Dead Thoughts

During poignant thoughts and vacant moments,

What do we do?

We practice self destruction with expertise!

Refilling the half empty vessels in the mind ,

With foolish thoughts that overflow from the brim,

In times of perpetual nights,

Do you refuse to see the sun?

Refuse to see the distant birds and rivers that flow?

The river flows between us like a song,

I on one side you on the other,

I hear the bustling joys and laughter, what do you hear?

But, only drowning shrieks and moans?

Our thoughts and pains and past already dead and gone, we refuse to bury,

Why? Least we feel guilty of being happy, again?

And there we go again…,

Exhuming the dead past and examining it, over and over again like an autopsy,

Sifting through the dirt and bones, like a madman, till the Bones cry out!

The Bones cry out: ‘Oh Please stop! Let me rest in peace, will you?’

Still, we continue like Vultures, circle and swoop down, pick out, and

feed on the rotten flesh and bones,

The Dead Flesh cries out: ‘Oh !Please stop! Haven’t you had your fill ,till your juices churned with revulsion?

‘Let me please dissipate into the morning sun and the blue sky!’

‘Stop feeding on me!’

The past, pains and memories want to let go off YOU and so thus YOU must let go of THEM too!

Set them free! And so shall you be!

Will you?

Tell me ….NOW.. do you hear the birds sing and the bubbling river in its course?,

Feel the sun and the magic in the sky?

Or are you still hearing the shrieks and groans and feel the dampness in the air?

His Footsteps and Her Yellow Garland For Her Gods

The footsteps that remain on the sand fleet away,leaving no traces of the person who once was, an impression,a memory,
Some would utter and reminisce
"he would walk this way to work, turn around and wave to her,
And she would forever wait for him,
Pick flowers in her garden to string together a yellow garland for her Gods and Their blessings,
Their protection for him to be safe,
For her to hear his swift and strong footsteps back home ,
For the bell to ring,
For having a warm meal together,
For the playful night to come,
For the happy sun to rise ,
For him to wave to her,
For her to forever wait for him,
For her to pick flowers in her garden so that she could string together a yellow garland for her Gods."
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Two Hands Together or Two Hands Apart?

Did you pray today?

Were you thankful or did  you ask for more?

With two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you give today,or did you take?

With two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you lend a helping hand,

Or did you cross someone’s path?

Did you trip over your lies,

and held yourself from falling?

Or is it that you tore yourself to pieces?

With two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you stop and listen to someone’s pain in their laughter?

Or the hurt in someone’s nastiness?

Or fear in someone’s bitchiness?

Or the insecurities in someone’s nod and a shake of hands?

Were those two hands together or two hands apart?

Did you hear the storm coming?

Or hear the winds blow and see the lightening strike?

Did you hear the leaves sounding like the waves of the sea,

and the Sea sounding like the leaves on the trees?

Did you try and put your hands into the Ocean to reach the bottom?

Or grabbed all the sand into your fist, which slipped on to your toes?

Did you raise your hand to stop the setting of the sun?

Or tried to grab and hold on to a beautiful moment as it passed away,

With two hands together or two hands apart?

With two hands together or two hands apart,

We can hold hands that show us the way, the way to a better start,

It is up to us now my friends,

We walk hand in hand together or tear each other apart?

Will & Success ( Part 3)

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With a will as a rock,

A desire a deep ocean,

Mind like the sky,

Spirit of the sun,

Starts the success in motion

The flame now roars,

Now having reached the world shores,

Many defeats,

Make the success a sweet lore,

An enormous feeling even the more,

But......

To be continued....

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