Be, be, being

 All the madness around, isn't it really sad?

To watch men die without living

Hate without reason 

Live the lie they've been told

And never think about questioning 

Ever wondered about the ones around when you were born 

Apart from your parents 

Ever thought about their caste, creed, colour or religion 

Your parents just knew they were great doctors or nurses

Ever wondered about the ones who taught you to read this and write a comment 

Ever wondered why they took their time

Ever wondered while on a sick bed getting a transfusion 

That the color should have been blue

Ever wonder when man will be human 

First and then the rest?

In the limited lifespan

Can't we leave the stupidity for next time around 

And just be human 

A good being

Life breath

 Breath after breath, life flows

Gurgling ripples smattered by rocks 

Splitting into shimmering sparkles in the morning sun

Joining again on that journey i

nto the vast unknown 

Blending in with all that is past

And what has to come after

This moment, here and now

Captured in a fleeting second 

Breath, between breath

MVJ Simon 2026

Heat

 As the misty wispy blues of desolate gloom lifts

And the rays of golden hues peep in

Sudden lightness in my being 

Heavy load just lifted off my weary back

Days, nights, weeks and months have passed

Just breathing   existing,  nothing mattered

Now I know it wasn't all in vain

What could've broken me, just couldn't 

There's a raging storm inside 

Now about to unleash its fury

Letting fly what should out of the way

For a fresh new beginning of pure joyous creation 

MVJ Simon 

Be

While you inhale 

Sweet, sweet breath of life

Pause, say a silent thanks

For this gift of the moment 

Life, itself 

Take a moment to appreciate 

All that we take for granted 

The tiny moments 

Everything we ought to be grateful about 

And all that nearly broke us, but couldn't 

Live. Love. Laugh

While you still can.

Tech it. Or leave it.

 

Now in an AI powered Era, I'm feeling dumber than ever before. 

In an earlier age, all I had to do was collaborate with fellow artists and compete to win. That was easy.  Now the scenario has changed.  Like everything else in life. Now, no more creative thinking. 

No more old fashioned thinking.  Waiting.  Doodling.  Roaming around. Reading. Writing. Imagining  Day dreaming. 

I'm leaving all of it to tech. Hopefully, it will save enough time for me to do all of the above.

And poetry slipped away

 Quietly,  gently,  in silence 

In stillness,  slowly slipped away 

Into obscurity or a wakeful new dream 

And poetry slipped away

Leaving behind empty sheets

And blank stares into to ceiling and beyond 

And poetry slipped away 

Leaving behind worlds unspoken 

Shattered shards of unfulfilled dreams 

And poetry slipped away 

Be

 Sometimes all you need to do is breathe

Inhale all sweetness in the air

Sometimes all you need to do is dream

With eyes shut tight to all that's wrong 

Sometimes all you've got to do is be

Drown out all.noise with the peace that's within 

Sometimes all you've got to do is walk

Away from worries, problems and all that's not needed

Sometimes all you've got to is love 

So much that is just flows over

And above all that's gone

Washing, cleansing, wiping away

All that was never meant to be

Life takes its turns

 Life takes it turns,  some funny ones

Step back and wait

Till the tides change 

Times you've gotta wait it over

Wait for it to pass

Garner all your strength 

Make the good times cone back 

Sometimes you fell you're lost

But it's not

You're finding yourself 

Your might and strength 

Passing through the rough times

But when you've got friends 

Who've got your back

And a family that loves you so

Rough times done really matter anymore

Dear Santa

 Dear Santa, 

If there's anything I wish for

It's the innocence lost

Gleefully writing all dreams

On a tiny note to Santa

The key was all those things 

That  fit right into a sock 

Dreams so small that Santa can bring

And siblings too,  quite the same 

Thinking of the smallest things 

Chocolates,  crackers, baloons

The joy it brought 

Cannot be explained

Bring back the heart

Before innocence was lost

MVJ Simon 2024

Break

 Break, that's the word you said

A break,  that's so casual 

A break,  with a single word

You shattered my world

Will my heart ever heal again 

Will I learn to love once more

Is there a price to pay

For the way my heart aches now?

Memories,  those moments we made

Etched on diamonds, they say It's forever

Just want to set fire, and watch that blaze 

No remnants,  just embers 

Of a fire that once was

Now, no more

Here, now, forever

 Do I own land?

Sorry,  my dear

The land owns me

Do I have a fortune in my name?

Sorry,  my dear

I have none, but several names

Why do you say that?

It's true,  so I don't have to explain 

Miss, Mr, Madam, Lady, Sirji, Highness 

And after a breath that refuses,  like freedom, perhaps 

Body, corpse, and we humans can interpret in thousands of languages 

And how do we deal with life?

I'm zero qualified,  when most of my breath 

Is wasted on ways to figure out 

Is it worthwhile?

Here, now and how

 Waking up to the whistle of the Malabar thrush

After being lulled to sleep by the river gurgle

Spending some time alone mulling

what's wrong with this world

Looking at those pretty little birds,

the early ones

Seems they prefer nectar to worms

Plonking down on my easy chair

Doing nothing, a loser in this world

Giving up all those comforts of success

To be a recluse, living in nature

Madness, you may say

All we have is just one day

The time is here and now

When you waste it all doing what you love

I'm sure it will never be a waste at all

Taking up the hoe, instead of the pen

Working on the land, the fruits are sweet

Making sure everything is right

And letting nature pave its own path

There's joy at the end of the day

A quiet satisfaction, tired as I lay

Contemplating on a tomorrow that will be fine

Even after I'm gone, this will stay

MVJ Simon

Sense and Nonsense

what we understand is sense
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

When you dream 
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

Girl, you walked right in

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

An octagonal verandah
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

Life is a mirror so clear
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

My momma told me I was five
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