Poems from narain2


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I am a Male and can speak Hindi, Bengali, Gujarati, Urdu and Spanish. At the age of 60+, I decided to write a few new things in life rather than computer program and games. I hope you would find it entertaining.

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Thursday June 26, 2008

When I will be dead

When I would hear how nice person I was?
When I would find out that I was loved by so many?
Would I have to wait?
To find it, when I will be dead.

As the days go bye,
The death lurks by my side,
Every day I struggle to own my piece of the world,
But when I die, I leave behind everything to the world.

Death is an unpleasant thought,
I can't imagine that someday I will be dead,
I would not be able to see the tears rolling down the cheeks,
I would not be able to watch the grief on my loved one faces.

When I die, do I need to be mourned?
I will be dead and smiling in liberation,
May be smiles and happy memories,
Will uplift my soul from here to the heavens.

Posted by narain2 at 11:12 AM
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Thursday June 19, 2008

Battle of sexes

In the dawn of my married life,
The lake of life was shining with the bliss,
By the dusk of mid life,
There seems like storm brewing on the horizon.

Sometimes I wonder about the promises of eternal love,
When we nag to hate each other over trivial things,
A word spoken in anger, a bitter comment made in passing,
Makes the hearts seem distant and further apart.

When the coolness prevails, the heart seeks peace and love,
A few nice words get spoken bringing smiles on faces,
A few hints of love from the body language,
Makes the seemingly irreconcilable differences disappear sooner than expected.

The battle of sexes is a predicament of contradictions,
While heart seeks love and understanding,
The ego and stubbornness creates hate and differences,
While we want to care and feel each others joy and pain,
Still we become insensitive and hate each other over trivial things.

Marriage is not the unification of two prefect strangers,
But is a process of accepting an imperfect stranger as prefect lover.


Posted by narain2 at 6:27 PM
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Saturday June 14, 2008

Sand Dunes

The shape of sand dunes on the beach,
Shows the patterns etched by the sweeping wind,
Walking on the beach on a windy day,
I feel how my life changes with the emotions everyday.

The drifts and mounds on the sand hill,
Waiting to be shaped and reshaped by the surf and wind,
The valleys and hills of my feelings,
Forms and reforms with the myriads of
events everyday.

Ask sand dune what it is,
A heap of sand changing its form every moment,
I ask myself who am I,
I am what I am, changing with my emotions every day.

Sand dune. a shining sand castle in a golden sunset,
Or a buried chest of marine treasures,
My life, a mirage full of hopes.
Or a Pandora's box full of life's trials and tribulations.

What does sand dune hear in the perpetual music of ocean waves,
Melodies and exuberance of waves to embrace it someday,
What I envision when I watch those lovely waves,
Me as exultant lover trying to reach my beloved with the musical rhythms of eternity.

Posted by narain2 at 1:42 PM
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