I know, I know the wretched man,
You need something to eat.
I know, I know the rickshaw-puller
A lot of money you need.
I know, I know his sorrow is true
I know he is helpless.
I know that I should do a lot
To brighten the shrunken face.
But, oh my critics!
Please tell me now,
This case let you take-
Is my joy, not a truth?
Is it only fake?
Wednesday, March 14, 2007
A Sudden Feeling of a Morning
Oh, how the leaves of the cocoanut trees shine
After a shower of the previous night-
Oh, the nature! You look lustrous and fine,
Thanks a lot for showing such a sight.
From my window I just stare and stare
I feel the wet smell of the earth,
When your breeze comes to care
Me, it removes my mind’s dirt.
The leaves of all trees seem greener to me
My heart fills with your sweet smell,
I posses and rejoice your true glee
It casts on me a different spell.
Oh, the nature! Please hold my hand
Take me with you; please take my heart-
I want to enjoy the greener land
Then my journey of life will start.
After a shower of the previous night-
Oh, the nature! You look lustrous and fine,
Thanks a lot for showing such a sight.
From my window I just stare and stare
I feel the wet smell of the earth,
When your breeze comes to care
Me, it removes my mind’s dirt.
The leaves of all trees seem greener to me
My heart fills with your sweet smell,
I posses and rejoice your true glee
It casts on me a different spell.
Oh, the nature! Please hold my hand
Take me with you; please take my heart-
I want to enjoy the greener land
Then my journey of life will start.
To Them
To them,
The sweet flowers are to be sold
The sweetly singing birds to be killed
For they must earn a bit to live
To them, the life is very very cold.
They saw the soft sun in the morn
But day-by-day it turned so hot
Now they must pray, “Oh, the God
Please give me back the kindest dawn”
But, no no! Kind, the earth is not anymore
Tears are always not like pearls
So try to change your painful thoughts,
In a bright world you must explore.
So, please, name ‘Joy’ to all your pains
Give yourself a very bright look
It is very hard, though I know
I see in vision the soothing rains.
The sweet flowers are to be sold
The sweetly singing birds to be killed
For they must earn a bit to live
To them, the life is very very cold.
They saw the soft sun in the morn
But day-by-day it turned so hot
Now they must pray, “Oh, the God
Please give me back the kindest dawn”
But, no no! Kind, the earth is not anymore
Tears are always not like pearls
So try to change your painful thoughts,
In a bright world you must explore.
So, please, name ‘Joy’ to all your pains
Give yourself a very bright look
It is very hard, though I know
I see in vision the soothing rains.
To the Winter
Oh, the winter! My dearest season.
Why do I love you without any reason?
Oft, you seem a terrible curse
Calm is your morn, peace is your dusk.
Mystery is your fog, your colour is pale
Still my nights fill with dreamy tales.
Our nights are sweet I did think
I don’t know how the changes ring,
I think; they, having no name
Are you so kind and good to them?
Why do I love you without any reason?
Oft, you seem a terrible curse
Calm is your morn, peace is your dusk.
Mystery is your fog, your colour is pale
Still my nights fill with dreamy tales.
Our nights are sweet I did think
I don’t know how the changes ring,
I think; they, having no name
Are you so kind and good to them?
Tuesday, March 13, 2007
Feelings
Oh! An endless, vast lea now I see.
The soft summer morn now opened her
Dress, I see the shining star
On it, full of glorious glee.
How the cool breeze touches my skin!
Ah! Soothing softness now I feel,
My withered thoughts with joyance fill,
I see, this earth is quite clean.
I thought the skies are blue no more
All the roses are no more red
But, oh, you! You close the door
Of the way, I was led.
When I see all these again
Heavenly feeling touches me like rain.
The soft summer morn now opened her
Dress, I see the shining star
On it, full of glorious glee.
How the cool breeze touches my skin!
Ah! Soothing softness now I feel,
My withered thoughts with joyance fill,
I see, this earth is quite clean.
I thought the skies are blue no more
All the roses are no more red
But, oh, you! You close the door
Of the way, I was led.
When I see all these again
Heavenly feeling touches me like rain.
To Him
Far from the cities, far from the sound
Where the green grasses were all around,
He had his cottage; home sweet home
Which he made his little kingdom.
The blue mountain was not so far
In his home shone shining star,
The star of stars he had in him
Near his home flowed cool stream.
Strong son of the vast, blue hill
True smell of it he did feel,
From the small he went to the vast
He was good- and so all trust.
Soft and cool breeze touched his skin
The lustrous nature kissed his hand,
Pain of detachment he forgot
His name would always be written on sand.
Flakes of snow would sing for him
Birds would bid him a very good-bye,
Son of hills, whom he loved,
In his cool lap he will die.
Where the green grasses were all around,
He had his cottage; home sweet home
Which he made his little kingdom.
The blue mountain was not so far
In his home shone shining star,
The star of stars he had in him
Near his home flowed cool stream.
Strong son of the vast, blue hill
True smell of it he did feel,
From the small he went to the vast
He was good- and so all trust.
Soft and cool breeze touched his skin
The lustrous nature kissed his hand,
Pain of detachment he forgot
His name would always be written on sand.
Flakes of snow would sing for him
Birds would bid him a very good-bye,
Son of hills, whom he loved,
In his cool lap he will die.
To the Moon
Oh, the moon oh the silver moon!
Who made you so grand and good?
Oh the disc of gold! You are boon
Of my god! You are not rude!
The lonely cloud is like a bird
Rushing to you as if to kiss
You, when he gently heard
You call him by the song of bliss!
Dark patches on you, have you must!
With there magic you call us.
You don't cheat, you say, "Trust
All of them who cheat us"
None can judge you by feeble sense
Even I can't too, the master of fools!
You are bliss in my hour of pains
You are above all of rules.
But, oh the moon, oh the silver moon!
Tell me how I can be as you.
It is too hard in a Summer-Afternoon
To be a man in a great world, New.
I am no more, I lost me
My eyes are dry I shed no tear
But when I see you, you soothe me
Hope you are in a true mans sphere.
Who made you so grand and good?
Oh the disc of gold! You are boon
Of my god! You are not rude!
The lonely cloud is like a bird
Rushing to you as if to kiss
You, when he gently heard
You call him by the song of bliss!
Dark patches on you, have you must!
With there magic you call us.
You don't cheat, you say, "Trust
All of them who cheat us"
None can judge you by feeble sense
Even I can't too, the master of fools!
You are bliss in my hour of pains
You are above all of rules.
But, oh the moon, oh the silver moon!
Tell me how I can be as you.
It is too hard in a Summer-Afternoon
To be a man in a great world, New.
I am no more, I lost me
My eyes are dry I shed no tear
But when I see you, you soothe me
Hope you are in a true mans sphere.
Lost
Let me be lost
In a new world
Where the skies are blue
If I getI will rush to that
Where love is true.
I see a hazy scene
Of the grass that are green
With a great pleasure I will fly
I will stay until I die.
A musical rainbow
Is seen there
Boring mind
There is rare
Seasons care, birds care
Teach everyone-Always dare
Oh, see!He calls me
I am touched By his glee
He loves me and makes me
Sit on his lap
He kisses me and makes me
Weave a peace-cap
Oh, leave me!I cant stay here
Where true love
Is really rare
Where a human has lost his gem
I won't stay, I won't stay, I won't stay there.
[Published. Voices, The Statesman, 6.4.2006]
In a new world
Where the skies are blue
If I getI will rush to that
Where love is true.
I see a hazy scene
Of the grass that are green
With a great pleasure I will fly
I will stay until I die.
A musical rainbow
Is seen there
Boring mind
There is rare
Seasons care, birds care
Teach everyone-Always dare
Oh, see!He calls me
I am touched By his glee
He loves me and makes me
Sit on his lap
He kisses me and makes me
Weave a peace-cap
Oh, leave me!I cant stay here
Where true love
Is really rare
Where a human has lost his gem
I won't stay, I won't stay, I won't stay there.
[Published. Voices, The Statesman, 6.4.2006]
To an Unknown Friend
Where you live I don't know.
I never saw your face though
You are in me, I am sure.
You are good, very much pure.
Be you the God or just a boy,
You love to create not to destroy
Anyone's mind, anyone's thought,
True lesson is what you were taught.
In my mind you are bliss.
On my lips you gave a kiss
Of holy words, of a noble heart
But where are you? I am apart!
You please come, oh my pal
Today, when the roses fall
They seem so good in such a day
This is the best time for us to pray.
Pray for us and pray for them
Who never got the friendship's gem
Be my friend and forget your pain,
This world will be for all again.
I never saw your face though
You are in me, I am sure.
You are good, very much pure.
Be you the God or just a boy,
You love to create not to destroy
Anyone's mind, anyone's thought,
True lesson is what you were taught.
In my mind you are bliss.
On my lips you gave a kiss
Of holy words, of a noble heart
But where are you? I am apart!
You please come, oh my pal
Today, when the roses fall
They seem so good in such a day
This is the best time for us to pray.
Pray for us and pray for them
Who never got the friendship's gem
Be my friend and forget your pain,
This world will be for all again.
Spectrum of Meaningless Words
If we find us in a dark hole,
No sound, no light, no sound of birth
Then that's the life we live now
Above this land, above the earth.
How to be happy, none knows it
None dare to know it too,
"Oh, leave it my boy", they would say
And I would suffer above the earth.
"Here is a pessimist", someone would say
Someone would hate my golden thoughts,
They don't know how to imagine,
How to create a cheerful earth.
I am crazy. Yes, so am I!
Vexation is my companion,
But how to be happy I don't know,
I know, none is happy above the earth.
Love? Happiness? Help? No, no!
None can love and none can help
And a friend? Oh, do you know
That what's the meaning of the word, "friend"?
I am alone, so to mean
Is it a life? What does it mean?
Thats the hardest question of now
Who will know, will say WOW!
Pleasure of life, we have lost
We don't know what it costs,
How valuable this life is
We never think; it's not our thought!!
Everyday comes and everyday goes,
We can't use it fruitfully,
How can we? We dont know
The pleasure to be always free!
What unrest!- I would think,
Always going and going, chasing and chasing
Someone would say, "Oh, nonsense!"
Whatever you do, love will not spring.
Are we men? Or the worst beast?
Did we ever enjoy the smell
Of green grasses? Did we say,
Be happy. Love everyone to have glee?
Dirty thoughts and dirty deeds
Made us lose everything,
Rhythm of life we didn't see,
And will not see in future too.
When the holiness touches me,
I cant think of myself then,
I forget that who I am
I forget my all pains.
Joys, sorrows come and go
I take rest in my life-seashore
I don't have any feeling or pain,
My heart doesnt beat any more.
Oh! I am dead; I am no more
My soul is searching of a peaceful place,
Only the darkness is around me
What is the life I cannot guess.
No sound, no light, no sound of birth
Then that's the life we live now
Above this land, above the earth.
How to be happy, none knows it
None dare to know it too,
"Oh, leave it my boy", they would say
And I would suffer above the earth.
"Here is a pessimist", someone would say
Someone would hate my golden thoughts,
They don't know how to imagine,
How to create a cheerful earth.
I am crazy. Yes, so am I!
Vexation is my companion,
But how to be happy I don't know,
I know, none is happy above the earth.
Love? Happiness? Help? No, no!
None can love and none can help
And a friend? Oh, do you know
That what's the meaning of the word, "friend"?
I am alone, so to mean
Is it a life? What does it mean?
Thats the hardest question of now
Who will know, will say WOW!
Pleasure of life, we have lost
We don't know what it costs,
How valuable this life is
We never think; it's not our thought!!
Everyday comes and everyday goes,
We can't use it fruitfully,
How can we? We dont know
The pleasure to be always free!
What unrest!- I would think,
Always going and going, chasing and chasing
Someone would say, "Oh, nonsense!"
Whatever you do, love will not spring.
Are we men? Or the worst beast?
Did we ever enjoy the smell
Of green grasses? Did we say,
Be happy. Love everyone to have glee?
Dirty thoughts and dirty deeds
Made us lose everything,
Rhythm of life we didn't see,
And will not see in future too.
When the holiness touches me,
I cant think of myself then,
I forget that who I am
I forget my all pains.
Joys, sorrows come and go
I take rest in my life-seashore
I don't have any feeling or pain,
My heart doesnt beat any more.
Oh! I am dead; I am no more
My soul is searching of a peaceful place,
Only the darkness is around me
What is the life I cannot guess.
Before the Next Tear Drop Falls
Ben left his bed and opened the window. The golden and creamy rays of the sun seemed to him creamier than the other days. The day brought a message of ecstasy for him. A cuckoo is singing her sweetest song. He called up Wordsworths poem, "To The Cuckoo". He recited two lines from the poem-
"O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering voice?"
The song sounded so sweet to him and he was listening to it with a rapt attention. He came outside from his house and tiptoed to the peach tree where the cuckoo was sitting. He found with a great surprise that it was not a cuckoo. He did not see this kind of bird ever. Suddenly it moved its head and looked at him with its blue eyes. The amazing bird gazed at Ben for a few seconds and then it started to talk in human-voice.
"Whats your name?", it asked him.
With a great surprise and joy Ben replied, "Im Ben. What kind of bird are you?"
The bird replied, "I'm not a bird. Would you like to listen my story?"
"Sure, why not! But you must not tell a cock-and-bull story".
"Do you think so? Well. Ive nothing to tell you".
"I'm sorry. Please tell me it".
"'Then listen. I was an assistant of a famous scientist, named Mr. Thomas Chekhov. His researches were on genes. One day I told him, 'Sir, you are experimenting with genes but why dont you think of humanity? Corruption has become a part of human society, why dont you think to eliminate it? You should do it first'. He became very much angry with me and shouted angrily, 'Are you trying to teach me my own business? Excellent!! From now on you will be a bird. Youll have the ability of speaking and youll have the power of singing. Youll try to make people a human by your songs!! When youll be successful youll get your true shape again'. Then he forcibly made me a bird with his transferring machine. And now..."
He started to weep. Then he continued, 'you please help me.'
"How can I help you?"
"You realised my song?"
"I did", said Ben.
"Then be my companion. From now on you do start to make everyone happy. You make people aware of it that we need a true human society. We need humanity; we need sympathy, kindness and human-feelings. Science gave us life of comfort but it didnt give our mind peace and tranquillity. Ben, cant you hear that humanity is weeping? Cant you hear Ben that pigeons are cooing sadly? You do it Ben; you please help me. Now I have to go..."
"Wait a while please. Your name?"
"I'm Humanity. I've no other name".
He flew away.
Ben understood something. The new sun told him some words that are quite memorable. It was short times experience but it made Ben's thought different. He discovered him truly. The noble heart of the Godliness in him, made him sing the remarkable song: - "I'll be there, before the next tear drop falls".
"O Cuckoo! Shall I call thee Bird,
Or but a wandering voice?"
The song sounded so sweet to him and he was listening to it with a rapt attention. He came outside from his house and tiptoed to the peach tree where the cuckoo was sitting. He found with a great surprise that it was not a cuckoo. He did not see this kind of bird ever. Suddenly it moved its head and looked at him with its blue eyes. The amazing bird gazed at Ben for a few seconds and then it started to talk in human-voice.
"Whats your name?", it asked him.
With a great surprise and joy Ben replied, "Im Ben. What kind of bird are you?"
The bird replied, "I'm not a bird. Would you like to listen my story?"
"Sure, why not! But you must not tell a cock-and-bull story".
"Do you think so? Well. Ive nothing to tell you".
"I'm sorry. Please tell me it".
"'Then listen. I was an assistant of a famous scientist, named Mr. Thomas Chekhov. His researches were on genes. One day I told him, 'Sir, you are experimenting with genes but why dont you think of humanity? Corruption has become a part of human society, why dont you think to eliminate it? You should do it first'. He became very much angry with me and shouted angrily, 'Are you trying to teach me my own business? Excellent!! From now on you will be a bird. Youll have the ability of speaking and youll have the power of singing. Youll try to make people a human by your songs!! When youll be successful youll get your true shape again'. Then he forcibly made me a bird with his transferring machine. And now..."
He started to weep. Then he continued, 'you please help me.'
"How can I help you?"
"You realised my song?"
"I did", said Ben.
"Then be my companion. From now on you do start to make everyone happy. You make people aware of it that we need a true human society. We need humanity; we need sympathy, kindness and human-feelings. Science gave us life of comfort but it didnt give our mind peace and tranquillity. Ben, cant you hear that humanity is weeping? Cant you hear Ben that pigeons are cooing sadly? You do it Ben; you please help me. Now I have to go..."
"Wait a while please. Your name?"
"I'm Humanity. I've no other name".
He flew away.
Ben understood something. The new sun told him some words that are quite memorable. It was short times experience but it made Ben's thought different. He discovered him truly. The noble heart of the Godliness in him, made him sing the remarkable song: - "I'll be there, before the next tear drop falls".
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