Poetry is the soul of writing, its appeal comes from the existence of disfigured and adulterated thoughts of an artistic mind… a mind that traverses the colossal incalculable unfathomable universe… expressed through the flight of languages, only a poet can silhouette; a poet who finds himself nude in the midst of an iceberg, yet feels the steamy hot springs refreshing his spirit with such immeasurable orgasmic intoxication. Poetry comes in many moods: an intense love that makes the moon hide in its blinding shines; a violent anger that drowns thousands with its dagger alphabets; an obsessed demon that would skull one out of its existence; poetry does not lie… the only created phrase that sends a thousand and one thoughts.__ade caparas manilah
A Loving Tribute to a departed great poet, Madan Yayati G. Gandhi
now you’ve gone
leaving your earthy abode
windows of window
play the unspoken words
how much we’d miss you,
your marvellous languages words
music to our ears…
Philosophique Poética de-Aanand
loves you, Madan Yayati G Gandhi
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Madan Yayati G Gandhi’s latest poem:
“…Poetry opens by blooming heart’s cosmic seed in soul; and merging within om santih santih santih. May we give loving for all, tending nurture of life’s entire garden; singing oneness within beauty’s divine renewable health, strength and vitality.
Living each moment inside of now – we are love; becoming truly ever loving… A Lover of Life – inside heart and soul.”
HEART OF A LOVER
I walk and walk
on a lonely trek
with a sense of zest.
Someday, I will arrive
at celebration of a new earth;
sans borders, sans sense of ours and others.
The one-earth home to everyone
where people offer open-arm welcome
to everyone who comes with heart of a lover.
Like an open shelf library with rarest books,
and readers freely browsing through them
sitting in the browsing lounge of kindness.
To wake up in a world free
of hate and fear; in the here and now,
not in some distant future.
Yayati, Madan G Gandhi
Global Fraternity of Poets
Dr Jernail S Aanand’s poem in response to Madan Yayati G Gandhi’s poem
THE WILD AND THE FIRE
By Dr Jernail S Aanand
Here is a part of the everywhere.
A soft border visible to the eye.
How man loved the bordered village
with a passion so high
Held hard to his ground.
Swelled his margins all around.
Wanted all to admire
The wild and the fire.
On bare bones was fitted
A case of flesh.
Blood ran in the veins
All looked so fresh.
Death of the here
Is a moment of celebration.
When here and everywhere
In a seamless union
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sunday 9:49pm 27 january 2019
sydney nsw australia