
These lines are the main points that make someone realize what love really is. A lovely verse, Satish jee.-Padma
always reflect a broken world, where
words wander to find the page of heart.
These lines are the main points that make someone realize what love really is. A lovely verse, Satish jee.-Padma
Friday, August 20, 2021
What A Cut
satishverma,
Ready to be free…
Ready to be me…
Ready to be thee.-Laura
what a worthy dedication
to one of my all-time favourite poets,
I read and learn, Guru
thank you!-L. B. Mek
Ready to be free…
Ready to be me…
Ready to be thee.-Laura
what a worthy dedication
to one of my all-time favourite poets,
I read and learn, Guru
thank you!-L. B. Mek
Thursday, August 19, 2021
Is it Togetherness?
Nobody can have the freedom to create love or emotions for others. Absence is common when thoughts are deviating. A good one, Sir!-Padma
Wednesday, August 18, 2021
A Cup of Hemlock
imagine, what we could achieve
if we utilised half the energy we wasted
hating and belittling, those we oppose
for simply having a different perspective
that literally, has no impact on our own lives?
How absurd, when you realise
barely 10 to 20 percent of Earth is inhabited
and we're all head down busily, elbowing a path
through societies 'narrow minded' settlements...
modernity's narrow minded self observed, ignorance
cultivating
another generation of mind warped, submissive sheep's...-L. B. Mek
if we utilised half the energy we wasted
hating and belittling, those we oppose
for simply having a different perspective
that literally, has no impact on our own lives?
How absurd, when you realise
barely 10 to 20 percent of Earth is inhabited
and we're all head down busily, elbowing a path
through societies 'narrow minded' settlements...
modernity's narrow minded self observed, ignorance
cultivating
another generation of mind warped, submissive sheep's...-L. B. Mek
Tuesday, August 17, 2021
Why This Madness
Life continues either it is darkness or a bright day, Satish jee. A lovely verse.-Padma
My Baby Steps
A thought-provoking poem, Satish jee.
My love was beyond the
pain of stones submerged in the
salt lake. Nightmares visit the eyes at night.
I loved these lines which reveal much pain. Good expression.-Padma
My love was beyond the
pain of stones submerged in the
salt lake. Nightmares visit the eyes at night.
I loved these lines which reveal much pain. Good expression.-Padma
Sunday, August 15, 2021
When Dew Weeps
'The moon was sleeveless.
It drops a hint.
You cannot blame the tree.'
we blame roots
we blame nature
we blame choices
till, we realise for our maths to work
there must first
be a value to existence, for us to lament
otherwise, we're just wasting time
multiplying null by sans
whilst dreaming, of moonwalking our regrets..
(as insightful, as ever
thank you, Guru)-L. B. Mek
You discribed death as beautiful Satish?. Strange. But still enjoyed reading your poem.- Alan Brown, UK
It drops a hint.
You cannot blame the tree.'
we blame roots
we blame nature
we blame choices
till, we realise for our maths to work
there must first
be a value to existence, for us to lament
otherwise, we're just wasting time
multiplying null by sans
whilst dreaming, of moonwalking our regrets..
(as insightful, as ever
thank you, Guru)-L. B. Mek
Friday, August 13, 2021
The Serene
The images of nature are well painted by your hands in words. Thank you for sharing your wonderous poem.-Carlos L Estrada
Thursday, August 12, 2021
The Last Battle
The pain of someone's heart due to the absence of a loved one is beautifully depicted, Satish jee.-Padma
Tuesday, August 10, 2021
Golden Birds Are Falling
'The silver barge cannot stand
in the cyclone-unheard..Collect the
handsome corpses of them who wanted to live.'
wonderfully impactive, finale
such a sobering read
thank you, Guru-L. B. Mek
in the cyclone-unheard..Collect the
handsome corpses of them who wanted to live.'
wonderfully impactive, finale
such a sobering read
thank you, Guru-L. B. Mek
Were You A Maneater?
Enjoyed your poem Satish. Thank you. Alan Brown, UK
Unreturning
This reminds me of someone who has lost a loved one and they still have conversations with that person; where they once sat.-Poetic Beauty
Sunday, August 8, 2021
Return Of Light
Words can do harm and they can do good. The description in this poem are done very creatively.-Poetic Beauty
Walk A While
Your eyes play with flying
sparks from the fireworks of the lips.
This is the best line of all which gives a deep meaning, Satish jee. A good poem, indeed!-Padma
sparks from the fireworks of the lips.
This is the best line of all which gives a deep meaning, Satish jee. A good poem, indeed!-Padma
Saturday, August 7, 2021
How to say salaam?
from Muse, by Anna Akhmatova
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,
When compared with the gentle piper's tread?
And she came in, threw out the mantle's edges,
Declined to me with a sincere heed.
I say to her, "Did you dictate the Pages
Of Hell to Dante?"
(and so, I too ask you: Guru
Do you dictate, your Visionary pages
akin to Grecian Oracle: truth's...?)-L. B. Mek
Very well written enjoyed it very much. Thank you. Alan Brown, UK
What just means liberty, or youth, or approbation,
When compared with the gentle piper's tread?
And she came in, threw out the mantle's edges,
Declined to me with a sincere heed.
I say to her, "Did you dictate the Pages
Of Hell to Dante?"
(and so, I too ask you: Guru
Do you dictate, your Visionary pages
akin to Grecian Oracle: truth's...?)-L. B. Mek
Very well written enjoyed it very much. Thank you. Alan Brown, UK
No Prophet Speaks
Incredible! I valued your expression and way of revealing truth. A tender unique way to say much more with less. To notice the disharmony while maintaining heart wholeness. Not with anger. You powerfully send a clear message with your words. Also instilling even more power from your uncorrupted standpoint within your being.-Danielle
Wednesday, August 4, 2021
Lifting The Dead
Too cruel to be born again.
Life challenges the rising pain.
These lines tell me how painful and challenging life is! An insightful poem, Satish jee.-Padma
Life challenges the rising pain.
These lines tell me how painful and challenging life is! An insightful poem, Satish jee.-Padma
Tuesday, August 3, 2021
A Bone Quits
Amen!
you're digging the Ruins
of cloud-bricked Empire, now
the mere sands of our shoreline, afterthought's
you're searching for ideological Deity's
imbued, with Morality's wafer-thin bedrocks
now belittled, to a mere fragment
of our despairingly cyclical: dreamless reality..
'antiquities: to be, or not - to be...'
warped
in-to modernity's:
to believe, or
nihilistically: yearn-for - endlessly...!'
(profoundly insightful
as-ever: Guru
thank you)-L. B. Mek
you're digging the Ruins
of cloud-bricked Empire, now
the mere sands of our shoreline, afterthought's
you're searching for ideological Deity's
imbued, with Morality's wafer-thin bedrocks
now belittled, to a mere fragment
of our despairingly cyclical: dreamless reality..
'antiquities: to be, or not - to be...'
warped
in-to modernity's:
to believe, or
nihilistically: yearn-for - endlessly...!'
(profoundly insightful
as-ever: Guru
thank you)-L. B. Mek
Email from Padmavathi, Museindia.com
Commendations!
I'm delighted to congratulate you and announce that you're the winner in Editor's Pick - July 2021. I always feel happy and curious to read your evocative writings. I wish you all the very best in your endeavours that would make you successful.
Best Wishes and Regards
Padmavathi, Editor, Your Space, Muse India.
I'm delighted to congratulate you and announce that you're the winner in Editor's Pick - July 2021. I always feel happy and curious to read your evocative writings. I wish you all the very best in your endeavours that would make you successful.
Best Wishes and Regards
Padmavathi, Editor, Your Space, Muse India.
Monday, August 2, 2021
Living In A Cave
A good poem that depicts the truth, bitter feelings, and the ultimate meaning of life, Satish jee.-
Padma
Padma
Euphoria
Hi Satish, I found this very interesting and have read it a few times to feel your poem. Good work.-carol wiseman
Sunday, August 1, 2021
Tormenting Dreams
'The collected suicide
of the nightingales have given the worry.'
'my poems are
working crossing the pains.'
'The tulips have started
talking. Why the blood spots are appearing?'
'Humankind is becoming
rare.'
(sheer Brilliance, as ever: Guru
please forgive my rude rearranging
of your masterly lines)-L. B. Mek
of the nightingales have given the worry.'
'my poems are
working crossing the pains.'
'The tulips have started
talking. Why the blood spots are appearing?'
'Humankind is becoming
rare.'
(sheer Brilliance, as ever: Guru
please forgive my rude rearranging
of your masterly lines)-L. B. Mek
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