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Wednesday, October 4, 2023
Sense and Nonsense
what we do not is nonsense
what we like is sense
what we do not is nonsense
what we accept is sense
what we do not is nonsense
what we preach is sense
what others do is nonsense
the way we live is sense
the way others do is nonsense
what we perceive is sense
what others imagine is nonsense
the weapons we wield is sense
the bombs they shell is nonsense
the way we dress is sense
what they wear is nonsense
the wars we make is sense
the peace they dream about is nonsense
the hunger we feel is sense
people dying of hunger, nonsense
our life gets better is sense
the world gets worse is nonsense
A poem by MVJ Simon (All rights reserved)
Dreams Come True
And believe in your dreams
Dreams come true
When you wake up
And wish fervently that it must
Dreams come true
Just when you are about to give up
And give in to harsh reality
Dreams come true
When you know it will
And scorn every iota of doubt
Dreams come true
In its own time
When you least expect it
Dreams come true
Catching you unawares
Leaving you at a loss for words
Dreams come true
Making you believe
Reaffirming your faith
A Poem by MVJ Simon (Copyright 2007)
A drop of golden sunshine
Throwing wide open
Doors of my heavy heart
Lightening it with your laugh
Girl, you walked right in
Without an invite
No ringing bells
You barged in straight
Girl, like the golden sunshine
Passing through the sheer white curtain
Waking me up from deep slumber
Squinting my eyes with brightness
Girl, you breeze through life
With a naughty delight
Savouring all that’s nice
And spreading joy around
Girl, don’t grow up please
It’s a choice you can make
Just be the way you are
Not letting life break you
Girl, even when you pout and sulk
And throw nasty tantrums
I stifle my smile, look serious
You may never know why
Girl, you’re a dear little friend
Queen of drama
Princess of hearts
When you feel sad, so do I
Girl, just be the drop
Of golden sunshine
Just breeze through life
Spreading a warm glow around
The Old Bungalow
Wide steps below
Polished red oxide floor
Shining with a glow
A large leather settee set
A round table in the midst
With tiger claws at it’s feet
Clasping a globe
Brown wood all around
Smells really good
Framing French windows
With clear panels of glass
Etched in my memory
Looming the house stood
Once it was my home
Now it’s on my mind
In its place stands a tower
Glass and steel and chrome
Looks cold and menacing to me
Just doesn’t have the charm
Gone is the grass-covered lawn
And the roses that surround
In its place is a car park
Space well utilized
They tell me it’s progress
Maybe I do agree
But somewhere in my heart's corner
Looms the old Bungalow
Picture Perfect
Somewhere you lead me
Some place I can’t recall
Sometimes I remember
The nightfall and the song
Some place you took me
Lead me on and on
I remember the wildflowers
Trampled under your feet
Sometimes when I remember
The silence and the stillness
When our eyes stayed locked unblinking
Time stood still in wait
Sometimes I think of you
And those moments that stood so still
Frozen in my mind
Your youth captured unfading
Just one time you’ve beaten destiny
And time and space and the world itself
Lingering on youthful and unchanging
In times faded, wrinkled, and aging.
Mirror
When you look at and smile
it smiles back at you
Life is a mirror so faithful
When you are sad
It tells you it isn’t so bad
Life is a mirror so harsh
When you believe you’re fairest of all
It shows you those pimples
Life is a mirror so passive
When you watch it pass by
You remain where you are
Life is a mirror so cruel
When you hurl disgust
It breaks you down
Life is a mirror so jovial
When you laugh at it
It laughs back at you
Life is a mirror so fragile
Handle it gently
Never, ever let it drop
Life is mirror so beautiful
When you look at it
See how unique and precious you are
Thoda Adjust Karo
While I was really six
The school had some funny rules
That put her in a fix
Thoda Adjust Karo
When I reached my teenage
I faced my first big exam
My closest friend who hated maths
Scored a centum, while I had a just pass
Thoda Adjust Karo
I went to a local college
while he became a Doc
Life's stories changed
With a bag full of cash
Thoda Adjust Karo
His father, moneybags
Took it all back
When he sold his son
To the highest bidder
Thoda Adjust Karo
Now he's got a wife
A car and a bungalow
While I sit and write
Alone in a basti
Thoda Adjust Karo
Living the slow life
Living slow,
Living life,
the old, old way.
Gently
swaying along at a pace so slow,
From the
pane-less window, I view.
History
alive in faded signboards,
And stately
mansions stand tall and proud.
Withered and
worn with stories to tell,
Battered and
weary, but eloquent with tales.
Of a time of
glory and abundant riches,
Music and
laughter of generations gone.
Hoping
someday, will glory return.
A single
ring of an age-old bell,
A crank of
the brass lever on tram-chalo’s left,
A creak and
shudder, as brakes come on,
Someone
leaves and the next arrives.
Experiencing
life the way it can be,
Slow and
steady with views stunning.
Unhurried,
at times even still,
As an errant
cow decides to stay on track.
Life goes on
anyway, though slow.
A crank on
the lever,
The ring of
an age-old bell.
And the tram
with a shudder and a creak,
Gently rolls
on, on, and on.
©MVJ Simon
2023
A World Without Borders
Isn’t
it true that our imagination is boundless?
And love, which can transcend all races and cultures?
Isn’t
it true that in
the
age of the Internet,
We are all connected,
wherever we may be?
Isn’t it true that if
We look beyond all barricades,
And borders man-made,
Aren’t
we all the same within?
In our hopes and dreams,
fears and insecurities, death and life,
Isn’t it true that deep down within,
we are all pretty much alike?
Isn’t it true that if
we just look beyond the differences,
We will create a better world,
more kind, more humane,
and
truly borderless
©MVJ
Simon 2023