So many nations So many cultures Poets gather To exchange views for world peace.
The packed audience is flooded and flooded The invaluable views Are recited through poems Hearts moved Poets hug each other.
Neither creed, caste Nor religions or cultures The hospitality extended To each and every poet Show the uniqueness Of the Korean culture.
Korea, the land of peace The land of culture The land of heritage You love it, we love it Out bond of friendship Shall remain immortal I pray God, yes… To bless humanity with peace.
A demonstration Of dynamic efforts Taken by women of South East Asia Of challenging battles Each day open a fresh page Of experience. Centex records the happenings Each day unfolds a different story A splendid experience of knowledge In moments Each one still searching The colour of knowledge A search Management knowledge is the endless Race, race is life Project work presentation Teaching us to recognize our own voice To whom on our return we relates Our visions The team at Centex made it possible
Embracing white snow Towards the snake mountain of hope Towards the Lulea town of peace. Dark blue skies floating free. Wondering over the mountain In and around Lulea. Whole afternoon The evening appears dark. They sailed away hundred of miles. Ah! I was lost in a world of fantasy I ponder deep on the themes of My poetry, and all the wim Participants… for beauty and peace While passing on unknown country village closing eyes I listen to the sounds. That I might go back one day Deep in the White Mountain
For years now the night has Embraced me I put up no resistance Perhaps because I like to hide In its darkness….. The density of the moisture of night Compels my eyes to shut. I am sleeping on the stranded strand I am almost imbecile, but instead I am asleep. The security here is excellent. I am dreaming that when it is time to waken up It will still be night. Where are you daughter of the night, I know you will return. I shall speak to you in the belly Of the night. Dreams of abandoned Order keep me company Each night. There I”ll talk and talk Do not call me crazy lady Because my steps lead me to the unknown I unravel them Until they lose all meaning, Never nothing I refused.
The absence of movements is not stillness The absence of noise is not silence, Being voiceless you couldn’t openly COMPLAIN. Being voiceless you couldn’t express your pain. The power of the masses is made to sleep. HATRED” fumes in hundred of homes Manifest in a variety of syndromes. WHAT A TIME? WHAT A TIME ? WHAT AN AGE? Who with bleeding hearts Shall redden the pages. New ideas merely can change, Violence, Terrorism and hatred prevail… The century can be wonderful In case our lives are fruitful What one sees arches? One surely finds The essence of existence is only time.
Children do not make concept, How would they know that The world is full of people, Who sup on innocent souls, Voice has also got an existence- which transform itself into many forms. Children innocently asked… Where the weeds of anger sprout, Human race is a complex molecule. I went forward and met a girl She asked? What all this you are doing today, The smile that blooms As a flower in June.
The essential quality of writing poetry, the diagrams tell us is meditation. We meditate on our ideas our thought and feelings, and shape in the light of our experiences. Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful Emotions, crystallized in words. Poetry one of the oldest form of literature is generally characterized by musical pattern of sounds which are based on the natural qualities of spoken languages however not all arrangement of ideas and words based on a musical structure Of lines and stanzas can be, considered poetic poetry subordinate musical structure of languages to the direct expression or communication of experiences.
ITS reverberations deep into my heart Create one more bell, Build one more stupa, Did all he could do his best Freedom can also be obtained by peace Preach it trumpet blast. In the life of world can he be forgotten of love and sympathy whose heart was ocean. For I who made the choice Knowing I would count the cost For new thought we may dwell in secret space. The dream beautiful where it began Our paradise shared as crystal shines contained. Time and again With our bowed heads and folded hands For your coming back on the painful You promised long time back I will come again The rearless shore The tideless sea In outer form set far apart On hostile sands of life for release An uneasy pact, a statement of fact In vacillating sweep we crash Rebel emotions in undulating length Our inner order mirror our heart The better preconception is generally fixed into. In this circle that I’ve drawn I do not mourn, I do not care Drop of love from his vital heart In harmony my night retreats Like the seed that grows into a plant Till it sprouts its root and established a firm relationship with the earth sincerity and love still do prevail like a butterfly the open door to the sky For you who knew not the intimate Of my heart that bore love early flame Love is the lock that smashes the shell Its ember and so I lie in its dream A thought linger.
Embracing blue mountains, Towards the hill of hope Towards the village of peace White clouds floating free Wondering over the skies Whole day The evening sun appears dark red, They sailed away hundred of miles. Ah! I was lost in a world of Fantasy! I ponder deep on the themes of my poetry, for beauty and peace While passing an unknown country village. Closing eyes I listen to the sounds That I might go back one day Deep in the mountain.
Dark scar of the night To immortalize the past With the eyes of the future Every moment hoping to return Man hidden behind childhood With renewed fear in his marrow At no cost shall I speak The seed of one’s own suffering Grows into love for others.
Many false visions are fastened to us, Many unreal values surround us. But man comes with these naturally. I could write verses and more to make the revolution in this world to make it We will be millions of victories. It was then the invisible bars. Teaching me to recognize my own voice. To whom on our return we relate our vision. Every moment the sun rises And we shall advance once more We will never be afraid.
While I write my poetry, You sing at the tip of my pen, A single line of poetry, A single tune of harmony, Your confession was a pleasant Surprise, seemed almost unbelievable, You won’t know of my wild idea But if you do I must run far away You look for something, In my empty life, Who are you inviting? Waving hands! smiling face! In empty hearts Coming and Going Shedding tears, My pathetic heart’s crying, For the unfulfilled promises Crouching dow, I cry! Often whimpers in the night Wetting my pillow with tears.
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A wall built unconsciously! Two nations? The wall dividedTo be broken down- For both the sids. The white clouds floating Above them. Innocent people How far will they bear? The massacre for division. Light rays of tomorrow Does it bring sorrow or twisted gratification Rather live together On the green mountains A small hope that will present patience I can stand in brave Fulfill my crave Mother Earth! Firms up.
She only know she is an unmarked rock, Don’t ask her Where from the breeze come? Let her be as she is An unmarked rock She is your lyric Beyond the vanishing edge of Sight. Oh mystery! elemental and bright She gives the strength to all the beings, to sustain life on this glowing planet. Fire, Air, water, elements have joined her, On the high water of life! She becomes astonished with her own beauty. A whisper approaches Every moment He is inspired by the mighty mountains Poetry is the outcome of man’s life There was something inside her A bitter song Broken stars On mountain of despair She had overcome you. She will rise alone to the top A new life secretly grow out of a dead tree stretch out grow up Be free and easy She endured the process of her coming into being And once again learnt the golden rule to live and let other live She found herself in a beautiful land She wandered there from place to place Warm and cosy is the feeling she aspires you Playful, cheerful and fun loving person. is how He could be described the best Busy wondering what next he could do Life is the endless race, race is The life No rhythm no tune, No timing no theme Farewell with shedding tears To keep in touch.
O rulers of the world! Who sitting in their ivory towers, Do less while talking more. Listen! Enough of Hatred, Violence, Bloodshed The World has seen. While craving peace we kindle war The burden of rude humanity Violence, crimes and wars. Man will eat human flesh Bones as his food. It!s a fearful thing to See God’s kindly, Earth in sheets of blood The earth has seen. What haunted thoughts quicken my pen. For cry is not human resolve for World Peace. Peace can prevail over the world by “Love” not by lethal weapons, Who will come before me to gather the young world wide To uplift humanity. Peace making mantras be recorded In the new history.
Desperate she presses her hands On the cold chest. The pieces of her broken heart, Not to be scattered. The dream that got lost in the way, In the lost island’s, The thorn of the dead spring In her desperate embrace She is waiting – hoping Her empty gaze Who is rebelling against The steps of silence disturb the sleep. She woke up She followed sounds His sound, His sound And set off on a Quest And seek some peace And sleep and rest.
A voice What voice was that? Begun! Into the dump world of her soul A yelling in the exalted company A cold wave of terror Creeps in the body In a tear laden voice A shutter A frozen shriek On parched lips Drop by drop like dew Has begun to drip Into the dumb world of her soul. Her heart is now a fallen leaf It will only rise when the wind blows. Life is longer than the Nile Life can bounce like a ball Having done whatever it can Life will go down in the end And set like the evening sun The soul making a journey Is it a long journey An endless journey Those who have gone Have never returned.
Millennium! It is doomsday Or opportunity – for Spiritual renewal Churches seem worried False predictions – “the second coming” Undermine the authority of biblical teachings. The worry… Small signs of alarm Stability of the economy Millennium will fade… A wishful thinking The end of the world Imagining are fun.
A cage of destiny Confused, lonely, shattered I wish I could explain my desire To ease the agony I know This vacuum will never be filled Companion of loneliness They pave a path of glee Why do I drink tears of loneliness.
Tomorrow you may not live to see life Death and decay are there for everyone People who buzz like bees Are always in search of nectar And desert like the cunning insect.
At first sight one may fall in love First thought may cause danger Hence-give a second thought Think a second time a third if not First thought may cause danger Make one act foolish in anger.
As a poet, I sing the rhythm of life. When the night is dark I lead my way I am adventurous, I reach anywhere As a journalist, My mind is always active I write in my mind Before I could type these thoughts. The pen of power catches unaware. Designing not a lonely art Engaged with design I pine for the unattainable I sit confused on my table The mind ablaze The vision so clear They won’t settle The blank video cassette Is being film again Dreaming of plans When will I be able to meet But my brains still continue to tick.
Korean memories
So many nations
So many cultures
Poets gather
To exchange views
for world peace.
The packed audience
is flooded and flooded
The invaluable views
Are recited through poems
Hearts moved
Poets hug each other.
Neither creed, caste
Nor religions or cultures
The hospitality extended
To each and every poet
Show the uniqueness
Of the Korean culture.
Korea, the land of peace
The land of culture
The land of heritage
You love it, we love it
Out bond of friendship
Shall remain immortal
I pray God, yes…
To bless humanity with peace.
Let every poet
Become a slave of peace.
Wim 2002
A demonstration
Of dynamic efforts
Taken by women of South East Asia
Of challenging battles
Each day open a fresh page
Of experience.
Centex records the happenings
Each day unfolds a different story
A splendid experience of knowledge
In moments
Each one still searching
The colour of knowledge
A search
Management knowledge is the endless
Race, race is life
Project work presentation
Teaching us to recognize our own voice
To whom on our return we relates
Our visions
The team at Centex made it possible
Journey to lulea
Embracing white snow
Towards the snake mountain of hope
Towards the Lulea town of peace.
Dark blue skies floating free.
Wondering over the mountain
In and around Lulea.
Whole afternoon
The evening appears dark.
They sailed away hundred of miles.
Ah! I was lost in a world of fantasy
I ponder deep on the themes of
My poetry, and all the wim
Participants… for beauty and peace
While passing on unknown
country village
closing eyes I listen to the sounds.
That I might go back one day
Deep in the White Mountain
The night
For years now the night has
Embraced me
I put up no resistance
Perhaps because I like to hide
In its darkness…..
The density of the moisture of night
Compels my eyes to shut.
I am sleeping on the stranded strand
I am almost imbecile, but instead I am asleep.
The security here is excellent.
I am dreaming that when it is time to waken up
It will still be night.
Where are you daughter of the night,
I know you will return.
I shall speak to you in the belly
Of the night.
Dreams of abandoned
Order keep me company
Each night.
There I”ll talk and talk
Do not call me crazy lady
Because my steps lead me to the unknown
I unravel them
Until they lose all meaning,
Never nothing I refused.
Terrorism
The absence of movements is not stillness
The absence of noise is not silence,
Being voiceless you couldn’t openly
COMPLAIN.
Being voiceless you couldn’t express your pain.
The power of the masses is made to sleep.
HATRED” fumes in hundred of homes
Manifest in a variety of syndromes.
WHAT A TIME?
WHAT A TIME ?
WHAT AN AGE?
Who with bleeding hearts
Shall redden the pages.
New ideas merely can change,
Violence, Terrorism and hatred prevail…
The century can be wonderful
In case our lives are fruitful
What one sees arches?
One surely finds
The essence of existence is only time.
Children
Children do not make concept,
How would they know that
The world is full of people,
Who sup on innocent souls,
Voice has also got an existence-
which transform itself into many
forms.
Children innocently asked…
Where the weeds of anger
sprout,
Human race is a complex
molecule.
I went forward and met a girl
She asked?
What all this you are doing
today,
The smile that blooms
As a flower in June.
A poet feeling s towards writing poetry
The essential quality of writing poetry, the
diagrams tell us is meditation.
We meditate on our ideas our thought
and feelings, and shape in the light
of our experiences. Poetry is the
spontaneous overflow of powerful
Emotions, crystallized in words.
Poetry one of the oldest form of
literature is generally characterized
by musical pattern of sounds which
are based on the natural qualities
of spoken languages however not all
arrangement of ideas and words
based on a musical structure
Of lines and stanzas can be,
considered poetic poetry subordinate
musical structure of languages to the
direct expression or communication
of experiences.
Existence
ITS reverberations deep into my heart
Create one more bell,
Build one more stupa,
Did all he could do his best
Freedom can also be obtained by peace
Preach it trumpet blast.
In the life of world can he be forgotten
of love and sympathy whose heart
was ocean.
For I who made the choice
Knowing I would count the cost
For new thought we may dwell in
secret space.
The dream beautiful where it began
Our paradise shared as crystal shines
contained.
Time and again
With our bowed heads and folded
hands
For your coming back on the painful
You promised long time back
I will come again
The rearless shore
The tideless sea
In outer form set far apart
On hostile sands of life for release
An uneasy pact, a statement of fact
In vacillating sweep we crash
Rebel emotions in undulating length
Our inner order mirror our heart
The better preconception is
generally fixed into.
In this circle that I’ve drawn
I do not mourn, I do not care
Drop of love from his vital heart
In harmony my night retreats
Like the seed that grows into a
plant
Till it sprouts its root and established
a firm relationship with the earth
sincerity and love still do prevail
like a butterfly
the open door
to the sky
For you who knew not the intimate
Of my heart that bore love
early flame
Love is the lock that smashes the
shell
Its ember
and so I lie in its dream
A thought linger.
Journey to Yanji
Embracing blue mountains,
Towards the hill of hope
Towards the village of peace
White clouds floating free
Wondering over the skies
Whole day
The evening sun appears dark
red,
They sailed away hundred of
miles.
Ah! I was lost in a world of
Fantasy!
I ponder deep on the themes of
my poetry, for beauty and peace
While passing an unknown
country village.
Closing eyes I listen
to the sounds
That I might go back one
day
Deep in the mountain.
Poetry
Dark scar of the night
To immortalize the past
With the eyes of the future
Every moment hoping to return
Man hidden behind childhood
With renewed fear in his marrow
At no cost shall I speak
The seed of one’s own suffering
Grows into love for others.
We advance
Many false visions are fastened to us,
Many unreal values surround us.
But man comes with these naturally.
I could write verses and more
to make the revolution
in this world to make it
We will be millions of victories.
It was then the invisible bars.
Teaching me to recognize my own
voice.
To whom on our return we relate
our vision.
Every moment the sun rises
And we shall advance once more
We will never be afraid.
Here i am writing a poem
While I write my poetry,
You sing at the tip of my pen,
A single line of poetry,
A single tune of harmony,
Your confession was a pleasant
Surprise,
seemed almost unbelievable,
You won’t know of my wild idea
But if you do
I must run far away
You look for something,
In my empty life,
Who are you inviting?
Waving hands! smiling face!
In empty hearts
Coming and Going
Shedding tears,
My pathetic heart’s crying,
For the unfulfilled promises
Crouching dow,
I cry!
Often whimpers in the night
Wetting my pillow with tears.
Oh Kargil!
A wall built unconsciously!
Two nations?
The wall dividedTo be broken down-
For both the sids.
The white clouds floating
Above them.
Innocent people
How far will they bear?
The massacre for division.
Light rays of tomorrow
Does it bring sorrow or twisted gratification
Rather live together
On the green mountains
A small hope that will present
patience
I can stand in brave
Fulfill my crave
Mother Earth! Firms up.
She
She only know she is an unmarked rock,
Don’t ask her
Where from the breeze come?
Let her be as she is
An unmarked rock
She is your lyric
Beyond the vanishing edge of
Sight.
Oh mystery! elemental and bright
She gives the strength to all the beings,
to sustain life on this glowing planet.
Fire, Air, water, elements have joined
her,
On the high water of life!
She becomes astonished with her
own beauty.
A whisper approaches
Every moment
He is inspired by the
mighty mountains
Poetry is the outcome of man’s life
There was something inside her
A bitter song
Broken stars
On mountain of despair
She had overcome you.
She will rise alone to the top
A new life secretly grow out of
a dead tree
stretch out
grow up
Be free and easy
She endured the process of her
coming into being
And once again learnt the golden rule
to live and let other live
She found herself in a beautiful land
She wandered there from place to place
Warm and cosy is the feeling she
aspires you
Playful, cheerful and fun loving person.
is how
He could be described the best
Busy wondering what next he could do
Life is the endless race, race is
The life
No rhythm no tune,
No timing no theme
Farewell with shedding tears
To keep in touch.
Give Peace a Chance
O rulers of the world!
Who sitting in their ivory towers,
Do less while talking more.
Listen!
Enough of Hatred, Violence, Bloodshed
The World has seen.
While craving peace we kindle war
The burden of rude humanity
Violence, crimes and wars.
Man will eat human flesh
Bones as his food.
It!s a fearful thing to
See God’s kindly,
Earth in sheets of blood
The earth has seen.
What haunted thoughts
quicken my pen.
For cry is not human resolve
for World Peace.
Peace can prevail over the world
by “Love” not by lethal weapons,
Who will come before me to
gather the young world wide
To uplift humanity.
Peace making mantras be recorded
In the new history.
Lost Vision Of Hope
Desperate she presses her hands
On the cold chest.
The pieces of her broken
heart,
Not to be scattered.
The dream that got lost in
the way,
In the lost island’s,
The thorn of the dead spring
In her desperate embrace
She is waiting – hoping
Her empty gaze
Who is rebelling
against
The steps of silence
disturb the sleep.
She woke up
She followed sounds
His sound, His sound
And set off on a Quest
And seek some peace
And sleep and rest.
Unknown Destination
A voice
What voice was that?
Begun!
Into the dump world of her soul
A yelling in the
exalted company
A cold wave of terror
Creeps in the body
In a tear laden voice
A shutter
A frozen shriek
On parched lips
Drop by drop like dew
Has begun to drip
Into the dumb world of her soul.
Her heart is now a fallen leaf
It will only rise when the wind blows.
Life is longer than the Nile
Life can bounce like a ball
Having done whatever it can
Life will go down in the end
And set like the evening sun
The soul making a journey
Is it a long journey
An endless journey
Those who have gone
Have never returned.
Vision
A new place
A vision with hope
To start
Finding
But yet – no
Satisfaction.
World Peace
World peace – a box of chocolate!
Peace lovers|
Knows what?
Peace give them
A potation demon
Peace talk may be good…
An act for demonstration.
Towards The Millennium
Millennium! It is doomsday
Or opportunity – for Spiritual renewal
Churches seem worried
False predictions – “the second coming”
Undermine the authority of biblical
teachings.
The worry…
Small signs of alarm
Stability of the economy
Millennium will fade…
A wishful thinking
The end of the world
Imagining are fun.
Shattered
A cage of destiny
Confused, lonely, shattered
I wish
I could explain my desire
To ease the agony
I know
This vacuum will never be filled
Companion of loneliness
They pave a path of glee
Why do I drink
tears of loneliness.
Tommorrw
Tomorrow you may not live to see life
Death and decay are there for everyone
People who buzz like bees
Are always in search of nectar
And desert like the cunning insect.
‘You’
Image of sacrifice
Message of hope
A brilliant sun for me
Twilight in my life
Your has no prize
You destined to build my nest
This life
I owe
To you.
Choice
At first sight one may
fall in love
First thought may cause
danger
Hence-give a second thought
Think a second time
a third if not
First thought may cause danger
Make one act foolish
in anger.
MY CAREER
As a poet,
I sing the rhythm of life.
When the night is dark
I lead my way
I am adventurous, I reach anywhere
As a journalist,
My mind is always active
I write in my mind
Before I could type these thoughts.
The pen of power catches unaware.
Designing not a lonely art
Engaged with design
I pine for the unattainable
I sit confused on my table
The mind ablaze
The vision so clear
They won’t settle
The blank video cassette
Is being film again
Dreaming of plans
When will I be able to meet
But my brains still continue to tick.