One & Same

My dear friends, my readers. How have you been? A whole year has gone and a new one has started. Well, life goes on, people come into this world, and some leave, oh, so suddenly. The year ends with  celebration and also starts with it. There have been many who have had success and many innocents who have lost lives, and continue to do so. Why this conflict, why such pain we cause for each other? Does not our heart beat the same, the breath we take is the same, our mind is composed of the same emotions? We ALL feel happy ,sad, and frightened. We ALL lose hope, gain faith and conviction? We are in this together and together we must encourage change for the better. We need to think what a world are we leaving for our children?

Thus , today I post a poem, pondering about our existence and how we may be doing different things and live in different parts of the world, but we are ALL fundamentally the same. Many have done research, written books and poetry to ultimately come to the conclusion that we all are the same!

So, as I brew myself lotsa lovely coffee, and have some serious thoughts.Do enjoy this poem of mine.

One & Same

Ten fingers and ten toes,

Two eyes ,two ears,

And one nose.

In all the poetry and in all the prose,

Who are we?

No one knows?

No one Know!

Over oceans,

Over mountains,

Inside earth,

And outer space,

Whose are these hands?

These animals?

These clothes?

These wings?

Who is this face?

Our own story we try to trace,

Did we come form monkeys, earth or out of space?

Dig this place, dig that place!

 

Talk and talk, debate, debate!

 

Who are we?

Who were we?

Use psychology,

History,

Geography,

Sociology,

Economics and

Technology,

Who are we? Who are we?

A thousands of years of existence ,

And still we ask ,who are we?

 

Isn’t it very plain to see?

Two arms,

Two feet,

One heart that beats,

One brain,

And thirty two white teeth!

All same,

All same!

For Heavens sake!

And in your Gods name!

We are all , all same!

In all wars,

In all chains,

In all busses,

In all trains,

We are one,

We are same,

 

So,

Let us throw away, our selfish claims!

 

Raise hands,

And proudly proclaim, to me, you and He( or she)

We are ONE,

We are the SAME.

 

 

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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