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 2)

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Gritted teeth and clenched fist

Fighting all odds

Ones own destiny to be made

With some help from God

Race against time

Walk against wind

Penniless nights

Through hell and partly singed

......to be continued.

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

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!