Poems from narain2


About narain2

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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Sunday October 18, 2009

Deepika

Amavashya ki sandhya me surya ko chinta ho rahi thi,
Is Jahan ka Kya Hoga, andhkar me duniya dub jayegi,
El choti so jalti hui deepika ne kaha,
Aap chinta na Karen, main andhkar ko mita jag me Jyoti Bhar dungi.

Ek choti si deepika ka astitva hi Kya hai,
Mere ek jhonke se bhuj jayegi, vau ne kaha,
Deepika jhonke se aur bhi jagmagayi,
Jeete dum tak jyoti pradan ki sapath Jo khai thi.

Ek deepika me ek sitare se kum roshni hai,
Andhere gagan ne kaha,
Deepika chamakti hui muskurai,
Main aur meri sakhiyan, andhere gagan ko bhi roshni se jagmaga dengi.

Ek besahri deepika mere Kuchi bundo se bujh jaegi,
Barish ki rim jhim ne kaha,
Deepika phir joron se chamki,
Jal ke Kuching boond dhuen me badal kar rah Gaye.

Ek choti si, pyari si deepika,
Kuch chano tak prakash deti hui bujh jaegi, manushya ne socha,
Deepika Khushi khshi muskurai,
Andhere me rah dikhane wali Chirag hoon Main,
Is se bada saubhagya Kya hoga jindagi men.

Posted by narain2 at 4:46 PM
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Wednesday October 14, 2009

Lost in time

Ever wondered what will happen,
If you lost the track of time.
The time ticks away every measured moment,
The mind feels bewildered in the maze of happenings of those lost
moments.

When you are sick and disabled,
Can't keep the track of changing days and nights,
The body may be resting in peace and quiet,
But the mind keeps on struggling to orient itself with time.

The time clock and the body clock,
Seems to function well in synchronized harmony,
The lack of harmony between these clocks,
Evokes the feeling of uncertainty and fear in mind.

Ever wonder when one dies,
The mind and heart stops,
The body clock disappears in eternity,
As if trying to keep up with the time clock of eternity.

Posted by narain2 at 11:27 PM
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Wednesday September 23, 2009

Grand Lakes

Going up the trail ridge road in the Rocky mountains,
was like ascending to touch the heavens,
The tall pine and Pandorosa trees got shorter and shorter,
The meadows, tundra, and remnant of summer snow took over.

On the way up, we met trio of grazing elks,
Reminded me of the ideal trios in life,
who teach us not to speak, see, or hear evil things,
They filled my heart with inspiration to bring happiness in my life.

While desceding, we came across the continental divide,
Learnt how the rivers can only flow east and west of this line,
To the little squirrel it did not make any difference,
It would gather nuts from east or west, wherever it would find.

Finally reached the foothills to see the splendor of Grand lakes,
The mountain and lake seemed like two lovers,
Whose match was made in heavens to live together forever,
The lake radiated the love in the reflections of monutain in its waters.

Posted by narain2 at 5:48 PM
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Friday September 11, 2009

Devotion

Devotion is the hope,
To turn the dreams into reality,
Devotion is the desire,
To give life into heartfelt entities.

Devotion is the path to the goal in perpetuity,
Like the waves trying to reach the shores in eventuality.
Devotion is the ultimate refuge,
From the life’s suffering deluge.


Devotion brings the sunshine in the darkness of life,
Like the shining rainbow after a stormy rainy day,
Devotion is an eternal inspiration of coexistence,
Like the beauty of the lake at the foot of the mountains.

Devotion is the means of attaining the ultimate love,
Devotion is bonding of heart and soul,
Devotion is the shelter in troubled times,
Devotion is truth and is the reflection of life.

Posted by narain2 at 10:39 AM
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Thursday September 03, 2009

Runaway Dad

You ran away that moment,
I don't remember whether it was day or night,
You did not vanish in eternity to get the enlightenment of the soul,
You just ran away from me and your newborn soul.

For years we were lost In the world,
The footsteps at the door brought hope of your return,
No one was there to rock the baby to sleep with the lullaby,
No one cared to wipe the tears of desperation from my eyes.

The baby grew up without the love of the father,
I was dad and mom to him all his life,
He missed the fun and games and all the fatherly love,
I missed the love of my lover as you were lost.

My friends advice me to give some time to myself,
May be I should find a friend and lover,
May be I might find the joy of my life,
But how can I leave the joy of my life alone.

Sometimes the cruel realities overwhelm our souls,
The love I never got, I love to bestow on others,
The loneliness erupts in my soul every night,
In the form of dew tear drops in moonlit night,
But I always survived,
By seeing the happiness on face of my loving child.


Posted by narain2 at 2:01 PM
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Friday August 28, 2009

Did I miss you?

Did I miss you?
Probably not,
When you are my heart,
Missing you will be like missing the beat of my heart.

Did I miss you?
May be I did.
When I am in love with your heart,
Your bodily presence is the thought of the past.

Did I miss you?
Of course I did.
When I don't hear your sweet caring voice,
I am lost in your thoughts whole night.

Did I miss you?
I can never miss you.
Even if I missed you for a moment,
The pang of such loneliness will be sweet thing to relish.


Posted by narain2 at 4:46 PM
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Saturday August 22, 2009

Indifference

Yesterday I was in deep love,
The love overlooked all the differences,
Even the two bodily differences,
The love tried to unite in one.

Today my love has gone stale,
The little differences we overlooked,
have become mountain from the mole,
The hearts which were overcoming all the differences,
Are becoming indifferent to each others existence.

When living a life, why be so indifferent,
Underneath the face of hate lies the smirk of love,
Under the uneasy feeling of indifference,
Lies the restless nights looking for that love again.

The indifference sends creepy feelings inside my heart,
when we promised we will be for each other forever as long as we last,
The conflicts, the hurdles and the irreconcilable differences,
should not keep us from reigniting our passion of love.

Posted by narain2 at 11:47 AM
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Monday August 17, 2009

Take me to the promised land

Take me to promised land..

Growing up in Guatamala,
I had heard of the nation due El Norte,
Many from my village had gone there,
Brought up money and tall stories.

I grew up in a poor family,
Eating tortillas, beans and meat sometimes,
Played soccer, baseball, and went to school,
Loved little senoritas going to school.

As a youth, finally found senorita of my dream,
Got married in the village church with fiesta and mariachi band,
The time seemed to go fast some times,
Soon I was the father of four children, and many mouth to feed.

I told my wife, it is time to go to nation due El Norte,
Find a job, bring some money for family and kids,
My wife would not let me go, but finally gave up to my dreams,
I was ready to go and work and fufill family dreams.

I had to pay the Coyote(Smuggler agent) a huge sum of money,
I had to sell my land and wife's jewelry,
But in the land due El Norte, everyone has a dream,
I had a dream that I will overcome all the problems.

We were almost fifty in the group,
The coyote promised us to get through the border,
We rode bus from Guatamala City through Mexico,
Finally we were dumped near Arizona border with little food and water.

Now we were on our own, the coyote was long gone,
We will run through the cactus desert whole night,
We will try to catch some sleep under a bush in broad day light,
The old ones were weak and trembling,
Many did not make it, many just gave up the dream.

Finally one night, we ran across to the nation due El Norte,
The USA was land of our dream,
We were running from town to town,
Till I found some friends who were settled in some town.

Now we stand near the big box home improvement store,
Hoping someone would pick us for a day's work,
The work is hard, people want everything get done,
The time and money is on everyone's mind.

I hoped that I would buy back my land and my wife's jewelry in no time,
After three years, I even don't have enogh money to go and see my children,
I send some money home to my wife for my family,
The rest I spent on house, food and other necessities of life.

Many employers ask me this question over and over again,
Is this way of life worthwhile for a little bit of money?
Although my English is very poor, I hardly understand many words,
But I understand the question and my answer is this,
It is better to struggle and achieve your dreams,
Than to just live in poverty on tortillas and beans.

Posted by narain2 at 10:26 PM
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Friday August 07, 2009

The Poet

The days may be long with the routine work,
But the nights are always short and charming,
The day's work is to keep me living,
The night's charm is to keep me intoxicated with the love of poems.

When the sun sets and everyone goes to sleep,
I peer at the millions of stars blinking in the sky,
My mind blinks with the little shining stars,
I am wide awake hearing the song of my heart.

Who says you can see mirage only in hot day light,
The mirage of love dances before me whole night,
The dream of me and my lover united in eternal love,
Keeps me restless and churning emotions inside me.

I want to live in the loving world I want to see everyone happy,
My heart bleeds when I see someone lonely and unhappy,
The drugs, wars, and political greed drive me insane,
I wonder sometimes whether we can all live in peace and harmony.

The emotions I try to etch on a piece of paper,
May take a while to engrave,
But the mural I paint with tears, emotions and my heart,
Will be there for you to share and feel as a poem from my heart.

Posted by narain2 at 4:31 PM
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Monday July 27, 2009

Waterfall in the Rockies

Sitting by the side of the waterfall,
I have tried to reach the sky,
The air may be thin, the trek may be hard,
But to touch the waterfall so close,
Was the dream of my life.

The splash of water on my face,
wakes my senses tired and asleep,
The water gushes past huge boulders,
making the best music I have heard in my life.

Try to peek under the sheet of water falling off the cliff,
The life time of memories will seem to be wrapped inside the mist,
Once I would lead my children along the trail,
Now I am watched by them if I could make the trail.

The water streams past logs, limbs, and stones,
Making its way through rough terrains,
Persistence in endeavors always attains the goal,
The eternal waterfall gives me the subtle message all along.

Posted by narain2 at 5:32 PM
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Monday July 20, 2009

What is beauty?

What is beauty?
The mountain peak with a glacier in its cradle?
The misty lake with blossoming water lilies at the foothiis?
Or a beautiful smile and greeting from a stranger up the hiking trail?

The mountains can't see its abundant beauty,
The towering trees it shelters thru thick and thin can't see their majesty,
The elk, moose, deer and bears roam around without glancing their grace and beauty,
The little squirrels which grrets the trekkers does not know its naivIty

The beauty is what soothes are thoughts and mind,
The visionay beauty only lasts for a while,
The beauty of the falling waterfall is in the touch of mist splashing on my face,
The beauty is in the compassion of some hikers helping the old and tired on their way up.

What would I remember from this mountain trip?
The mountain, lakes and falls are frozen in the time scale of eternity,
The people, trees, deer, elk and bears come and go in the evolutionary cycle,
The beauty of nature and the beauty of compassionate heart will last forever.

Posted by narain2 at 5:24 PM
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Friday July 17, 2009

Riverwalk

High above the mile high Colorado
Rocky mountains,
Anywhere I see,
I see the tall cliffs with silver lined snow caps,
The Alpine fir, blue spruce and oak trees abound,
The winter snow is gone,
the summer greenery has come to stay.

In and around the trails,
I hear the music of river creek flowing down the hills,
The sparkling clean glacier water sings its own divine tune,
The gentle wind blows over and serenades her with whispering chime

There are many obstacles in the river's path,
The fallen limbs, boulders and numerous rocks,
The river embraces these hurdles with tender touch,
It embraces, under flows, overflows, still playing its melodious tune.

I walk miles along the river walk,
I try to listen to the joy in the music of the current flowing fast and slow,
Whatever the intricacies and hurdles we face,
We must flow like the river, singing, dancing and living with joy.

Posted by narain2 at 6:31 PM
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Thursday July 09, 2009

Tiger

If a tiger would come alive,
from my paintings and sketches,
Could you make a wild guess,
What it would be.

Would it be a young and macho breed,
With the vibrant stripes of black and yellow,
With his snarling ferocious teeth and whiskers,
Would he scare away the flock of deer at the river banks.

Would he attract the tigress in the thicket,
would he show his skills with a quick kill or two,
Would he roam around the jungle majestically,
as if he were the king of the forest.

Or he would be an old and tired tiger,
Who had seen his hay days with flock and kills,
His flashing carishma he can only vision in the river reflections,
He would just yawn and slumbers in the broad day.

Posted by narain2 at 10:30 AM
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Saturday July 04, 2009

Deer

On the trail I walk around the park,
a creek runs with the sweet tune,
In the thick greenbelt around the creek,
The deer,
turkeys,
pheasants,
and birds of all type dwell in peace.

In the morning walk,
I watch white tail and black tail deer wandering around,
They are grazing in the meadows with very alert standing ears,
Sometimes I come face to face with a stag,
doe or a fawn,
I don't know what they see in me,
But I see the splendour and beauty of nature in them.

Look into the eyes of a deer,
it's so passionate and so beautiful to watch,
That for centuries poets have tried to compare their lover's eyes with them,
Watch the beauty in their walk,
see the grace in their fearful gallops,
Compliment you lady love with the deer's beauty,
to reap the loving response in plenty.

Why every other poet rejoices in writing about deer kill or a deer run,
When you behead a chicken ,
you can see flying for minutes in despair,
When you are on a deer kill,
you will watch the deer leap the highest you have ever seen,
Why would one kill such a beauty when there is plenty of food to eat around.

Our soul looks around for years and years the desired enlightenment,
only to find that it is in itself which needs to be explored,
It is like a deer looking all over the field the musk he smells,
If he only knew it is hidden in his fragrant body itself.

Posted by narain2 at 9:44 PM
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Tuesday June 30, 2009

Snail's life

The snail's pace is rather too slow,.
while trying to reach its favorite plant,.
It gets trampled, tossed, and crushed on its way,.
When it reaches its destination, the sweet rewards are there in its way..
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The snail may seem small and invisible ,.
But look at the snail, it feels like Hercules carrying the earth,.
The theory of relativity may be invariant,.
But the theory of relative sizes makes it a giant..
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Snail is little creature minding its ways,.
Slow and steady wins the race must be its survival ways,.
When it gets smashed and goes belly up,.
It offers itself generously as food to hungry birds..
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When the mail does not get in time,.
We call it as the snail mail,.
When we are looking for some delicacy,.
We opt for the escargo, the buttered snail in the shell..
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What we learn from the life of the snail,.
Never give up your aspirations even if you are totally ignored,.
Keep you hopes high, don't worry about your shape and size,.
If you make your life worthy for others, you will make your life worth living for.

Posted by narain2 at 10:45 PM
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Friday June 26, 2009

City By The Bay

Lost in my wandering world,
Roam all over from my soul to the outer universe,
Never think of the sanctuary where I live,
Always overlook my wonderful world.

Flew over decades ago from the East over the Rocky mountain west,
Came down on the earth in a city by the San Francisco Bay,
The peninsula,
the islands,
the valley,
all congregate around this bay,
The mountain,
hills,
nature's beauty all overlook this beautiful bay.

Astonishing it may seem to look at all the balding hills,
Reminds me of my baldness in my maturing life,
Hidden inside them are the many earthquake faults,
Makes us quiever and shake once a while without loosing our sense.

Cross over the western edges of the hills,
Come to the most beautiful beaches in the world,
This is where the sea meets the sky,
This is where you leave the sculpture of your love engraved in the sand.

Enjoy the beauty of lakes like Chabot and Elizabeth,
Reflections of mountains in these lake mirrors the beauty of our souls in ourselves,
The redwood trees tower in their sanctuary,
They have lived for centuries and hope to survive for eternity.

The beauty of nature thrives on this bay,
The birds of the sea and land mingle all over the bay,
The alpine trees mingle with tropical paradise,
The flowers from east and west bloom all over the town.

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Posted by narain2 at 11:47 AM
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Saturday June 20, 2009

Down the memory lane

Cruising down my bus route to work,
Is like going down my memory lane,
The hills over the bay seem frozen in time,
while the memories flicker down the memory lane.

If I go over the hill and look into the calm  bay waters,
would I see the reflections of my years gone past by me,
The trees, parks, lake, and bay are there since eternity,
but the images of my past only linger with me.

The memory lane is like a beach strewn with countless shells,
Although dear to my heart, they get scattered by the roaring waves,
The memory lane is the quiet and peaceful avenue,
where my mind dwells with only you and me.

When I look up into a dark starry nights,
Do I see you as a break way star coming down to meet me,
When I adore a beautiful flower in the park,
Do I see you smiling with charm and love.

Posted by narain2 at 11:20 AM
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Tuesday June 16, 2009

Men's world

A men's world, a man would dream,
Floating in good health and wealth,
Dreamng of being his own boss,
Hoping to be the head of the household.

The peace at home he would cherish,
A wife with pleasant smile at the door, he would relish,
Welcoming him after a day's of hard work with a gentle hug,
Soothing him with nice conversations to make him feel at home.

Whatever health and wealth he may have,
A loving companion is the cherished wish he has,
The dream of sharing the pain and happiness of life,
With a loving wife and kids makes his life worhwhile.

The constant nagging and blaming each other,
He despises and wants to avoid,
A silence in disagreement bonds him closer,
A silent appreciation is his way of life.

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Posted by narain2 at 9:49 PM
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Tuesday June 16, 2009

Men's world

A men's world, a man would dream,
Floating in good health and wealth,
Dreamng of being his own boss,
Hoping to be the head of the household.

The peace at home he would cherish,
A wife with pleasant smile at the door, he would relish,
Welcoming him after a day's of hard work with a gentle hug,
Soothing him with nice conversations to make him feel at home.

Whatever health and wealth he may have,
A loving companion is the cherished wish he has,
The dream of sharing the pain and happiness of life,
With a loving wife and kids makes his life worhwhile.

The constant nagging and blaming each other,
He despises and wants to avoid,
A silence in disagreement bonds him closer,
A silent appreciation is his way of life.

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Posted by narain2 at 9:49 PM
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Wednesday June 10, 2009

Commitment

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I am so full of passion,
Let us embrace and fulfill our lust,
This is the goal of my ultimate love.

Not so fast, she replies with a smile,
Waiting for a good thing is a virtue not denied,
When you hold me in your arms, do you love me by heart?,
Pleasures only last for few moments, but true love always last forever.

How can I show you That I love you so much,
Hugs and kisses makes me feel so close,
Even after making love. when I forget to show any affection,
Still I think I love you from the bottom of my heart.

Let us be intimate with platonic love, she whishpers,
Let us build the bondage of love,
Call me whenever you need me,
Miss me wholeheartedly when I am not around,
Show me by words or action that you love me,
Plant the seeds of commitment in each other,

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Posted by narain2 at 10:34 AM
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Tuesday May 26, 2009

Duality of love

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Sorrow and happiness overshadow each other,
Duality in nature is the law supreme,
Dark nights always follow the bright sunny days.

The duality in love controls our emotions,
Loneliness is always overcome with a desire of unity,
In Separation sad songs reverberates from our hearts,
While in romance sweet imaginations imprison our hearts..

Where can you find an unconditional love?
Where can you find liberation in love?
Where can you discover your love growing day and night?
Where can you find solace that your love would not disappear from sight?

The duality also exists between a lover and God supreme,
When the lover and God are visioned in one love supreme,
Being shackled in this love overtakes all other dreams.

Sant Kabir wrote centuries ago,
'I will close my lover under my eyelids,
Neither any one would see my lover,
Nor I would be tempted to see someone else'.


Posted by narain2 at 2:36 PM
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Saturday May 16, 2009

Dumped in love

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Makes me feel like I am going in the dump, .
The wound in the heart will be deep, .
The scars in emotions will be etched forever..
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Rejection fills the heart with so much of pain, .
A mute can even recount the painful emotions, .
The sorrow in tear dropp from eyes can make nearby rocks cry, .
The drowned image of love in the lake would not be able to survive..
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Rejection of love, no one should ever feel, .
The days become gloomy as dark nights, .
The life boat drifts aimlessly in choppy life's seas, .
The heart only beats for a living dead to survive..
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Rejection may suffocate a heart, but the Hope makes it survive, .
The rainbow at the end of rain makes the gloom disappear in a while, .
There is love waiting around the corner, .
To put a smile on the face and make one forget the never ending agony of failed love.




Posted by narain2 at 6:20 PM
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Friday January 02, 2009

New Year's Eve

It's New Years Eve Again,
The time did not wait for this year to fulfill my dreams,
The new year is waiting in the wings,
Only with a dream to be happy and merry in my daydreams.

When everyone is reveling with food and drinks,
With loud music and dances with partners in hands,
I am reflecting on my bygone days,
Thinking of those days with happy and sad moments.

Sometimes I wonder where is the limit,
The sky is the limit but it has no limits beyond the dark outer space,
The lust for money, love, fame and success,
Keeps feeding the fire burning in my heart of unfinished desires.

I am seeking the truth and searching my soul,
Contentment with what I have may quench the fire of lust,
The happiness I wish for me and to you all,
May come about when we touch each others heart with passion and love.

Posted by narain2 at 12:43 PM
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Saturday April 11, 2009

Vishwas

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jiski her kali me bhagwan nazar aate hain,.
avishwas woh patjhar hai,.
jisme saari gulshan birani nazar aati hai..
.
vishwas ho to meri akriti men hari hain,.
avishwas me mere vicharo me kewal main hi nazar aata hoon..
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vishwas se asafal ki sadhna poori hoti hai,.
avishwas se saflta me bhi adhoori trishna nazar aati hai..
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viswas se niraasha bhi aasaha ban jaati hai,.
aviswas se aasha bi niraash nazar aati hai..
..
vishwas ki kadi me paraye bhi apne nazar aate hain,.
avishwas ki duniya men apne bhi paraye nazar aate hain.

Posted by narain2 at 12:30 PM
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Tuesday April 14, 2009

Love and Trust (Revised)


When you love someone,
you don't have to feel sorry for anything,
when you trust someone,
you don't have to be suspicious about anything.

The love is blind,
it overlooks all our imperfections,
the trust is faith,
it accepts all the imperfection we might have.

In the mirror of love,
the images of rosy dreams and uncertainties abound,
in the mirror of trust,
the images of believing in some one is clear all around.

The promises made in love,
Can only be kept with trust,
the love will become deeper,
with the loving dose of trust.
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Sunday April 19, 2009

Love and Marriage

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Love - what is love? .Dreaming of impossible dreams,
Falling in love with love itself,
Endless desire of being with someone,
Chasing the emotional mirage which seem always so close to the heart.


 
Marriage - what is marriage? .The reality of sunshine overwhelming romantic starry nights,
Agree to disagree on matters of life with underlying love,
Battle of sexes, hating the partner but awaiting the response of love,
The unity of two imperfect strangers as nearly perfect lovers in life.


 
Love - what is love? .Destitute heart in loneliness seeking a refuge,
Daydreaming of a lover in the times of a despair,
The heart thinks of you and only you,
The love is blind and sees nothing at all.


 
Marriage - what is marriage? .Not only showing the affection when making love,
But keeping it in heart and mind all the time,
Not only showing the marriage is made in heaven,
But keeping it on earth with mutual trust and devotion...
 
 

Posted by narain2 at 10:42 AM
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Wednesday April 22, 2009

Starngers in the bus

> size="2">We stare at each other,

sometimes we smile,

sometimes we say hello,

Strangers we are at best in our own domain..
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Whether one is sleeping on his seat,

or one is busy with his fingers at chat,

whether one has a blank or a curious look,

We all have some stories hidden behind our faces..
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Then comes the stories of life, past and present,

The stranger feels like a person we knew all our life..
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Whether it is the social nature of humanity,

or the traveler’s syndrome,

whatever it is,

it is always nice to have a friend even for a short time.

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Wednesday April 29, 2009

Atheist


How an atheist is perceived,
a non believer, a satanic mind,
but an atheist also believes,
in things which are scientifically sound.

An atheist believes in the evolution of universe from galactic constellation,
He owes his existence to the biological creation,
He believes the super naturals are creation of mind
He believes that the destined destiny is a repercussion of his acts.

He will cite Buddha who thought the God does not exist,
He agrees with Buddha that he will reach the nirvana through self enlightenment,
He does not believe in religious rituals,
although he loves the philosophy of all the religions.

What is a religion to an atheist,
a brainwashing from the early childhood,
a fear thrust in the mind,
that a failure to follow it will bring bad omen of all kind.

An atheist believes in the consciousness of passion,
He believes that ten commandments, karma sloka, and jatak sutras,
All raise our consciousness to follow all the virtues,
Be passionate and help to alleviate the sufferings of the mankind.
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Friday May 01, 2009

He must be a poet

He must be a poet,
the shabby look does not bother him,
Sitting by himself and lost in his thoughts,
Seems like normal thoughtful moment for him.

He must be a poet,
He goes deep inside a love song to find the meaning of love,
He feels the sorrow in the sad songs to understand the pain of heart,
and He embraces the sadness to put his heart in his words.

He must be poet,
He peers in the flower blossoms to have a close encounter with the beauty,
He looks up to the clouds to send his love message to his distant lover,
He envisions eternal love in the perpetuity
of waves beating the seashore.

He must be a poet,
He sees the shadow of the creator in the the moon light reflecting over the lake,
He reaches Nirvana watching the majestic peaks reaching for the sky,
He conceives lyrics of his illusion, vision and emotions for the world to feel his feelings.

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Saturday May 02, 2009

Spring Rain


The spring is in the air,
The cherry blossoms adorn the trees,
The roses are smiling everywhere,
The bees and humming birds are fluttering everywhere.
 
Here comes the spring rain,
The cold rain drowns all the soaring spirit,
The birds and bees wish the rain go away,
The roses seem to be bothered by the offending rain.
 
I watch the rain from a distance,
There is no dancing in this cold rain,
I watch the roses close their petals,
As if a beauty hates to be sprayed by a young man.
 
The rain reminds me of the untimely troubles,
In the middle of happy days,
I am sure the rains and troubles will go away,
And happy days will return over gain.
 

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Friday May 08, 2009

Petrified Tree

Up near the peak of Rockies,
Me and my limbs live in frigid cold,
The mountain seems to be frozen in time,
Being a petrified tree, I am frozen in stone.

As I ascended to the heavens,
I had to leave my earthly leaves behind,
I could have been a towering blue spruce in the valley,
Up here I am a diminutive figure amongst towering peaks.

The seasons change without changing my mood,
The fall does not mean anything for my bare limbs,
The winter snow and avalanche do not shiver my rocky bones,
The spring bloom brightens the valley but leaves me for dead stone.

When I have achieved such a high perfection,
The clouds and lightning can hardly scathe my tranquil position,
My soul has achieved its golden ambition,
I love being petrified as nothing can change my imagination

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Wednesday May 13, 2009

We are all the same

We are all the same,
whether we are black, brown, or white,
We are like many species of birds,
chirping our own tunes on the tree of the world.

Whether we are rich or poor,
we all have some joyful moments and some dreadful days,
one may be enjoying caviar and wine,
other may be happily surviving on a loaf of bread.

Whether we live in rich or poor country,
we all find same refuge under a mansion or a hut,
We all have the same problems of survival,
May it be earning a million or simply a few bucks.

We all are made of same flesh and dust,
we may follow faiths of different sorts,
we all have the same goal and destiny,
we yearn for peace for our soul and wait for the ultimate destiny.

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