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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Tuesday May 26, 2009

Duality of love

face=Arial color=#800000>Duality in life goes hand in hand,
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

.="left"> color="#800000">Rejection, a word I despise in love, .
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 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.

Posted by narain2 at 10:52 AM
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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.
 

Posted by narain2 at 11:03 AM
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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

Posted by narain2 at 4:48 PM
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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.

Posted by narain2 at 2:57 PM
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