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?