A poem A DAY keeps tension away!!

The owl and the pussy-cat
Edward Lear, 1812-88

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The Owl and the Pussy-Cat went to sea
In a beautiful pea-green boat.
They took some honey, and plenty of money
Wrapped up in a five-pound note.
The Owl looked up to the stars above,
And sang to a small guitar,
'0 lovely Pussy! 0 Pussy, my love,
What a beautiful Pussy you are,
You are,
You are!
What a beautiful Pussy you are!'

Pussy said to Owl, 'You elegant fowl!
How charmingly sweet you sing!
0 let us be married! too long we have tarried:
But what shall we do for a ring?'
They sailed away, for a year and a day,
To the land where the Bong-Tree grows,
And there in a wood a Piggy-wig stood,
With a ring at the end of his nose,
His nose,
His nose!
With a ring at the end of his nose.

'Dear Pig, are you willing to sell for one shilling
Your ring?' Said the Piggy, 'I will.'
So they took it away, and were married next day
By the Turkey who lives on the hill.
They dined on mince, and slices of quince,
Which they ate with a runcible spoon;
And hand in hand. on the edge of the sand
They danced by the light of the moon,
The moon,
The moon,
They danced by the light of the moon.
 
Starry Starry Nights,
Darkeness with diamond lights
The pain you go thru with fights
The Joy to reach those heights

Thru love thru sorrow
Yet another night tomorw
The darkness is life
Starry skies the knife
The days we butcher
The nights same picture

At the end of this life
Its all that we lived for
Just Starry Starry Nights



Author : Kartik Raichura
 
Starry, starry night
Paints your palette blue and grey
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know
The darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and the daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colours on the snowy linen land

Now I understand
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen,
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflecting Vincent’s eyes
Of China blue.
Colours changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath
The artist’s loving hand

For they could not love you
But still your love was true
And when no hope was left in sight
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
For one as beautiful as you.
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty halls
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world
And can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged men in ragged clothes
A silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken
On the virgin snow.
Modified chorus
Now I think I know
What you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will
 
LIFE IS A GIFT

Life is an opportunity, .... benefit from it.
Life is beauty, .... admire it.
Life is bliss, .... taste it.
Life is a dream, .... realize it.
Life is a challenge, .... meet it.
Life is a duty, .... complete it.
Life is a game, .... play it.
Life is a promise, .... fulfill it
Life is sorrow, .... overcome it.
Life is a song, .... sing it.
Life is a struggle, .... accept it.
Life is a tragedy.... confront it.
Life is an adventure, .... dare it.
Life is luck, .... make it.
Life is too precious, .... do not destroy it.
Life is life, .... fight for it.
 
What Is Life?
Life is a gift
Life is an adventure
Life is a mystery
Life is a game
Life is a struggle
Life is beauty
Life is a puzzle
Life is an opportunity
Life is sorrowful
Life is a song
Life is a goal
Life is a mission

..... Accept It
..... Dare It
..... Unfold It
..... Play It
..... Face It
..... Praise It
..... Solve It
..... Take It
..... Experience It
..... Sing It
..... Achieve It
..... Fulfil It
 
DON'T QUIT!
When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer, with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns
And many a failure turns about
When he/she might have won had he/she stuck it out
Don't give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
 
मृत्यु और कवि

घनी रात, बादल रिमझिम हैं, दिशा मूक, निस्तब्ध वनंतर
व्यापक अंधकार में सिकुड़ी सोयी नर की बस्ती भयकर
है निस्तब्ध गगन, रोती-सी सरिता-धार चली गहराती,
जीवन-लीला को समाप्त कर मरण-सेज पर है कोई नर
बहुत संकुचित छोटा घर है, दीपालोकित फिर भी धुंधला,
वधू मूर्छिता, पिता अर्ध-मृत, दुखिता माता स्पंदन-हीन
घनी रात, बादल रिमझिम हैं, दिशा मूक, कवि का मन गीला
"ये सब क्षनिक, क्षनिक जीवन है, मानव जीवन है क्षण-भंगुर" ।

ऐसा मत कह मेरे कवि, इस क्षण संवेदन से हो आतुर
जीवन चिंतन में निर्णय पर अकस्मात मत आ, ओ निर्मल !
इस वीभत्स प्रसंग में रहो तुम अत्यंत स्वतंत्र निराकुल
भ्रष्ट ना होने दो युग-युग की सतत साधना महाआराधना
इस क्षण-भर के दुख-भार से, रहो अविचिलित, रहो अचंचल
अंतरदीपक के प्रकाश में विणत-प्रणत आत्मस्य रहो तुम
जीवन के इस गहन अटल के लिये मृत्यु का अर्थ कहो तुम ।

क्षण-भंगुरता के इस क्षण में जीवन की गति, जीवन का स्वर
दो सौ वर्ष आयु होती तो क्या अधिक सुखी होता नर?
इसी अमर धारा के आगे बहने के हित ये सब नश्वर,
सृजनशील जीवन के स्वर में गाओ मरण-गीत तुम सुंदर
तुम कवि हो, यह फैल चले मृदु गीत निर्बल मानव के घर-घर
ज्योतित हों मुख नवम आशा से, जीवन की गति, जीवन का स्वर ।

- गजानन माधव मुक्तिबोध
 
कल सहसा यह सन्देश मिला

कल सहसा यह सन्देश मिला
सूने-से युग के बाद मुझे
कुछ रोकर, कुछ क्रोधित हो कर
तुम कर लेती हो याद मुझे ।

गिरने की गति में मिलकर
गतिमय होकर गतिहीन हुआ
एकाकीपन से आया था
अब सूनेपन में लीन हुआ ।

यह ममता का वरदान सुमुखि
है अब केवल अपवाद मुझे
मैं तो अपने को भूल रहा,
तुम कर लेती हो याद मुझे ।

पुलकित सपनों का क्रय करने
मैं आया अपने प्राणों से
लेकर अपनी कोमलताओं को
मैं टकराया पाषाणों से ।

मिट-मिटकर मैंने देखा है
मिट जानेवाला प्यार यहाँ
सुकुमार भावना को अपनी
बन जाते देखा भार यहाँ ।

उत्तप्त मरूस्थल बना चुका
विस्मृति का विषम विषाद मुझे
किस आशा से छवि की प्रतिमा !
तुम कर लेती हो याद मुझे ?

हँस-हँसकर कब से मसल रहा
हूँ मैं अपने विश्वासों को
पागल बनकर मैं फेंक रहा
हूँ कब से उलटे पाँसों को ।

पशुता से तिल-तिल हार रहा
हूँ मानवता का दाँव अरे
निर्दय व्यंगों में बदल रहे
मेरे ये पल अनुराग-भरे ।

बन गया एक अस्तित्व अमिट
मिट जाने का अवसाद मुझे
फिर किस अभिलाषा से रूपसि !
तुम कर लेती हो याद मुझे ?

यह अपना-अपना भाग्य, मिला
अभिशाप मुझे, वरदान तुम्हें
जग की लघुता का ज्ञान मुझे,
अपनी गुरुता का ज्ञान तुम्हें ।

जिस विधि ने था संयोग रचा,
उसने ही रचा वियोग प्रिये
मुझको रोने का रोग मिला,
तुमको हँसने का भोग प्रिये ।

सुख की तन्मयता तुम्हें मिली,
पीड़ा का मिला प्रमाद मुझे
फिर एक कसक बनकर अब क्यों
तुम कर लेती हो याद मुझे ?

- भगवतीचरण वर्मा
 
सुर्ख़ हथेलियाँ

पहली बार
मैंने देखा
भौंरे को कमल में
बदलते हुए,
फिर कमल को बदलते
नीले जल में,
फिर नीले जल को
असंख्य श्वेत पक्षियों में,
फिर श्वेत पक्षियों को बदलते
सुर्ख़ आकाश में,
फिर आकाश को बदलते
तुम्हारी हथेलियों में,
और मेरी आँखें बन्द करते
इस तरह आँसुओं को
स्वप्न बनते -
पहली बार मैंने देखा ।

- सर्वेश्वरदयाल सक्सेना
 
हो जाय न पथ में रात कहीं,
मंज़िल भी तो है दूर नहीं -
यह सोच थका दिन का पंथी भी जल्दी-जल्दी चलता है!
दिन जल्दी-जल्दी ढलता है!

बच्चे प्रत्याशा में होंगे,
नीड़ों से झाँक रहे होंगे -
यह ध्यान परों में चिड़ियों के भरता कितनी चंचलता है!
दिन जल्दी-जल्दी ढलता है!

मुझसे मिलने को कौन विकल?
मैं होऊँ किसके हित चंचल? -
यह प्रश्न शिथिल करता पद को, भरता उर में विह्वलता है!
दिन जल्दी-जल्दी ढलता है!

–
 
QUIT!
When things go wrong as they sometimes will
When the road you're trudging seems all up hill
When the funds are low and the debts are high
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh
When care is pressing you down a bit
Rest, if you must, but don't you quit.

Life is queer, with its twists and turns
As everyone of us sometimes learns
And many a failure turns about
When he/she might have won had he/she stuck it out
Don't give up though the pace seems slow
You may succeed with another blow.

Success is failure turned inside out
The silver tint of the clouds of doubt
And you never can tell how close you are
It may be near when it seems so far
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit
It's when things seem worst that you must not quit.
 
Gokhala jeva ghar ni andar goonglato,
hu ichhu raajaa naa mahel no vistaar,
ke pachhi khullaa gagan nichey fartaa
ek bharvaad no avkaash

Roj roj ni dincharya tathaa kuthli
maa rachi pachi raheti
mun-buddhi ney dheel chhodi,
uchai ney vadhu uchai shodh-ti patang no avkaash

Maan, mobha, moodi ane vyavsaay
naa laukik maapdund ni parvaa na kari
nirbhay bani , mun-prerna ne anusari
kashu karvaano, ke kashu na karvaano avkaash

Dagle ne pagle jawaabdari naa uchaar thi trast
hu ichhu alakh-niranjan bava no,
ke mukt vicharta vagabond no, avkaash;
jeevan ni cassette ney fast chalaavi
kaam jaldi nibtaava no avkaash.

Translation in English:

(Cooped up in a cubby-hole of my flat
I yearn the expanse of the king's palace
or otherwise, wandering under the open sky
a shepherd's avkaash

Day-to-day routine and schemes,
Pre-occupied in which is the
Mind and intellect, to give it free rein,
Searching for higher and higher height, a kite's avkaash

Not caring for the mundane yardstick
Of fame, affluence and enterprise;
Becoming fearless, heeding the mind-inspiration
The avkaash of doing something, of doing nothing

Tired of being reminded of responsibilities at every step
I yearn for the avkaash of The alakh-niranjan baava,
the freely roaming vagabond;
the avkaash of being able to fast-forward life's casette
and quickly finish the work on hand)
 
"Dreams
Like smoke rings

Blow me here and there.
If you find my Paradise
Will you wake me up

And leave me there?"
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Another one:


DYING MOMENTS



Hay andhera ghanaa chhaa rahaa
Tera insaan gabhra rahaa
Ho rehaa be-khabar
Kuchh na aata nazar
Uska suraj dooba jaa rahaa**

·

"Hey! Wait a minute,
You can't take me
into the Critical Care Unit.
You told me it was routine,
Now it is not fair…"

"But I have still to do this and that;
I have yet to tell my wife and kids
What's what".

Lying,
Alone, In the CCU,
Fitted with tubes and apparatus
Attended by urgent doctors and staff
He yearns to clasp his wife,
His sons to embrace,
His parent's hands to hold -
As he did as a child when scared.

"Oh, God! What now?',
He panics, he wails; at last,
Realising, this is it.
"Look here, son."
And as he listens to the Omniscience
The pain vanishes from his punctured body,
He can't hear his name being called;
He doesn't know that the indicators on the instruments
Have suddenly provoked the attendant staff
In a flutter of activity
To make more vigorous jabs on his body,
To drive anxious relatives to incessant chanting.
Finally, the Voice calls
"Shall we go, son?"
 
When Krishna Comes Calling

Dear mother, dear father,
When your Krishna comes calling
Don't look back
Don't hold back
Go, just go!
Lest you are inflicted
With yet another ordeal
Of birth and adolescence
Of procreation and grihasti*
Of schooling and commerce
Of relations and emotions
Of competition and achievement
Of duty and responsibility
Of desire and possession
Of fortune and misery
Of sickness and accident
Of old age and death

Go, just go!
Run away with your Laala**,
May we meet in some dimension,
And greet in acquaintance,
Rejoice for the enduring love,
And go our respective ways.
Don't look back
Don't come back
Please, dear father, dear mother.



 
Long Distance Voyagers

They have said their goodbyes
There's nothing more to do
They've left behind the house
That they built
Teeming with people
and luggage
Who once were their joy
Their pride, apple of the eye
Too busy now with their own.


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Waiting... On a lonely railway platform
Surviving
on a diet of nostalgia
Remembering, reminiscing
A lifetime spent together
Through eras of strife, struggle and want
Through moments of joy and fulfillment
A life well lived, a job well done
Lots of goodwill all around

Laughing, crying
Hurting, caring
Tired, as they wait for
The sounds of the flute,
The jingle of dancing anklets,
The "mrudu-smeet" Charioteer Himself
 
Musings in a Local Train

The Commuter Train
Passes thru the shanty town
So close on either side, it appears
We're passing thru someone's home.
Children play cricket in the narrow space between.
The batsman is angry at the intrusion:
His hit has come to nought.
Impatient, they wait for the train to pass

Outside the commuter station
A man and a woman
Squat on the ground, knees folded,
Under a giant peepul tree.
They have just shared a tiffin
Now they are sharing a great joke,
For they are laughing uncontrollably
The woman coyly covering her face.

The paper on my lap carries
A photo of a celebrity.
From behind him, an urchin,
Bare to the bones but for his shorts,
Dances a jig in front of the camera
His unbounded smile flashing
From his dark, unwashed face.

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I wonder what reason
They have, to be happy
Or I, to be not.
 
Now posting some of my fav poems which are pretty good:

A Psalm of Life

Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream!--
For the soul is dead that slumbers
And things are not what they seem.

Life is real! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul.

Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way;
But to act, that each tomorrow
Find us farther than today.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled dreams, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

In the world's broad field of battle,
In the bivouac of Life,
Be not like dumb, driven cattle!
Be a hero in the strife!

Trust no Future, howe'er pleasant!
Let the dead Past bury its dead!
Act, --act in the living Present!
Heart within, and God o'erhead!

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make our lives sublime,
And, departing, leave behind us
Footprints on the sands of time;

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
 
A Thing of Beauty

from Endymion
A THING of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o'er-darkn'd ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
'Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven's brink.

John Keats
 
Charge of the Light Brigade



Half a league, half a league,
Half a league onward,
All in the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.
"Forward, the Light Brigade!
Charge for the guns!" he said:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

"Forward, the Light Brigade!"
Was there a man dismayed?
Not tho' the soldiers knew
Someone had blundered:
Theirs was not to make reply,
Theirs was not to reason why,
Theirs was but to do and die:
Into the valley of Death
Rode the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thunder'd;
Storm'd at with shot and shell,
Boldly they rode and well,
Into the jaws of Death,
Into the mouth of Hell,
Rode the six hundred.

Flashed all their sabres bare,
Flashed as they turned in air,
Sab'ring the gunners there,
Charging an army, while
All the world wondered:
Plunging in the battery smoke,
Right through the line they broke;
Cossack and Russian
Reeled from the sabre-stroke
Shattered and sundered.
Then they rode back, but not--
Not the six hundred.

Cannon to the right of them,
Cannon to the left of them,
Cannon in front of them
Volleyed and thundered;
Stormed at with shot and shell,
While horse and hero fell,
They that fought so well,
Came thro' the jaws of Death,
Back from the mouth of Hell,
All that was left of them,
Left of the six hundred.

When can their glory fade?
Oh, the wild charge they made!
All the world wondered.
Honor the charge they made!
Honor the Light Brigade,
Noble Six Hundred!

Alfred Lord Tennyson
 
Crossing the Bar

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound or foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell;
When I embark;
For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

Alfred, Lord Tennyson
 
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