Sagacious words

Poetry is a deal of joy and pain and wonder, with a dash of the dictionary. ~ Khalil Gibran

Thursday, 31 May 2012

Under the rainbow

The reality is obscured;
Amid the sunset of deceptions
And the dawn of truths-
Misconceived and misconstrued
Thunder, whisper-weary
Under the rainbow of redemption,
Around and round in merry-
-Go-rhythms, the cyclones
Of perseverance and endurance;
Are the bursts of patience
In the stormy rage of
Displacement and resistance.


Tuesday, 29 May 2012

The Human Jungle Company

When the dawn brings forth a surreal light-
The rains hide under heavy clouds in skies far yonder;
As approved buds blossom to do what is right
And leaves fallen in timely rejection-
decompose to forever within the earth ponder,
And then confrontational winds that agitate the roots,
In the midst of storms, dutifully give rise to fragility;
And in that randomness are grown haphazardly new off-shoots,
Which nurture the growth of obsessions with accountability,
And so do the seasons change in the human jungle company.


Monday, 28 May 2012

Useful insignificance

The road that reveals, deceives just as easily
The lies that become truth and so easily hide reality;
The ones who'd kill and die for a higher power,
Are so easily manipulated to use their own power;

Against themselves, it's all well to be peaceful-
Only to become collateral damage and thus useful;
Useless but useful insignificance to provocation displayed
-helps to move through with pre-planned strategies by points relayed.


Saturday, 26 May 2012

The Human Condition

If I could, I'd make the bleeding stop.
I would change time and space to make it all better.
The frozen landscapes kill, just as easily as the raging fire torments,
Around and around go the cyclical rhythms of life,
Giant loops of action and reaction that never relent,
Truth be told the memories could be wiped out
And perhaps there would be a stillness,
Perhaps there would be so much less to be tormented about,
Regardless of the visions the compulsions grow stronger not weaker,
In the guise of progress the fallout is inconceivable,
The damage done irreparable by what it creates,
Yet still there is a peace, an understanding within the cycle of time,
With infuriating hardships that turn into lessons that only pain can bring,
With a suffocating patience, perhaps the trees would always sway
In the gentle breeze and the birds would always sweetly sing,
The moon and stars would shine with carefree abandon
And light the way in the darkest of nights with a merriment
And the sun would give a warmth to the air without harm,
There could be peace on earth with people fed and content,
Life for all becoming a radiant and just affair
And the value of such treasures would be unknown,
Because there would be nothing to compare;
The smiles would be vacant and the contentment contrived,
The tragic vacuousness of living without a care.
Yet if I could, I'd make the bleeding stop.
I would change time and space to make it all better.


Type of Mythology

The twists and turns of reality
-Of life being every type of mythology
The offensives that decimate civility-
The displaced debris of an eternal fight,
Causing confusion and weakness
-The inability to see shades of light
And patterns of darkness.
Inexplicable moments in furore and calm, that define
-The power of empires, to accentuate and undermine.


A Gentle Warmth

Let the breeze of luxurious calm
Spread all over the world,
And where the sun burns gold-
Let it mellow to a gentle warmth.
When the  trees sway in unison
And the birds sing in celebration,
Let the beauty of the landscape,
Ease the spirit and help it escape-
From the bonds of mundane living
And elevate to a higher essence
To the special ways of being;
Those moments of transcendence.


Thursday, 24 May 2012


The bittersweet melodies of living,
Born from the rhythms of the heart-
A pulsating beat that keeps on moving;

The highs and lows of energy bursting
The rushed and the slowed parts-
Strong patterns of being and existing,

Is the air sweetly rejuvenating?
Or is it always a destructive force?
The threads of the soul keep twisting-

That which keeps on exhorting-
And expelling in all kind of retorts
The psychedelic aura, of all living

Follow the smiles and not the screams.
The manifestation of a force of giving-
Hold on, to the faith and hope of dreams.


Tuesday, 22 May 2012

The Hush of Awakening

The fickle winds
Grow weary
Of the landscapes
As majestic
Old souls
Trundle along
On cumbersome
To refreshing
That embrace
The morning sun
With the hush
Of awakening-
from rolling hills
The stern vastness
Of being
Blossoms into a
vivid landscape
Of vibrant
And burgeoning life.

~ J.Bibi

Sunday, 20 May 2012

Memories and Reminders

That which is the ignition of happiness and sorrow-
Is to be found in between reality and imagined places-
The simmering reminders of an aura dulled and deluded-
All just meaningless meanderings and attempts to rekindle,
Illuminating innerscapes of peace and understanding,
The past is a ghost of terror and like a shadow of the noon,
Creeps up with images glaring and sounds piercing.
These are the dazed memories which spew forth,
An insistence for the light of healing and reconciliation.


Saturday, 19 May 2012

An Unexploded Scream (The peaceful Dream)

Let the world become a better place,
Regardless of status, age, gender or race,
Fight forever and onwards for the peaceful dream-
That hidden in every cold heart, is an unexploded scream,

To be aware of darkness, is to know;
That beginnings are born from the broken
That through rebirth, orders of continuum grow
And that patterns move ever forwards to an infinity awoken.

Fooled souls who look to be told,
Hear only what they are meant to see-
Even though beyond the forgotten hills of old-
The telling horizon shines- an expansive, magnificent, eternity.

Modes of control keep people in place,
Yet the underdogs still continue to dream
But regardless of circumstance, no one wins the race-
For in reality, no one will ever hear the actual slave scream.

Except, in time the world does always change.
In time the realities of all places develop and rearrange.
But the king-gods try to forget through every move of the game,
That mighty civilisations come and go and nothing ever stays the same.


Friday, 18 May 2012

Sea of the psyche

From the icy depths of despair and dire circumstance,
Is born the sparkling fire of belief and deliverance.
And from the drowning pools of the deepest scope-
Can be born the strongest swimmers of hope.
Let the waves of dismay and surprise-
Teach us skill in the currents that propel us to rise.


The Echoes of a Scream

As the blade in the sunlight glints and shines-
The storm of fury and anguish begins to run amok
A door forced down and urgent cries-
All fade into an invisible and silent hell,
Sharp is the cut which rips apart the skin,
As on the shoulders of a child is placed a burden,
Of a world suddenly become a searing inferno.
Yet still, the echoes of a scream leave no trace,
As into speechless hysteria the furore does lacerate
And then the manifestation of a wound internal-
Is awakened routinely to become a release from rage-
Ever irrespective of place, time and a stronger age.


Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Of Chaos

From in the midst of storms and when the wind blows,
Gone are all remnants of salvation
And forgotten are the doubts and the hurts.
The walls crushing with so much burden
Will justify destroying every speck that dares arise-
That dares to display an audacity
From the roots of insignificance.

Will the flutters into skyward places offer salvation-
Destroying with intent the spectre of annihilation?

Just as change is a revelation
And just as the expression of the substance of inner will,
Usurps power structures of universal domination-
When the fallout from the height fantastic becomes old,
The bloodline; is that which is then overtaken
By beggars and the objections flung outwards-
Start to become valid masterpieces of resistance.

Will the airs of chaos grow calmer?
And will the fires of conflict finally admit surrender?



As the lessons of regret fade,
And the moments of hope begin to flower;
Let the buds of inspiration grow-
Into blooms of reincarnated power.



The wheels of time spin deliriously
And often seem to stop-
When smashed by boulders on the road
As flying banshees screech overhead
And the troubles of struggle begin-
To escalate into dangers of the unknown
The carefree wonder aimlessly,
Given to posturing
And through idleness unaware,
As to the truth of blindness.
The smattering of cold hard rain-
On the window panes of the psyche,
Is always explained away,
As the sound of a little air-
Though broken glass should give warning
To the dangers of  imminent realities.


Tuesday, 15 May 2012

A Celtic Blessing

May the light of your soul guide you.
May the light of your soul bless the work that you do
with the secret love and warmth of your heart.
May you see in what you do the beauty of your own soul.
May the sacredness of your work bring healing, light
and renewal to those who work with you
and to those who see and receive your work.
May your work never weary you.
May it release within you wellsprings of
refreshment, inspiration and excitement.
May you be present in what you do.
May you never become lost in bland absences.
May the day never burden.
May dawn find you awake and alert,
approaching your new day with dreams, possibilities and promises.
May evening find you gracious and fulfilled.
May you go into the night blessed, sheltered and protected.
May your soul calm, console and renew you.

Sunday, 13 May 2012

Alone and Drinking Under the Moon

Amongst the flowers I
am alone with my pot of wine
drinking by myself; then lifting
my cup I asked the moon
to drink with me, its reflection
and mine in the wine cup, just
the three of us; then I sigh
for the moon cannot drink,
and my shadow goes emptily along
with me never saying a word;
with no other friends here, I can
but use these two for company;
in the time of happiness, I
too must be happy with all
around me; I sit and sing
and it is as if the moon
accompanies me; then if I
dance, it is my shadow that
 dances along with me; while
still not drunk, I am glad
to make the moon and my shadow
into friends, but then when
I have drunk too much, we
all part; yet these are
friends I can always count on
these who have no emotion
whatsoever; I hope that one day
we three will meet again,
deep in the Milky Way.

Li Po

When the Day came

When the Day came --
The Day I had lived and died for --
The Day that is not in any calendar --
Clouds heavy with love
Showered me with wild abundance.
Inside me, my soul was drenched.
Around me, even the desert grew green ~ Kabir

Saturday, 12 May 2012


Cut to shreds-
Speed the bleeding;

Memory serves well
To be able to hide-

The time lost;

That which passed
With the healing-

Tortured footsteps,
Against killing

~J. Bibi

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

The Blackbirds

Yes it's true, we heard the news; the blackbirds did die,
As we stood incredulous and watched them fall from the sky-
I'm confused and I really don't know why,
but I'm sure I heard- not the few but many- cry;
We are the many and not the few but still we're shy
Is it because we are blind to truth and believe every lie?
Weakened through disbelief and ignorance, to not even try?
As we walk through the road of life, we unwittingly say goodbye,
With every heartbeat and through every sigh-
We live in slow-motion, losing the ability to fly.

J. Bibi

Wu Men, Chinese poet, 1183-1260

One Instant is eternity;
eternity is the now.
When you see through this one instant,
you see through the one who sees.

. Wu Men

The Great Way has no gate;
there are a thousand paths to it.
If you pass through the barrier,
you walk the universe alone.
 ~ Wu Men

Monday, 7 May 2012

Clear Mind

Hard as it is and to hurt as much as it does,
The bare lies are the worst of all afflictions-
To the clear mind and calm soul, clarity grows,
As a horizon of hopelessness does show the way-
There is no need for hateful distinctions-
As distractions always dictate the state of play,
Of minuscule proportions are the biggest liars-
Manipulated are the insecure with base emotions,
Pointing away from light and always towards fake fires-
Within the forests in which we get lost through misty hollows.


Hope and Things

Hard are the lies of liberation, as amongst the forests of hibernation,
Are the sleeping awakened from slumber by the receding rolls of thunder
As the bright skies beckon blue in a lullaby wonderland that softly cries,
The irreverent rainbow smiles coldly upon lands wrought with destruction
The eternal quests of man's powerlust scream mass murder infernal.
As watchers learn in silence the lessons of every period of demonic violence
The days of summer belie sometimes the truth of that which must die
From every pit of hell emerge survivors of faith and hope, with tales to tell.


Saturday, 5 May 2012

Comfort to Think

The fires burning in the coldest wilderness,
Are in danger of being extinguished in a blink-
The landscapes of frozen fate, crave a forgiveness
As the ice melts to allow the lost traveller a drink,
From the planet of no regrets and restfulness-
The feast of wisdom and the comfort to think.


Thursday, 3 May 2012

Border Campaigning

 The bow you carry should be strong,
The shaft you use be long.
Aim at the rider's horse: the King
Of brigands first to justice bring.
So shall both slaughter lessened be,
And States keep their integrity.
If raid and foray you can quell,
What need for carnage fell?

~  Tu Fu


As the gregarious clouds,
Comfort the parched skin-
Of lands dying,

Let the finesse of downpours-

Renew the hungered heart-
Of mortal living.

Fresh breeze speed sunlight,
Towards the cimmerian space-
Of souls healing.


Wednesday, 2 May 2012

War and Peace ~ Sri Chinmoy

Man invents war. Man discovers peace.
He invents war from without.
He discovers peace from within.
War man throws. Peace man sows.
The smile of war is the flood of human blood.
The smile of peace is the love, below, above.  
Peace is the whole truth that wishes to enrapture humanity.
War is the whole falsehood that wants to capture humanity.
Peace begins in the soul and ends in the heart.
War begins in the mind and ends in the body.  
War forgets peace. Peace forgives war.
War is the death of the life human. Peace is the birth of the Life Divine.
Our vital passions want war.
Our psychic emotions desire peace.
War is clear futility in dire spear-stupidity.
Peace is flowing infinity in glowing eternity.  
Man seeks war when he thinks that the world is not his.
Man invites war when he feels that he can conquer the world.
Man proclaims war when he dreams
That the world has already surrendered to him.  
Man seeks peace because his earthly existence desperately needs it.
Man welcomes peace because he feels     
     that in peace alone is his life of achievement and fulfilment.
 Man spreads peace because he wants to transcend death.  
The animal in man wars against peace in the outer world,
       in the world of conflicting ideas.
The divine in man wars against ignorance in the inner world,
       in the world of mounting ideals.  
The animal in man wants war for the sake of war,
       war to devour the snoring world.
The divine in man wants peace for the sake of peace,
       peace to feed the hungry world

Tuesday, 1 May 2012


            Let the words shine like torches to lead the way,
            Let the people rise up and begin to fight for what they believe;
            In the darkness of the moments, where despair did hope drown-
            The killing theatres of buried souls; upon whom destiny did frown,
            The nights grow long and weary as frustrations and angers grow,
            Where ignorance rules and only the few, the truth actually know-
             Beware the instigators and the infiltrators- bought for desires:
             To obfuscate the clarity towards reconciliation's, until the raging fires,
             Allow for ambitions to be fulfilled, as all opposition is killed.
                                                                                   -  J. Bibi

Song of the flower

I am a kind word uttered and repeated
By the voice of Nature;
I am a star fallen from the
Blue tent upon the green carpet.
I am the daughter of the elements
With whom Winter conceived;
To whom Spring gave birth; I was
Reared in the lap of Summer and I
Slept in the bed of Autumn.

At dawn I unite with the breeze
To announce the coming of light;
At eventide I join the birds
In bidding the light farewell.

The plains are decorated with
My beautiful colors, and the air
Is scented with my fragrance.

As I embrace Slumber the eyes of
Night watch over me, and as I
Awaken I stare at the sun, which is
The only eye of the day.

I drink dew for wine, and hearken to
The voices of the birds, and dance
To the rhythmic swaying of the grass.

I am the lover's gift; I am the wedding wreath;
I am the memory of a moment of happiness;
I am the last gift of the living to the dead;
I am a part of joy and a part of sorrow.

But I look up high to see only the light,
And never look down to see my shadow.
This is wisdom which man must learn.

~ Khalil Gibran