Tuesday, August 7, 2007
An Ersatz to None ~ The Mother!
Can you hear the wind…
It’s in a mother’s prayer that I confine in.
A numinous peace in those forgiving eyes…
A jolt of hope in her constant strives…
A solemn promise she will always keep…
To protect her brood from the drowning deep
This giving nature… no matter how much we test,
She gives it all her very best.
She may scream, she may fight,
She may cry and even black mail us.
She can be impossible for what reason that lies
Behind that entire act is the divine cause.
Not for her own but her little one.
She makes it sound so easy, why don’t we try it for fun?
A hard and tiring job it is…
Doesn’t stop with 36 weeks of caring in her swollen womb…
…Or 36 years of caring for… in her mind.
It’s a never ending task of finding out
It’s her child she always thinks about.
No love like this can ever compare to be.
The greatest of all you sure will see,
Through those misunderstood acts…
We judge selfishly, pushing her aside
Even hurt her meaninglessly.
But when she leaves us, we realize…
The mother is the best...
Even through God’s eyes…
It’s the hardest job of all ….
…In raising You & I !
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Copyright©2007 Shivraj Rajaram ( 08/03/2007)
Dedicated to the Mothers all around the world!
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
Field of Blood
I saw a man ragged and fake.
Times were old, Hebrew spoke.
The man screamed out,
They will try to kill the king today.
Pointing at me, He said....
You have to tell my story.
I am but One of the Twelve
But more so will be remembered for my betrayal
30 silver coins is the price you see,
But I have given more for my might lord thee.
You will not see my hidden sacrifice
That the lord has asked of me.
I know it is something cruel.
But with out this
HE will not be able to save Humanity.
Sins have to be washed and cleanse for all.
I will die before my master has gone,
The Son of GOD, will live on Forever
And I... will be known as
"The Hanging Man Judas"
Pantheist Twins
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Story from Eden

From the ribs of curiosity,
One newer version evoked.
She glared and spoke differently.
A charm I couldn’t describe.
Delightfully delicate
Thoughtfully complex
A face made of snow
Skin softer than flower blooms
Alive… erratic…
Yet Calm… romantic…
Mesmerizing wild
She spoke in codes not saying straight
She wanted nothing …yet everything sought
The first thing she asked from me
Was the only thing I couldn’t touch!
But I had a funny feeling and
I bit the apple first!
The Journey With In
When all is dark and you cannot see.
The voices in your head just... scream,
Convincing that broken mind to quiver & quit.
Eternity it may feel like,
To be trapped within these walls of self abuse.
To be gripped in the fear of never being understood.
A pathetic excuse of your existence,
To waste your time in seeking.. Why?
Don’t search for the light in the end of the hole.
Seek within and become whole.
No real answer will come asking blind fools
Don’t take no for an answer, grow your core!
Search for the strength inside your soul,
Nothing will stop you when you find that zone
Remove all barriers stunning your growth,
Take the blessing of your old,
When it gets unbearable,
And you are about to fall.
You will defy everything,
And stand titan tall!
That is when you become the Sun,
Lighting up not just you
But …. One & all.
God's Greatest Con ~ the Devil!
The loyal,
The ideal,
The best,
The most loved of all.
Why...?
Would one like you go so astray?
Why would you push your master far away?
Then I ponder on it from the core,
Logically, Curiously, Theologically,
Then a tad bit more
No revelation, No Dream,
No vision, No Scream…
Just as a smack on my face,
I was put in place...

...By blasphemy!
All being are with purpose & reason...
OH MIGHT LORD,
How could "YOU" not see treason?
Now here is a thought,
No evil, No suffering, No pain!
Would you my friends say God's name?
Who will it be to test your faith?
God greatest student,
The one who sacrifices even his stake.
Provoking and tempting us… To his very best
Taking all the blame… without a rest
The Greatest Con it is,
Without the devil,
Who would check us?
copyright(c)2007 shivraj rajaram
Sunday, February 11, 2007
MY UNKNOWN BOND.......
Blood, pain and gut; a child is born...
A bond by blood is very strong...
Father, Mother, Daughter, Son or child
All coming from an ancient written Bind.....
But there are some unknown bonds,
Which have no names, or clause.
Just waiting there, to be found,
making everyone think and pause.
From far and near, they bump into you.
Some fade away, like most hit songs do.
Others last forever, like a bible of time.
Some need your help, others help you,.
Some you call friends, some you call family
No strings attached; no hidden lines...
These are the people, you come to love.
A simple feeling of belonging in a stranger’s heart
A truly giving emotion, Selfless from the start.
Calling them yours, even though it’s not your claim.
A bond strong and sweet, yet without a name.
You are my unknown bond....
My Mother, My other Lord!
By Shiv on