spiritual seeker

Rookie - 194 Points (22-11-55 / Malaysia)

spiritual seeker Poems

1. Little Trickles Of Water 6/23/2011
2. Let There Be Nobody To Cry 6/24/2011
3. Loving You My Wife 6/24/2011
4. Sister Death 6/25/2011
5. Life Light 6/25/2011
6. Pearls Of Wisdom 6/25/2011
7. Old Man In A Small Road-Side Temple 6/26/2011
8. When Night Comes To Visit 7/2/2011
9. Snow Fall In The Moonlight 7/16/2011
10. Man In The Street 7/17/2011
11. Unshackled 7/17/2011
12. Run Run Little Crab 6/25/2011
13. Mist In The Early Morning 7/21/2011
14. Tell Me Mountain 7/23/2011
15. Gokak Falls 7/23/2011
16. Where Have The Cranes Gone? 7/19/2011
17. When Life Is On The Edge 7/20/2011
18. Silence Of The Night 7/23/2011
19. Silence And Solitude 7/24/2011
20. My Forest 7/24/2011
21. Life On The Open Street. 7/26/2011
22. Where The Two Oceans Meet 7/26/2011
23. Me, Mira And The Beach 7/24/2011
24. Invisible Hunter 7/27/2011
25. Painting The Wide Open Blue Sky 7/27/2011
26. Rich And Poor 7/27/2011
27. Mother 7/27/2011
28. Hidden 7/31/2011
29. India 8/2/2011
30. Candle Burning In The Late Night 8/2/2011
31. Reflections 8/2/2011
32. Hidden Chambers 8/3/2011
33. It Doesn'T Matter 8/3/2011
34. Living 8/9/2011
35. Harmony 8/13/2011
36. Ramadhan-Haiku 8/13/2011
37. Masses Together 8/13/2011
38. Rainbow 9/20/2011
39. The Moon 9/20/2011
40. My Poetry 9/21/2011
Best Poem of spiritual seeker

Trials Of Tears

When humanity is lost,
When greed and anger took the scales,
And justice thrown far faraway,
We only see trials of tears.

When brute strength is forced,
When the weak are easily trampled,
And life of others given no value,
We only see trials of tears.

O man, remember! Every soul has a right,
That are sacred and protected,
Beware silent whispers of the oppressed,
Cause one day, justice again must certainly reappear!

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Street Dancer

I ask a street dancer-Why do you dance?
This street is my grand stage,
The passers-by are my precious audience,
Little rupees they gave me are least important,
I dance to the tune of drums and flute,
As my feet dance to the music, bangles ringing,
My body floats with my spirit,
At the very peak of ecstasy,
the noise of the street is silent to me,

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