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Thank you all!: Crazy, Ramky, TOS and Suvai for your commments and reactions. :ty:


I guess i was in an existential mood when writing the last one :D
I wonder if you think the beginning drags too much, inhibiting the flow of the rest of the poem? :confused2:

The "inability" poem i wrote when i was truly wallowing in the misery of illness....i was like oh, great.... i'm going to end up all weak, morbid and freaky liked Edgar Allan Poe :x I have asthma and so anything i get even a slight cold i'm like a bloody weakling... :( anyways i hope i conveyed my feelings as closely as i could get them.

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Originally Posted by Querida

i just found
that im living again
whatever consent
i had given
must have been unconscious
because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is

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wow .. how come it comes so naturally to you

WOWOWOWOWOOW .. querida!!!

the last line is "and is" ??

Hey Chevy! :D Thank you for your comments!

nope it's "an is"
-like a present existence or time....so that you cannot exist if there is no place in space or time for you to exist in. (i of course am not arguing this im just expressing)

...it also has to do with the simplest sense of Sartre's existentialism (i'm probably dishonouring the genius of this theory by stating wiki, but i liked this summation of one facet of the philosophy:

"Existence precedes essence: This is a reversal of the Aristotlean premise that essence precedes existence, where man is created to fulfil some telos and life consists of fulfilling that goal. Unlike tools that are created to fulfill a purpose (e.g. a pair of scissors is created for the express purpose of cutting things), Sartrean existentialism argues man exists without purpose, finds himself in the world and defines the meaning of his existence. "

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Existentialism

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Originally Posted by Querida

i just found
that im living again
whatever consent
i had given
must have been unconscious
because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is

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:thumbsup: :redjump:
simple and nice Queri cheri! :D :D

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i just found
that im living again
whatever consent
i had given
must have been unconscious
because here i dwell among the circular livings again
i never existed until
i realized i could
i should have sensed
this could not be
unless there was
an is

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nicely written Queri :clap: I remember Kamal hassan once modifiying Rene descartes' quote by saying that "I Exist, therefore I am" ( I dunno who said it first :mrgreen: ). I even remember the lead character from Ayn Rand's Atlas shrugged describing existentialism in his 2 hour (:shock:) long sermon!!!!

P.S: How do you define the word "circular livings" queri? just curious :D

NM! What a sweet surprise! Thank you for your sweet reply!

Thamizh! Always honoured with your posts and questions i am only too happy to explain (actually i think i like to explain this stuff at times :) )


"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :P

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Originally Posted by Querida

NM! What a sweet surprise! Thank you for your sweet reply!

Thamizh! Always honoured with your posts and questions i am only too happy to explain (actually i think i like to explain this stuff at times :) )


"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :P

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very nice!

Queri : :D :D not long to go now...... :D :D

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Originally Posted by Querida

"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :P

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Wowwwwwwwwwww :clap: :notworthy:

Oh my! you gals really do spoil me rotten!
That was an explanation!

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Queri : not long to go now......

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:omg: I know!!!! :D :D :D

Thamizvaanan that was a super question & Queri....your explanation was very interesting yet very simple & meaningful....thank u.............regards...suvai :clap:

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Originally Posted by Querida

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"circular living beings" are those who have yet to leave the reincarnation cycle...the ones who haven't gained nirvana and still have not realised maya...it's almost by realizing that one exists, that you become again apart of the mortal world...or so i tried to convey :D (not that i believe in one fixed system i think that's why i can mesh the stuff all in one) :P

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Querida : First poet and now i see ur a spiritualist too :D. "Circular living beings" - nice synonym for us ordinary mortals going around in circles, not able to come out of the cycle of birth & death :thumbsup:. As long as one is conscious of this existence all the time, the pull of the mortal world prevents a person from unshackling the meshes of maya :).

:omg: kelvi kettadharkku paaratta? :D nandri :notworthy: :fishgrin:

Queri.. I thought maya and existentialism are opposite philosophies :roll: While maya denounces sensory experiences as an illusion, in existentialism, things are merely what they are. Well.... I am not well-versed in philosophy, but this is what I understand :oops: May be the contradiction that you have brought in is intentional :roll:

Dear Suvai and Ramky, well what can i say to these comments? i don't know if thank yous are enough! :D :D Thamizh yes indeed good questions deserve praise :thumbsup:

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Originally Posted by thamizhvaanan

:omg: kelvi kettadharkku paaratta? :D nandri :notworthy: :fishgrin:

Queri.. I thought maya and existentialism are opposite philosophies :roll: While maya denounces sensory experiences as an illusion, in existentialism, things are merely what they are. Well.... I am not well-versed in philosophy, but this is what I understand :oops: May be the contradiction that you have brought in is intentional :roll:

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If you read my earlier posts Thamizh, concerning this poem I say that i am trying to mesh the broadest sense of these philosophies, and that i am not arguing but expressing my feelings of them so does it really matter if they contradict? They help convey what those particular words mean, and also aid in the larger theme of the poem, (or so i think you are welcome to disagree) :D . In other words if you exist does it matter whether it's contradictory? Isn't the whole poem about being in a state of non-existance coming into real resistance through realization? So is realization a mortal feeling or a feeling that leads us out of existence (such as enlightenment?) Again these ideas are complex and yet they can be expressed poignantly in a few lines...that is my goal :D

Queri... I get the point :thumbsup: and I think you've acheived ur goal :D

well Thamizh if this was a poem from a deceased author they would be honoured by such a minute analysis :thumbsup: ...but since i haven't kicked the bucket yet i can say i appreciate it and what i think it means when i wrote it :D


to ravage a savage
give him disease
give him slavery
give him fear
give him forced belief
give him word, cut out his tongues
give him script, remove his signs
give him history, deem his an uncivilized mystery
give him tools, to reap for you what he sows
what of morality what of equality
what of love what of truth
give him this
no longer be mere man.

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Originally Posted by Querida

well Thamizh if this was a poem from a deceased author they would be honoured by such a minute analysis :thumbsup: ...but since i haven't kicked the bucket yet i can say i appreciate it and what i think it means when i wrote it :D


to ravage a savage
give him disease
give him slavery
give him fear
give him forced belief
give him word, cut out his tongues
give him script, remove his signs
give him history, deem his an uncivilized mystery
give him tools, to reap for you what he sows
what of morality what of equality
what of love what of truth
give him this
no longer be mere man.

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Very nice one Querida. I think your poem represents the Old Testament culture. :cry:

:D thanx Sundararaj i was answering a question in my geo exam prep when this occured to me...

CONGRATULATIONS QUERIDA - YOUR THREAD CROSSED 10K VIEWS :D

Querida : "to ravage a man" :clap:. and Congrats for 10k views :D

wow really? haha you guys are too sweet! I know for a fact those numbers adding up to 10k was mostly me postng, editing and altering my poems numerous times and copying them to my files so I don't lose them...yet I'm very touched to know that this number also includes the thoughtful hubbers and their wonderful consideration... :notworthy:

congrats :clap:

MILESTONES

when I look back,
A row of
Milestones keeep
Reminding me
That I have
Never ending roads
Ahead of me
To walk
On a never ending
Journey.

Nichiro

nichiro :clap: well written

Nichiro!

What a sweet surprise! :D ...for all your truthful heart wrenching poems I am glad that I am honoured with such a inspirational poem :notworthy:

Querida,

I have been a silent reader of your's and PP madama's postings here.
Some of the pieces are so wonderful and some are very enigmatic.
But I always love reading poetry in any form.
I am sorry if my poetry is heart wrenching. I cannot think of anything other than truth. And the truth is always like a new shoe. It keeps on pinching .

Keep up the flow.

Nichiro

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I am sorry if my poetry is heart wrenching. I cannot think of anything other than truth. And the truth is always like a new shoe. It keeps on pinching .

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You keep on surprising Nichiro... :D
But in your silence i knew not the truth you could tell
i am glad you again want to tell us....
Sorries need not come from a writer of truth
if the truth is bitter it is not any less true

*This little poem I dedicate to my sweetheart friend NM and her precious bundle of joy*

"A Moment of Hers"

what a precious moment,
when she knows it's you...

your hush surpasses,
all her other soothers.

your touch blossoms comfort,
beyond all pacifiers.

your voice answers,
the mystery of her delight.

your arms hold her secure,
her only cherished cradle.

you hold her with all your heart,
yet she can hold you by mere glance...

you hold her because you can only hold,
but she knows your hold,
will be an ever lasting,
blessed tie.

you kiss her with hope,
and wishes for happiness,
yet she breathes these two,
into her tender new life...

because she knows,
she was born
to be always
loved by you.

If ever I had
A chance to choose
Between God
And Mother,
I will choose Mother.



Warm poem my dear friend.

Que and Nichro

too good poems..... i suck at understanding poetry :ashamed: but still ur poems r awesome :thumbsup: i made meaning out of ur lines and dey were :2thumbsup:

Glad news! Congrats to NM on the arrival of the bundle of joy!

Good one Querida. Congratulations. :D

congrats NM akka
Q lovely poem :)

maya
a little girl who plays with a garland of glass
in her hand they are mere baubles
dull and jaded held by the frailest of thread
on her neck it is resplendant reflecting the hues of the universe



hello, this is a small poem on maya.hope you like it.as always your poems are indelible and very thought provoking

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Originally Posted by Querida

*This little poem I dedicate to my sweetheart friend NM and her precious bundle of joy*

"A Moment of Hers"

what a precious moment,
when she knows it's you...

your hush surpasses,
all her other soothers.

your touch blossoms comfort,
beyond all pacifiers.

your voice answers,
the mystery of her delight.

your arms hold her secure,
her only cherished cradle.

your hold her with all your heart,
yet she can hold you by mere glance...

you hold her because you can only hold,
but she knows your hold,
will be an ever lasting,
blessed tie.

you kiss her with hope,
and wishes for happiness,
yet she breathes these two,
into her tender new life...

because she knows,
she was born
to be always
loved by you.

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Querida : very nice :)

karma is the force
that reacts before
your conscience
decides to even
retract the henious thought that entered
its mind
what use is of a forced subtract
of the thoughts already wanting motion
it is a contract written in filth
that washes away with only
the done reaction
of all who witness the errors
of your sought out
crazed ways
that have been fought
as far as memory can remember
in each and every iddish
creeping
inkling
of
thought

Querida : "it is a contract written in filth, that washes away with only the done reaction" - wonderful :)

:clap:

karma in poem :thumbsup:

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Originally Posted by shambhavi

maya
a little girl who plays with a garland of glass
in her hand they are mere baubles
dull and jaded held by the frailest of thread
on her neck it is resplendant reflecting the hues of the universe



hello, this is a small poem on maya.hope you like it.as always your poems are indelible and very thought provoking

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Shambhavi! :D How sweet a poem, the name Maya is always such a meaning-laden name...sometimes i feel it's meaning is a bit sad...even with the promise of Godly joys with the realization of illusion...

Good one Querida.

:-) i actually think maya is a very intricate name for it offers the promise of delusion as well as realisation, it is sad only when we realise that it exists apart from us.... i realise i am in maya only when i percieve the universe to be an expression of it;when instead u realse nothing apart from bliss exists then everything has an ineffable sweetness