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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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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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 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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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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