Victor Chan's Journey

Diane — Fri, 04 Feb 2011 07:23:07 GMT

Time

Seconds, hours, days and years
All is lost before you know it
Seconds that seem like hours
And years that seem like days
Never under your control

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The Power of Silence

Not a word, not a sound
A simple silence is what I’ve found
A well known skill, yet not many have learned
For the ones that did, it’s a milestone earned Not a word, not a sound
The fear it brings like the howl of a hound
Waiting to see what will arise
But left to wonder, with cautious eyes Not a word, not a sound
Not like jargon from a box you’ve wound
Precious words saved for the special times
With the ones I trust who speak like mimes Not a word, not a sound…silence

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Tears

A little tear from my eye
Has not appeared as the years went by
As if a reservoir has run dry
The life of emotions will eventually die All my feelings trapped inside
The path of manhood as my guide
The thought of feelings, tears and cries
Will never be seen through my eyes And to an end it does come
Through aging in this world
To never be seen again
The liquid words of a child No way to express what’s inside my heart
I bring to you now, this form of art
I ask of you now, to help me conceal
All that I’ve told you ’bout the way I feel

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To Forget

Every hour, Every day,
The wish to forget, I do pray
So strong a thought in my mind
In my heart it truly does bind
A simple wish that won’t come true
And another day, that I must go through.

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Love

You may think you have it under control
You may think it won’t affect you
You may even try to hide from it
But when it strikes
You can’t stop thinking ’bout it

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Spring

If the skies were blue
The flowers will bloom
If the sun was shining
The birds will sing
If a gentle breeze, brought me to my knees
It would be from the sight of your smile

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The Ocean

An ocean of thoughts,
Like the turbulent seas,
Are lost and forgotten,
As in the Bermuda seas.

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Sunrise

The warmth of your touch brings me alive
At first I refuse to receive your gift
Daily persistence has taught me a lesson
To bring down my guard and absorb your light
The brilliance of light that you shine so bright

The story of shoes as told by a shoe

Diane — Thu, 03 Feb 2011 06:33:59 GMT

I shine, I eat,
I carry the burden of humans
On the path that they choose,
Bearing the first experiences
Amidst dust and dirt,
I am their companian,
I am often forgotten by the humans
I am separated from them during sleep,
But on certain occasions I am their pride,
I increase their social stature,
They attract others in my presence.

The writer of this poetry is- M R Venkatesh
Look at the path of life! What is the way of leading ones life today? Everyone is out to pull the other down without understanding that they depend on each other.
When one''s usefulness is over, it is so comical to see that people stab the backs of their providers and pretend that they are successful.
In this poem, the poet M R Venkatesh has analysed and shown conclusively that in today''s world though people are interdependent they behave in such a way that it reminds us of the way we behave shoes, that is to use them and once their usefulness is complete, they are discarded with impunity. Has this become the way of society today, a society which gave birth to great sages, kings and visionaries?.....

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