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Siva Bhanga, 22 april 2012

HARE HARE

Gdzie Kryszna kłamstwa, Felicity
obfituje w czystej prostoty
z miłości wrażliwość
i wszystko Mu służyć z pokorą
Ale kiedy żywa istota
odrzuca swoją prawdziwą tożsamość
i z czystej głupoty
poddaje się chciwości
On traci wszystkie bystrość
a wraz z nią cała zdolność
aby zrozumieć rzeczywistość
lub ograniczyć swoją zmysłowość
porzucenie pokory
on zachwala (uwielbienie) swoją zdolność
zapominając o Jego możliwości
i Fortune zmienność (zmienność)
Zanurzony w assimility ust głupota)
co wydaje infiinity
z życia pobożności
cierpi na lęk
Do kontaktu z wielbiciela Boga
być może z największą zwięzłości (krótki czas)
budzi jego powinowactwo
dla słowa boskości
Postrzeganie daremność
z całą swoją głupotę ust głupota)
dusza odzyskuje zdrowy rozsądek
i odrzucił jego próżność
Obdarzony więcej pokory
służy on ze wszystkich możliwości
i spontaniczność rośnie
jego guru i bóstwo
Odzyskanie jego tożsamość
nieobliczalny żywa istota
powrót do bractwa
Kryszny, na wieczność.

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Siva Bhanga, 9 july 2012

AMY WILLIAMS

Your face was one of the million faces on facebook
but you stopped my heart beat with that look
Can't say enough, I just think you are different
Love to talk to me and reply all the letters I sent
Who can do this but an angel
You might not understand but you make me humble
For you only I shall learn how to draw
To make a sketch of your pretty eyes and more
I have no option. Feelings seeping through my pores
I love you now and forever. Without remorse.
Maybe I am just another obsessed fool
But who will not like to be obsessed by you?
I am just a common Poet. Thats who I am
Accepting my fate. YOU. Amy Williams

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Siva Bhanga, 24 december 2011

Broken-Hearted

I asked her for a dance but she said she was too tired

The next thing i knew she was on the dance floor with someone else, i don't think she was hired

I thought she liked me she was the only one i admired

Sometimes i used to think our souls were kind of wired

Together to eternity but that was just a sick obsession i acquired

From staring into her prickly eyes and fantasying about those juicy lips. O! my dreams are shattered

Behind her i stood and wept, because now to her i never mattered

Then there i was alone in the middle of the dance-floor. My sight became blurry and scattered

All at once i felt cold from my feet to my head. My teeth chattered

My stomach rumbled then i farted

But no one bothered

I felt like a plant species not yet discovered

just then she looked back at me. What? Did she hear it? the music was so loud at first. i feel ashamed as my head lowered

I said to myself 'you must be the devil.' Then she nodded

O' My God now my heart pounded. My heart which was wounded pounded

I turned around to have a seat at the counter and then i realized it wasn't me she was looking at. Rather her chauffeur who behind me waited

So it means she wasn't even seeing me. I had been wasted

It was time for her to go, and for me it was time for courage to be mastered

She walked toward my direction. so beautiful i thought she had to be escorted

This is my chance i said

But no luck, she tugged on to the silly guy instead

Now the silly look on my face had to be smothered

I watched them as they walked hand in hand. My head again lowered

Then i watched them as they departed

She left me. She left me brokenhearted

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Siva Bhanga, 22 april 2012

Kluczowe

Doświadczenie jest Bóg.
Mądrość jest Bogiem.
Bóg jest zawsze na pierwszym miejscu bez Ciebie nawet nie wiedząc.
Właściwie mamy tylko zapomniany
I to jest grzech.
Jeśli Doświadczenie nie jest Bogiem, to jak może to być najlepszy nauczyciel?
Jeśli mądrość nie jest Bogiem, Dlaczego wszyscy gonią za nim?
Mądrość jest kluczem.

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Other poems: zły chłopiec, Kofi Babone, BHANGA, BHANGA, AMY WILLIAMS, AMY WILLIAMS, HARE HARE, Kluczowe, Love, Love, The Key, HARE HARE, Broken-Hearted, my FEAR,