poetry
Writing Poetry…
Dec 15th
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
Oct 17th
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
Oct 13th
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
More >Time
Oct 13th
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
Sep 16th
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
Sep 12th
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
Sep 10th
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
Sep 10th
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 !!
Sep 9th
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)
Sep 9th
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 >