People of The World Unite

People of the world unite

seek to join the one true fight

think not of what is yours alone

but that of which we jointly own

Can we truly survive in isolation

torn apart nation from nation

learn a lesson one and all

United we stand, divided we fall

When all is said and done

we need the same as everyone

To be safe and warm and fed

To have a place to lay our head

We want to see our children grow

To watch what decency they show

See them strong and sure

Knowing their future is secure

In God our father we are related

when all our differences are debated

are we not all of flesh and blood

Striving for what we know is good

Can we see ourselves in others

open our hearts to all our brothers

and sisters too, like me and you

striving for what we see is true

Why don't we take our destiny

mould it to suit you and me

Lets give and take and live in peace

work so hostilities may cease

Are we so different you and I

when we're sad do we not cry

When we are hurt do we not bleed

In fear we beg God to intercede

If Gods our father are we not family

All branches of that favoured tree

better we embrace our similarities

find common ground for to please

Cry all for peace and harmony

justice, freedom and equality

Let us savour that sensation

Pass these gifts to every Nation

To be as one what will it take

Be vigilant make no mistake

We of the world to stay alive

Only through peace will we survive.

Carol Selva

April 2007

That's love

Tenderness within a kiss

Laughter smiling loving bliss

one who loves knows all of this

When you can put another first

your future in their eyes immersed

be it blessed or be it cursed

Your soul is not now your own

Two into one have grown

you cannot bear to be alone

Life seems so much brighter

Problems appear lighter

Distances seem slighter

A man in love becomes a king

tho tuneless his heart can sing

Peace to chaos love can bring

A woman in love becomes a Queen

singing within her soul supreme

reaching out towards a dream

When compassion you regain

and you feel another's pain

contemplative loss drives you insane

One moment up, the next down

At once a tiger and a clown

instant laughter instant frown

Emotions they rush and flow

Onwards, upwards down you go

How you'll feel you never know

Sometimes cocooned in elation

sensing every crisp sensation

then to writhe in devastation

That's love!!!

CAROL SELVA

(Bolton, Easter Sunday 2007)

Friendship

Whats that all about

How do we figure it out

Diverse as it can be

Across every nationality

Anyone can be a pal

whether a guy or a gal

Its all about attitude

be it lady or a dude

links are forged in a trice

if the person treats you nice

its a meeting of mind

hopefully over a lifetime

You find something to discuss

then it becomes an us

not me alone or you

we become a friendly two

sharing life's ups n downs

it's laughter and it's frowns

We may meet or not

its about what we've got

in common or in diverse

you are rhyme i am verse

that's what makes it a link

and stimulates us both to think

Share our thoughts and our fear

a true friend is ever here

not minding if you speak or not

contact a little or a lot

we are one yet also apart

ever present in the heart

CAROL SELVA

On PC

Now I wonder where I stand

on PC in 'Plastic land'

amazed at all those on here

without hope, or wrought of fear.

Come all you who need a friend

those who want the pain to end

I will listen and advise,

help dry the tears in your eyes.

For what are we if alone and no ones there

Not another soul to care

If we live or if we die

If we fail or never try

to reach anther's heart

never bother to play our part.

How sad and empty

our souls will be.

Take some time for your brother

reach across unto another

can you see the pain within

the sad eyes belie the grin

stop and listen where you may

give a stranger the time of day

Let your soul reach where it may

take notice of some one this day.

I think my task here is defined

to champion those most maligned

the lonely and those out of grace

those do not have their place

those who life is put asunder

those whose faith has gone under

to raise them up again

and help them all heal their pain

CAROL SELVA

My Home

Its cozy and I love it so

my brown detached bungalow

You may think this absurd

but it's an original Hindi word

Maybe I am mistaken

maybe my memory is shaken

However if i can but wait

someone will agree or set me straight.

Or even start a hot debate

Behind lies miles of green

so vast I've never been

hardly set a foot inside

hardly had the time to bide.

Our barrier is a hedge of thorns

on which the cattle scrape their horns

lowly mooing in the morn

waiting to be milked or fed

while the neighbours are abed.

When the farmer's about we can tell

from the noise and the smell

That man sure raises hell

spreading all his muck about

when our washing is all out

when the day is soft and fine

hanging cleanly on the line.

Many times I have been sad

everything smells really bad

My favorite scene comes to

the soft glowing gentle hue

As the sun sinks from view

I see it orange across the sky

and darkened horses passing by

make stark contrast to the eye.

And from the dark eerie sounds

amidst secret places in the grounds

CAROL SELVA

Flights of Fancy

My horoscope said today

Let your imagination run away

It will take you to amazing places

so here follows on that basis....

I close my eyes and if I try

I'm peering down from the sky

watching the tides ebb and flow

several miles down below

I close my eyes and if I try

I am transported to Mumbai

breath in her colour and her spice

then off again in a trice

I close my eyes and if I try

I top the Himalayas high

Glimpse the heavenly peaks of snow

and onwards i swiftly go

I close my eyes and if I try

I am in Rome seven hills high

taste its beauty and history

then away to where i next will be

I close my eyes and if I try

I see the Ganges delta lie

bringing life to all that's dry

Then onwards I swiftly fly

I close my eyes and if I try

the Taj Mahal is now close by

Royalty in its splendour lie

and then I'm gone into the sky

I close my eyes and if I try

I feel my love my Spain

seeing mountain and her plain

only to take flight again

I close my eyes and if I try

I see my love stand nearby

I know now that I am home

never more this need to roam

CAROL SELVA

Surya's note: Please read a short introduction with a shorter bio of this poet in the earliest post of this blog. A constructive comment would be nice too.

Seasons

What do we think

when we think of spring

maybe a buzzing bee with sting

perhaps its flower power

a soft refreshing shower

light clouds over the tower

we see everything green

bursting buds on the scene

ever wonder where they've been

Now the nesting in the trees

hails the gentle summer breeze

as it freshens for the tease.

swallows glide high above

tiny lambs bleat and shove

to gain a touch of motherly love.

Birds atwitter build a nest

which lively breezes surely test.

Moving on the sun now high

Dominates the summer sky

under which worshippers lie.

flowers bloom in unison

nodding til the day is done

clothed in colour every one.

dominating scenery

their blush upon the greenery.

Gone is colour now it fades

silent now every glade

just a crinkle then a dash

something quickly scurries past

collecting seeds this and that

hoping its store will last.

The trees fall naked in their shame

nothing now remains the same.

Gone the yellows and the greens

and the sunny harvest scenes

where the day did begin

getting natures harvest in

Now comes the golden hue

the red, browns, bronzes too

that dominate the autumn tide

and to the ground softly glide.

Grey and cool debating

the point of natures waiting

for that of fiercer cold

the winter to behold.

The crisp and icy queen

now dominates the scene

but children love her still

hear their laughter shrill

Cannot get their fill

up dale and down hill

they slip and slide

shriek and glide

red faced and puffed out

merrily to friends they shout

this is what life's about

of that they have no doubt

Happily frolicking in the snow

until tired homeward they go

gentle snow upon the ground

softly dulls sense of sound

Soon it will revolve again

nothing ever stays the same

life and seasons as we know

are a never ending flow.

CAROL SELVA

Surya's note: Please read a short introduction with a shorter bio of this poet in the earliest post of this blog. A constructive comment would be nice too.