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The First
Songs
Following
Many a
Death:
‘Death Shall
Have No
Dominion in
Life’ But
Only Love
Shall Always
Eternally
Find Home:
Sunday: May
24: 2020:
Munayem
Mayenin |
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Sunday: May 24: 2020 || We can
only express our infinite
gratitude and thankfulness for
coming through many a death over
the last almost-three months,
suffering furiously violent and
aggressive illnesses combining
their mercilessly relentless
assaults one after the other to
bring an end to this
insignificant human existence,
COVID-19 to Pneumonia and
Further Complications. And all
that happened in the enforced
social abandonment where one was
left alone, abandoned, to get on
with it, all on one’s own,
absolutely, all alone: there is
nothing left for one: that is
the saddest and cruellest of
truth out of these three months.
Except, there was the Old
Santiago in Ernest Hemmingway’s
The Old Man and the Sea: Like
him, all, any and every human
soul shall forever be and
remain: that, what can be
destroyed to dust but can never
be defeated! The people of this
United Kingdom have proven this
in this enforced social
abandonment: nothing can ever
defeat the human soul and the
human spirit, despite the
endless march past of
innumerable deaths, tragedies,
sufferings, sorrows and
hardships. These are some of the
things, some of the songs, that
I have written, that would
resonate with the wonderful
people and humanity of this
United Kingdom and of the world,
that I would like to publish
today as a contemporary poet to
celebrate this human existence
and this human life: let it echo
through each human soul across
these British Isles and across
the world: ‘’Death shall have no
dominion in life’’ But only Love
shall always eternally find
Home: Maya be and Maya do for
Humanity is an infinity
unfolding itself: Munayem
Mayenin: Sunday: May 24: 2020
COVID-19: A Sonnet For All Souls
Fighting to Get Back Home
And a letter contains a
tear-written text written
From a waiting room where people
waited to go
But the soul that tore away in
tears could not do
So it writes in tears marring
the message in cries
Why do you cry soul why do you
tear unless you
Hurt unless you find your eyes
blurred with hot
Fluid blurring the view but why
does it do it this
Tearing apart why does it hurt
that it's impossible
To breathe for you love and all
that you have and
All that you are show you that
you do that you do
That you love for you have
nothing but these gems
To tell you to show you to take
you home to love
For these tears alone form your
home when you
Can not go home touching their
salt you are home
This
Infinite Lightness
I have become much with nothing
from nothing have I
Walked far and wide from east to
west north to south
From Exeter’s eternal time to
far northern onto the liberty
Of the Isle of Sky on Edinburgh
Bridge I drunk oceans and
Skies in the glass of the river
who thought herself a cool
Northern Mermaid as the seagulls
played over her spread
And the skies in the flurry of
coloured silence dazed about
Over the mountains where I
called out the heights I could
Reach and wrung all onto my
pen’s labyrinthine spreads
And reaches and I sought not
their assets or wealth nor did
I gather any but have learnt how
to love and in so doing I
Strove to become what love is
and for that grace that I learnt
To love and live as love I kneel
in praise for that is far much
For a soul to have ee hold this
infinite lightness of this lark
The Scarlet Rose-Rise
Many a decade would I have to
walk on to get to the point to
Look at this image of you
looking into this microscope
your
Right hand bent upwards as your
light-fluorescent fingers like
Rose-vines gently flowed over
the white of this device-magic
That I would come to wish that I
had the fortune to get you as
A gift to look at a neuron or a
tadpole or a whole membrane of
An onion the most beautiful
silver you would wish to look
but
It was not my gift to you before
which you stood in white and in
Your hair silence stuck itself
as a henna-bloom and your ears
held
The long earrings as they fell
over white as you held your gaze
onto
The nano-reality that took your
breath away a world beyond touch
You won’t know that as I came to
look at you I forgot to breathe
For how long I remember not but
this that in that luminous
lights’
Waterfalls you were the scarlet
rose-rise beating inside my soul
Ecology of Sorrows and
Sufferings
O this overwhelming ecology of
sorrows and sufferings in the
air
In homes and out-homes in-where
and out-where smells of fears
Tragedies many repeating
themselves in the silences of
morgues
Information lacks of loved ones
passing as if in a state of
sudden
Rough surge and rearrangement of
realities shifting swiftly they
Just got lost because in the new
arrangements the realities had
no
Space left for them to be
registered as variables being
there and
The tears and their sorrowful
wailing surge keep on spreading
Families know not quite a while
as to where their loved ones are
From morgues they end up at the
graves through the rushing
Not attended funerals no scope
to see and hold goodbyes spent
To gather some dust of crashing
realities to later on find
solace
Telling oneself yes we did bid
goodbye and get to say earth to
Earth and these seismic
papercuts spread raw-roughly
savaging
Lit-Yellow
The little bird has a yellow
around its neck in light
It catches fire and yellow
glimmers into lighter hues
And you stand as you look at
this tiny existence on
Mint green grass where shadows
of gravestones fell
Quietly as if shadows on green
eyes as if marks that
Speak of times hard and spaces
far apart away lost
And you linger in silence
waiting for the bird that is
Too soon it takes off and soon
gone and you stare at
The left empty space left
undisturbed no sign at all
Of its being there left not a
trace and with the gone
Bird still roaming inside your
boundless soul you
Carry on walking while the skies
cry blues in all out
Clouds and colds that yellow
bird keeps on going in
The endless fathomless spaces of
your soul lit-yellow
A
Conversation
There is…ask not what it is
But I must
Then you must
What is it that is there about
which I should not ask any
question
But you are asking a question
Yes I am
And what is the question
What is it that is there
Ah: what is it that is there…but
there is the ‘it’, isn’t there
Well yes but without the noun
there is no meaning to that
‘it’…
But does the ‘it’ not give a
sense that it is a ‘thing’ and
that it is not a ‘nothing’
It does but a thing could be
endless number of classes of
things in which there are sets
of things in which there are sub
sets and so on and so forth
before we get to a thing such as
a pin.
Well this it is not a pin…you
can be sure
Good that we now have
established the exclusion of the
pin but what is this thing that
is not a pin…
It is neither paper nor ink
That leaves out much
But if it were a pen
I would pick it up and place it
between my pointer and thumb and
ask you to give me some paper
So you have some paper…
And I shall write…
And what shall you write…
That it hurts…
Why does it hurt? Where does it
hurt? How does it hurt? How much
does it hurt?
It hurts because it otherwise
can not be and it hurts inside
the soul and it hurts like a
paper cut and how much does it
hurt for it is like the sun to
which the beginning the middle
and the end are all hurts…
That’s how much and that’s how
far and that’s how it does hurt?
But then this there is still
here but you have ceased to ask
as to what it is that is there
No I have not because I have
answered the question
You have
Yes. It is hurt: there is…hurt…
And why is there hurt?
Because there is love
And it hurts?
It does because it is a
double-folded path
Double-folded path
For it is and it does
It is and it does
Yes
But what is it and what does it
do: this love
It blooms
It blooms like a flower
Yes but the flower of light and
the flower of fire
Ah: the joy and the hurt
Yes the joy and the hurt
And one quite does not know
where one ends and the other
begins
Yes like tears of joy and tears
of being torn apart
And yet there is the same love
Yes one being the noun the other
verb
And what is the adjective for
them both
Want not anything back but give
infinitely throughout eternity
selflessly
So there it is…this love
Yes, that it is and that it does
and that it goes on as light and
as fire giving all eternity
Isn’t it magnificent that there
it is, this love, its noun, verb
and adjective
Absolutely so
And what shall we do
The pen
The paper
Hold the pen on the paper and
write
I have done
What have you written
I am
And what are you
Love
And what do you do
I do yes and deny no
Why
For I know no other way of
existing but that: selflessly
Then do…
|| Sunday:
May 24: 2020 || |
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The sun becoming light heat sound and fire among many other
things
In which matter-blooms spread into the spectrum one becoming
other
Other becoming another and all calls times that call for only
the space
The eternal says: what have you done and the answer is we have
been
The space is offered as proof where there is nothing but the
snakeskin
Hold silence swirling with water-marks of all that has been
stages and
Gazes and grazes and cuts and scalding and culling and burning
and
Blooming in rusts and dusts and falls and farthering and
lowering and
With the nano and mammoth seismic spread standing at the valley
of
The Himalaya looking up with an antian view to gaze the mighty
rise
Views of farther horizon still antian seemed and humble in
awe-quiet
Sung in silence the joys of being and the hurts of growing and
the love
In its infinity in the ecology of existence life and living
where a child is
All-eternal calling out: Look: That oak tree has caught a tangle
of light
: Munayem Mayenin: March 26: 2018:
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