I am You

Hello my friends my readers! A long refreshing break and I am back! It’s  three months well spent in complete internet detox! To those who are still reading- here goes… it’s pretty long one this post! Well, last I disconnected from the blog the next day I heard of the God Particle being discovered! …….Ok, so life went on and the problems still remain!! So discovering the ‘Goddamn Particle ‘ didn’t help much... huh ..did it? I suppose it just proves that whatever that already exists is always present and we need to discover it- dis cover/uncover. So I tried to 'discover' myself in these three four odd months. Well a writer ( At least I think  I am - ahem!) is as good as what he reads so I read some amazing books which I will discuss On My Coffee Table page above. Read Dan Brown I wonder what he has to say of the ancient, still half deciphered symbols/script of the Indus Valley Civilization?  

Reading cleared a lot of cluttering of creative thought in the mind, it just opened the Doors of Perception—ring a bell anyone? The electric poet? Jim Morrison- Doors! So, yes, I reheard Jim Morrison, Bob Marley, Janis Joplin et al(Have kids today even heard of them, I wonder..?) And NO! I Did not see a Red Indian in my dreams like Morrison!  Then, my fingers became restless and I painted a portrait of Diana of the Hunt. Why? I don’t know, maybe I just felt like killing a whole lot of people???? Well, yes I am no great artist but I am going through a phase of reading and painting mythical people, before, it was an overflow of poetry!!!

So, self discovery has taken a time of three months which is like I suppose equivalent to three years on the internet! Hey, the world is still the nasty place it was with some instances of goodness still making it worth while to live- that's the power of goodness! So the poem I wrote is on a philosophical level. Very internal in nature speculating on oneness of people/ humanity and the search of goodness-me being disturbed by all the revolutions, gun killings and lies around the world. I have tried to bring a meditative level, it is written as if a hidden voice or the soul or scripture talking in the mind- I know, I Know tooo much nah, but hey if you have read so far might as well go on and read my poem!

So, thank you for scrolling down- hope you enjoy the random thoughts in this poem of mine!.... Coffee anyone?

I Am You

I am you and you are me,

I am in all and all are in me,

Like a lotus flower blooming in the mud,

And the sunlight hitting the morning due,

Search and find me in that instance,

That sudden flash of light,

I shall reveal to you,

 

I  will slink into your soul,

And breathe my Spirit in your air,

The soul ever restless and searching for the light,

I was, I am and shall always will be, unseen to the foolish ones sight,

Before ,now and then after for eternity,

Your sons, daughters, fathers, brothers and all other ‘You’s’ will be same to me ,

I have seen and will see,

In the ether I will be,

Formless, colourless, and indistructable,

Atoms, dimensions, or strings? Call me what you want,

See me the way you want;

Seek me in the Sun,

Seek me in the Moon,

Seek me in the Star,

Seek me in the Cross,

But try to seek and see me,

As I am and as I shall be,

Always present,

Always free,

Always in your image.

 

Into an Abyss and Out

Hello my friends my dear readers! Where I am located-it is the sweltering heat and humidity which is on- burning up my laptop! Well today’s poem comes straight from one of my ‘fits of fury’ unleashed on the whole wide world! Well , all of us have ‘those ‘ moments when we want to just smash anyone and anything that seems so unfair! So much so the  more writers /painters/singers/musicians –all mostly people who think with the heart first than the head! And YES , I admit I am a women and we do have such moments too often! My husband generally jokes that I have a bi polar disorder- which most creative people have- but it doesn’t mean that if you don’t have it and you write well you should sulk over it!!!! Or like most creative people you also don’t need to go mad or be in abject poverty to be known as a good artist! Yes, there are people who feel as if something is missing if they don’t have pain. So this poem was written during my ‘one of those’ - moods when emotions go up and down and all around. I later modified the poem on visual structure –that is- I positioned the words and letters in a way to convey my emotions the best way- -----

So I hope it has effect. Do let me know what you think? So here I go make myself a lovely chocolate, coffee and vanilla ice cream smoothie! Bye & Enjoy!

Into an Abyss and Out

And thus I go on,

 rambling on,

and ranting on,

Like

a          river over a,

Downward, hilly valley,

Cutting through rocks, stones,

Rushing over banks to flow finally in the deep blue.

And thus, I go on,

My view of the world outside in,

On one point I and the rest,

A merry go round,

All insides up and down,

All nerves bursting to

SHOUT!

And thus, I go on,

Falling.

And falling,

And falling,

Falling,

Deeper,

And deeper,

And deeper,

Deeper,

Twisting, twisting, and twisting

Turning and turning,  

down

Into an abyss

I fall into an abyss,

Getting all sucked in and,

Waiting for the moment,

To be SPIT OUT of ,

This VACCUM OF VIOLENT FEELINGS!

Silent,

Yet waiting to ERRUPT ANY MOMENT!

I wait,

To be thrown out and rebound high,

To WHIP and VANQUISH deceit, disloyal persons and things,

And all that is,

UNFAITHFUL, UNTRUE, AND UNFAIR!

I wish,

To PLUMMET and STRIKE out,

All those who play games, and cause despair to others,

To plant good seeds,

To Colour with a paint of goodness and truth

To Say and hear lovely thoughts, and,

To See kindness and compassion,

To hear truths,

To make things better,

To be peaceful,

To be quiet,

To be thoughtful,

To be kind,

And then just………

To be me.

May Gods

Hello my friends, my readers! Spring had come and delighted us, and now the hot hot months are soon to arrive. The poetry website http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot/ got me searching on the various poems written on spring. I went through all the great poets of mainly the Romantic era, and found to my dismay not one poem which would capture spring in all its glory! I was surprised! Most poets have written in Spring but their best poems have been about autumn! If you look at some of Van Gogh’s paintings they too don’t capture the exact colors of spring, but his harvest paintings and those in autumn are some of the finest!  Check out great painters:

http://www.wikipaintings.org/en/paul-cezanne/the-four-seasons-spring-1861

http://blog.vangoghgallery.com/index.php/2011/03/22/van-gogh-in-spring/

Some great poets : http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/To_Autumn

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I_Wandered_Lonely_as_a_Cloud

http://poetry.about.com/library/weekly/bldickinsonspring.htm

Maybe I lack the literary knowledge. But maybe it is also because Spring itself is so pristine and beautiful that it is difficult to capture it in words or colors or song? It is too perfect a God’s creation for us humans to replicate, I guess. Whenever I see the new flowers, the leaves and the blooms, I wonder, would Heaven be like this? In India for most people Spring comes with its traditional days celebrated with Holi, Gudi Padwa, Baisakhi etc, and then we enter the hot and scorching months of May. Mid May onwards is the worst, in which we all feel, literally sapped off, of our energies, and we all pray for the dark clouds to come with a bit of rain as relief and later the early Monsoon showers.

So, today I post my poem on Spring & Summer and the wish for the start of the Monsoon. I have written it in a theatrical way describing the heat and then the rain, there is also a lot of personification. Also, the last line from the first stanza, has, I think come from the subconscious level after reading some poem of Shakespeare long time ago, if you happen to know the poem do let me know. Enjoy my poem and I will go and roast some coffee beans!

May Gods….. Help Us!

The Sun gold,

Shines so bright,

On the first day of May,

The flowers bloom their colors, scents and lights,

and the birds sing twitters gay,

Welcoming the Summer Gods and Springs,

And the darling buds of May!

The days go on, on and on, hot and warm,

Our spirits are going dry,

We pray to the mighty, clear blue Sky,

And hope Thunder God flies by,

Wind comes and blows her breath, sultry hot and then cold,

Bringing along her swarthy cloud friends all dancing in a tow,

The Clouds meet, the Thunder God comes,

and pours down,

from the heavens bowl,

Once the heavenly spirit falls down earth,

Nature starts to sway,

The Sun, the Wind, hear the music

and applaud the glorious play,

Soon God comes out through his colored arch,

and blesses the beautiful day,

‘This is just a glimpse of Heaven my children,

If you want to enter the Arch one day,

The Devil will close his door shut even,

If you don’t pray to me each day!

Enjoy this lovely day like heaven,

And the sunny month of May!’

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<聄dz>Check out some great Spring poems at website: http://gooseberrygoespoetic.blogspot.in/2012/04/poetry-picnic-week-31-nature-color-and.html

Getting High on the Mountains !

Hello my friends my readers! Am back from my travels! First I was setting up my house in order, then I was going up the mountains and playing golf! In between I changed states, followed elections, two people I knew passed away and one friend FINALLY got married, I attended a few ‘lah di dah’ parties, my kid passed his class to the next class- lower kindergarten. And of course, in between there was the mandatory bomb blast in India, and then one abroad,….. an earthquake, a fire, a celebrity death- Whitney Houston! Hmmmm……..Drugs=Death=Waste of life - Waste of talent.

So, this new year started with a lot of activity and change in general, they are saying it’s a year of a lot of spending and a lot of doom! Hey, that’s the fun of life isn’t it? You haven’t lived if you haven’t lived, I say! And yes, in all this I squeezed in some time to write some fresh poems! So here’s one coming hot from the oven! It’s about the mountains- cool, clean and magnificent. Spring was in the air  with all the colorful blooms on the trees, so I thought why not a fresh poem for all my friends?  The poem was written while looking at the Himalayan peaks of Trishul and Nandadevi- yes, the one some say is the highest point now.

(Have a Look: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nanda_Devi and http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trisul )

The poem is not written in a very philosophical tone or in awe, but in a manner very straightforward. I wish to convey the effect of the twists and turns on the mountain road and my destiny which keeps bringing me back to these majestic creations of God ! Enjoy! Gotta go………… my coffee’s getting cold!

The Mountains

Over twisting roads and hairpin bends, will these mountains ever leave me?

Over valleys, waterfalls, lakes and trees, will these mountains ever leave me?

Over bushes and thorny trees, crossing people, cars and birds, will these mountains ever leave me?

Over high roads, white shining peaks , people drinking hot tea and quaint houses, and hardy people with dry wood on their backs, will these mountains ever leave me?

A gush of wind, swaying trees, clapping leaves, as if to bring the sea so high to me, will these mountains ever leave me?

Mellow sunlight, blue skies, sudden rain and sudden frost, will these mountains ever leave me?

Again and again, I traverse through their ways, again and again, all over their sudden twists, dead ends and deep drops,

Again and again, through their villages, narrow lanes and by lanes, again and again, in the distance they wane, and gain and wane and gain, will these mountains ever leave me?

I go to the seven shores, the plains and visit the seven seas, again and again and again, to the ways, I already have known I climb again,

Will these mountains ever leave me?

 

Hello my readers, my friends, it will be one year in February that I would complete with this blog. It all has been very exciting this journey with my writing and the medium. I am so happy that I have got a space of my own to talk to all my friends and followers. Though a ‘dumbo’ when it comes to internet technology , I think am doing okay. Slow and steady, and I am happy with what I have achieved with all the travelling and family commitments.

In the same context I would like to THANK ALL MY FRIENDS AND READERS ! Thank You for all the support and comments, I always hope and pray not to disappoint any one of you and give you some good reading material. I hope I have been successful. A very Happy New Year to you all! Hope you achieve all that you have planned and break any fancy diet that you would like to start! Hey, life is too short ! Eat healthy, drink in moderation and enjoy!

So here is a poem for all my friends and readers,and all those whom I have left behind on moving town, as well as for the memories and time spent with all. So brew yourself some sweet sweet coffee and enjoy the short poem! Happy New Year to all!

Tomorrow

Good Times,

Good Memories,

Good Friends,

Are here today and gone tomorrow,

They come like a gust of wind,

And remain in our hearts,

Like a mark of an arrow,

Sweet Talk,

Sweet Thoughts,

Sweet Exchanges,

Remain sweet and sacred forever,

And memories make them sweeter,

They sustain us in our sorrows,

When we lose faith,

Feel lonely,

And dread the day after tomorrow,

Good Times,

Good Memories,

Good Friends,

Will be there for you,

Always and Tomorrow!