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Writing Poetry…

Writing Poetry…

Writing poetry is like the newborn draughts of ecstatic wind; kissing the innocuous cluster of green leaves; with the most uninhibited ardor and camaraderie of all times,

Writing poetry is like the soul wholesomely cleansing itself of even the most inadvertently committed of its sins; as it blended with the beats of magical verse; which transcended over every religion; caste; creed; color and tribe,

Writing poetry is like a bird exuberantly flapping its wings; having just being released from years of insidious captivity;  and now ready to commence upon its most royal flight,

Writing poetry is like the queenly droplet of glistening More >

The most treasured thing for my heart

The most treasured thing for an ocean; was its unending flurry of swirling waves,

The most treasured thing for a bird soaring astronomically high in blue sky; was her clusters of eggs handsomely stacked in the nest,

The most treasured thing for the ominous network of black clouds; was its king sized droplets of revitalizing rain,

The most treasured thing for the majestic lioness; was her tiny and mischievous little cub sleeping innocently in the den,

The most treasured thing for the eyeball; was its glistening coat of moisture; shimmering splendidly under the blazing Sun,

The most treasured thing for a cup of sizzling coffee; More >

Mujse mat pooch

Mujse mat pooch ki kyun aankh jhuka li maine, teri tasveer thi jo tujhse chupa li maine,

jis pe likha tha ki tu mere muqaddar mein nahi, apne maathe ki woh tehreer mita li meine,

har janm sabko yahaan sachha pyaar kahaan milta hai, teri chaahat mein to umr bita li meine,

mujhko jaane kahaan ehsaas mere le jaayein, waqt ke haathon se ek nazm utha li meine,

ghere rehti hai mujhe ek anokhi khushbu, teri yaadon se har ek saans saja li meine,

jiske sheron ko woh sunke bahut roya tha, bas wohi ek ghazal sabse chupa li meine.

http://sumanpisces.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/10/mujse-mat-pooch.htm

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Time

Each moment is filled with a magic of it’s own;

An endless romance with time

Nurture the seeds that you have sown

they will grow into forests divine

Let tinsel fall upon those tears

and turn them into pearl

Let rosy lips sing a song

of happy yesteryears

For yesterday was’nt far away

not far from what lies tomorrow

A hundred years cannot undo

What went by as lonely sorrow

http://mallipooh.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/10/time.htm

WITHIN AND WITHOUT -POETRY

I feel a flame within Which torments me That it both pains my heart And yet contains me

I feel an empty space In my heart within Will what flew out Come back and rest in me?

I feel the rustling air Bring a chill within Fear of what has been Fear of what will be.

I feel the flowing water Like tears within Weeping steady and silent Will they reach its source?

I feel the solid earth Growing roots within Deep in search of love Will they touch and anchor?

First appeared as Prize winner in The Sunday Brunch Edition of Asian Age dated More >

Words

 

Words in the black and white

Speak so much to you

May it be a dawn or night

Always they are quick and cue.

 

They enjoy the joy among us

Enjoy our teasing too

They listen to sob of ours

A lot is hidden, words so few.

 

What is in the world so new?

Naught enjoyable, without you

Words are my, only crew

Crossing the sea’s swinging slew.

 

Empty steps like wordless fuss

Killing silence, notching rue

Pricey words are history thus

Words are now with wings that flew.

 

Words are even naughty bright.

Too they are mischievous few.

Some compel to speak them right.

Some persist for your lovely view.

 

On your path I fix my sight.

I even envy More >

The Grand Design

Above is the second picture for Express Yourself # 34.  This building certainly has a grand desiign.  In 1970, something I heard on the news changed my life; it got me thinking about the grand design of this universe.

 

 

Into the Light, by Harry Kottler, 2006, 18”x24”, acrylic and collage on clayboard

 

 

The Grand Design

 

 

by Harry Kottler

As a child, my sister perished

And I had two friends who died, too.

The Lord Divine I had cherished.

Now I doubted He was true.

 

In my twenties, my doubt doubled

Midst America’s political strife.

My heart was sick, and my mind was troubled.

I longed to know how to live More >

Come Undone

Come undone

In our lives full of lies

Some who cheated

Some who were defeated

We’re little killers, we hide

Behind pretty faces

How I love to strip you

Naked, do you mind?

I want to see your insides

Does it pain?

Like heartbreaks do

When you lover died

Did you wonder if you’ll make it through?

And what about your mother

Who stood by the door crying?

When you chose to be

Honest to yourself who was defying

Ever childhood truth unlearnt

You want to know how it felt to be burnt

Before you could even

Begin to feel purged

How could I, you sing

Begin to control the urge?

When it rains

And shadows dance

Old sins, they come revisiting -

You face them More >

Good Morning !!

As the dawn breaks

Spreading its light,

Sparkling dew droplets,

Chirping of the birds,

Chime from the temple

Creating divine melody in the air,

Colorful blossoms smiling,

Cool serene breeze blowing,

Make my heart feel like

Spreading my wings of dreams

And grab new opportunities,

To make me experience my existence

At the time day winds up.

My heart want to say

“GOOD MORNING DEAR”

 

http://geets.sulekha.com/blog/post/2008/09/good-morning.htm

Dosti(A hindi poem)

Dosti Dosti naam hai sukh-dukh ke afsaane ka.

 

Yeh raaz hai sada muskuraane ka.

 

Yeh pal do pal ki rishtedaari nahi.

 

Yeh to farz hai umr bhar nibhaane ka.

 

 

Zindagi mein aakar kabhi na vaapas jaane ka.

 

Najaane kyu ek ajeeb si dor mein bandh jaane ka.

 

Ismein hoti nahi hain shartein.

 

Yeh to naam hai khud ek shart mein bandh jaane ka.

 

Yeh to farz hai umr bhar nibhaane ka.

 

 

Dosti dard nahi rone rulane ka.

 

Yeh to armaan hai ek khushi ke ashiyaane ka.

 

Ise kaanta na samajhna koi.

 

Yeh to phool hai Zindagi ki raahon ko mehkaane ka.

 

Yeh to farz hai umr bhar nibhaane ka.

 

 

Dosti naam hai doston mein More >