Life depends upon the Liver... so it follows that Love depends on the Lover... and since Love is the essence of life - so love on ...
Sunday, May 20, 2012
THE SONG OF THE SOUL OF THE PARTY - a poem by me
Monday, May 07, 2012
Does the world need a universal language?
I think that this is a really interesting topic - the link above leads you to the Buddhist Travellers Group of which I am an uneducated member amongst the many philosophers and sages there .. but I have commented there too - and my comments need replies too - hope you all reply too
Deepak
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
One Soul - Sharing this from my group on Multiply
Monday, January 02, 2012
HE WHO WOOS YOU LIKE NO MAN - a poem by Deepak Menon
Swaying like a misty wraith
Amongst the nameless crowd of souls
Dancing their Dance of Faith
Faith in the future they believed in
The future born in the dim past
When fought they battles, couldn't win
And were into destiny's cauldron cast
To flutter like trembling leaves in the wind
Frantically dancing the Dance they made
A Dance they made to make them forget
The games of love they once had played
When into their midst your timeless shape
Had burst in like a flash of light
Banishing the shadows, the smoke and dark
Scattering all fear into headlong flight
And you danced the Dance of Hope
While stars sparkled in your lovely eyes
And your body sang a Song of Hope
Stilling the multitudes hopeless cries
And they watched with riveted gaze
Your swirling limbs, your haunting face
Your radiant smile, your tossing hair
Your twinkling feet in frantic race
And they knew you danced for me
They watched and wondered frozen in time
While your eyes saw only me
Radiating your love - true, sublime
And they knew that they had seen
Eternity in your sparkling dance
A love so true, so pure - so strong
It left them speechless and askance
And from the mist there appeared
He who wooed you like no man
Took form and swept you far away
Into the Forever Sunshine land
----------------------By Deepak Menon
Monday, May 16, 2011
Sonnet No 6 by me
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The oceans be deep yet the Sea of Sorrow is deeper still
The mountains be high yet higher is the lonely tower still
From which the lover’s lonely gaze scans the hollows
Enervated by the calamity that knows no earthly parallel
Yet pervades the world of humanity in equal measure
The look or word that transforms heaven into fiery hell
Hurling into depths of sadness what once was pleasure
The sight of a vacuous smile upon the same upturned face
Now meaningless as it follows a vacant and empty look
The frantic nonchalance in the searching for just a trace
Of the raging storms that once his heart by force took
And in that fleeting moment, do stop the sands of time
Life losing its lustre, and the song of life – its rhyme.