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Wednesday, 19 November 2014
Health
Give something healthy
To the body
To the mind
And to the soul
Everyday
Rule the taste buds
Never let them be
Your lord
You are not the body, are you?
Be the ring master
Lash your mind
To go through
The fiery rings of restrain
If a tiger can do that with flames
Is a human a lesser being?
Practice is the key
And knowledge is mind’s food
Be selective for the mind’s diet
It should listen to us
For you are not the mind, are you?
Select dawn and dusk
To be with the soul
Feed it with the soft hued sky
Don’t be surprised
If events made of words
Want to play as pranksters
Frighten, excite or annoy you
Let the belligerent words
Rise out of the blue
Let them jostle and fight
Let them raise a hue and cry
Let Paris elope with Helen
Let a Kurukshetra happen
Be the witness
Simply a witness
Keep a watch
For a long time
Be amazed at the power of words
But don’t you ever mingle with them
Why should you?
You are not words, are you?
Keep a distance
And see how one day
All these fizzy thoughts
Burst into nothingness
All the waves recede
Tranquility reigns
And omnipotent Dweller
Of the body shines
Tuesday, 18 November 2014
Identity
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If you ask me who I am
I’d say a rivulet perhaps
Originated from love’s paradise
Flowing all life
Discovering surprising bends
Towards an unknown infinity
With the dream
Of giving up this identity
To become one with it
I have sung
Danced
Mingled with many a stream
Our kinds varied
Nevertheless we grew
Together we made this journey smooth
Over jagged rocks
I have moaned
Even have frozen
Suffered separation
When parts of me
Branched out
At different times
Taking new course
But the flow is not without joy
I’ve loved this life
In this long pilgrimage
I have seen the sunrise
The moonlit silver streams
And also a Pole Star
My wavy notes dream
Of never losing the way
Into
some dreary deserts
Rather as the time will draw near
Let the dark sky twinkle
With the hope
Of touching the Infinite One
Posted for Brian’s prompt
Identity @ Poetry Jam
Monday, 17 November 2014
Sunday, 16 November 2014
Love in the Time of War
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When little hands pick food
crumbs
Cities bellow fire and wrath
Death promises a visit to all
homes
The busy Swans’ shenanigans
Petrify all sobbing Ledas*
We see old peasants till lands
Youths drown in their beloved’s
eye
Life dances out of dark wombs
White shroud begins to melt
Crocuses smile all over
*Leda and the Swan is a story and
subject in art from Greek mythology in which the god Zeus, in the form of
a swan, seduces or
rapes Leda. Wikipedia
Posted for Kerry’s SundayMini-Challenge ~ In Other Words @ Real Toads
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ PoetsUnited
The poem is also inspired by
Thomas Hardy’s In Time of ‘The Breaking of Nations’
Wednesday, 12 November 2014
What Swims
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Amazing!!
They are swimming!!
One year old babes!
Swimming!
Amazing!!
Amazing is this human race!
They can kill their own kind
And burn their face!
An unpredictable kind
No one knows
What thoughts swim in minds
May be a gigantic mushroom
Snuffing out all life
Or
Birthing of a Christ!!
Posted for Susan’s Midweek Motif~ Swimming @ PU
Tuesday, 11 November 2014
Dream
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My heart beats with you
When you rise
From the waves
Of golden mustard field
And dance
Twinkle twinkle
Bollywood star
How I wonder
What you are
Million hearts
Laugh, cry and sing with you
I tell you
You are made of moonlight
You say, “Sweat”
Up above the world
So high
Your hearts shine
In the sky
Your words are ours
We gift them to our loved ones
I tell you
You are made of dream
You say, “Industry”
When the blazing sun
Is gone
When nothing
Shines upon
Our dark cottages gasp for a
little air
You gift us a sky to breathe in
I tell you
You are made of grace
You say “your love”
You do show your
Magic light
Twinkle twinkle
All the night
Bollywood stars of Hindi films
have been entertaining millions of people for one hundred years now. Films of
all genres have been made. Romantic flicks with delightful songs and dances
that make the mass forget their sorrows for the time being are all time
favorites. The film industry churns out bucks for many a mouth. I’ve included
two videos: one is on Indian heart throbs Mr. Shah Rukh Khan & Ms. Madhuri
Dikshit singing & dancing in the film “Dil
To Pagal hai (Crazy heart)” and the other is Mr. Raj Kapoor, the great
showman of Hindi cinema, singing in the film “Shree 420(Mr. 420, section 420 of
the Indian Penal Code covers offences relating to cheating and dishonestly
inducing delivery of property and leads to punishments or fine and / or jail
terms of up to 7 years). Hope you enjoy the songs and language poses no bar.
Posted for the prompt
Dream @ Poetry Jam
Saturday, 8 November 2014
To a Hate Campaigner
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I see a man walking on fire
Fire in the shape of words
Rolling down his tongue
Through the lava tube of the
frail body
There is a volcanic flow
24 x 7
In the stormy Phlegethon*
He is drowning
And burning out
Drifting away
From the magic of life
Where water is love
If I had that power
I would make a littoral cave
In his blazing heart
So that he might croon
In spring flower phrase
And change the storm into a zephyr
I want him to sing
“Grant me my day
so I might yet search myself
and weep for love of myself”
A phoenix**
never fails
To rise from its ash
*In Greek mythology it is a stream of fire flowing in
the infernal region of the underworld.
**I like to believe that a man always learns from his
mistakes because he is a man.
Posted for Grace’s
hosting Sunday’s Mini-Challenge: Salvatore Quasimodo @ Real Toads
&
Shared with Poetry Pantry @ Poets United
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