Kaivalya

Poesy, my deepest and truest love My ardent passion that I place above Every thing else of my mortal life!! Wish I could probably make you my wife If you were a lady, I would love and wed. Decorate on every night my cozy bed With flowers and light candles around it To cause your white body's every bit Shine with more lustre than that Sun. "If ever, by God, I truly loved someone 'Tis no other woman, nymph, belle or dame", Thus I would swear by the holiest name Of Apollo the nurturer of the Muses nine, "It is but you, for me the most divine." Siddartha Pamulaparty December 29, 2006.

in awe i sing of that great kingdom where the mighty Atlas had reigned the home of mighty peaks and hills the home of placid lakes and noisy rivulets. perhaps the island of that older times where temples, gods and heroes lived is the best example of true love that the august Poseidon garnered for the mere mortal lady Cleito and in that love was born the harmony of the whole humankind of today's world. Siddartha Pamulaparty December 29, 2006.

http://www.minibite.com/oldies/dreamlover.htm dreams of my lover i dream in every dream and like a sunflower i wake to the solar beam the sun is just as bright as is my lover's radiance perhaps a little less in light than her solemn lustrous glance dreams of my lover i dream in every dream in shame my face i cover (very strange as it may seem) when some one knowing her or not call out her sweetest name and hence i become caught in the midst of a feeling of shame dreams of my lover i dream in every dream and crazily i tend to hover in her thoughts, a perennial stream i perhaps cannot ever come back to my natural disposition and wonder what does my own love lack that my lover has become an apparition. dreams of my lover i will always dream and sing of her forever and her sweet names i scream dreams of my lover forever i will dream though she did never of me had seen a dream. Siddartha Pamulaparty December 29, 2006.

why still my heart keeps beating for you? why still my restless eyes search for you? why, again, I think of you inside myself and wonder who wrote this plot so cruel? aren't there better works for me to do than to contemplate upon my crazy past? had i wanted to cry, i could not do so had i screamed as i wanted very desperately to no matter what i do or think of doing its the same image of yours becoming the sole object of my concern every day and every night, though i tried hard as i may to accept the fact that you do not love me but, think and feel, to my own self I say that as much true that you do not love me does equally hold true, my own love for you which does not die by the ending days or the nights not even by the ever changing seasons of the Sun and in despair, i cry out that for whom i care: you were, you are and you will be the one. Siddartha Pamulaparty December 29, 2006.

I had read about Poe earlier that he used to write many things in puzzles. He was a great cryptographer I think. I stumbled across one of his "puzzling" poem. And based on the same puzzle, I wrote my own poem. Of course I could not reproduce the genius of Poe here. Here is the original link of Poe's "The Valentine". http://www.eapoe.org/works/poems/valentnd.htm And here is mine. So thought I that we will be together; Have done I what pray ask me not Captive in golden cage of your love I can not tell now what went further (Even against my own self I fought). I felt vulnerable like the petals of a rose: Did not again, I tell you oh dear one That forsaken I, my own pride for you? Did I not say while we walked on the road, Strange language I spoke about love (was it sweet to hear?) As your eyes twinkled like the Sirius in the sky that night. May be I could perhaps dream of you forever Thus reasoned aptly I, when we had parted. Yet each time I, enamored with your mem

The three things that are extremely difficult to define yet so obvious. I believe not many really know the meaning of any of these. I, myself, am not sure either... But if one observes with some pondering and a little contemplation, one will know that these are everywhere around us, and we come across them almost at every moment. While a profound thinker might give some complex definitions of them, a true analysis will show how simple these may seem to be. Let me scribble here what I feel about each of these and try to collate the basic essence of these three things and investigate the connections amongst them. Art: Many people have defined art in many different ways. The term "artist" has itself been defined in many funny ways. According to the ancient wisdom of my country, there are 64 kinds of arts. In general circulation of the civilization, the perception of art is that of a medium of expression, imagination and creation. In an earlier essay of mine, I wrote about what S

i will wait here for a little longer till this feeling grows more stronger till these meadows filled up with snow wear back their garments much so greener till these dry trees, strained in the cold winter clad again the graceful flowers in their bosoms till the golden rays of the valorous Sun reach every corner of this murky world till the autumn no more fells the woods till the spring brings back everything to life whence the cascades of pure water flow into the rivers and finally consummate in the mighty ocean which reflects peace. i will wait here for a little longer till this feeling grows more stronger till the world before me is no more scarce of happiness and love and truth till the brothers in the neighborhood have mirth and heed for their fellow youths till the men and women i see around me progress toward the enlightenment seeking no greedy wealth or evil sins instead walking for causes noble of spreading love and brotherhood amongst us no matter what's the color of our s

there's a pain inside my heart i think again what was wrong on my part there's an ache inside my chest i need a break i am tired, always giving my best time and time the tides have come to shake my faith and take my home time and time the tides have come to shake my faith and take my home no matter how real hard they try i am a man, and i don't cry..... i am a man, and i don't cry..... there's a cut inside my flesh i am fainting but, in my mind those memories are still fresh there's a hurt inside my nerves finding it so curt the way my life is on the downward curves time and time the tides have come to shake my faith and take my home time and time the tides have come to shake my faith and take my home no matter how real hard they try i am a man, and i don't cry.... i am a man, and i don't cry..... i don't cry, i don't cry even if i lost my lover i don't cry, i don't cry though i know i am a wilted flower i don't cry, i don't cry i