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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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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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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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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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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