Showing posts with label The Earth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label The Earth. Show all posts

Tuesday, 8 August 2017

PROGRAMS AND EVENTS




Grown from the perceptible loving flow,
Grown from the teary passage over the bridge,
Open with the loving children dream ground,
Everyone drives with hope and passion,
In our minds and eyes for earthly justice,
Through the fear and tears of catastrophe,
Sometimes we are scared, sometimes
We are benefited with style of silver sun.

Time creates events. She creates one event after reading her heart with her motherly feeling, because she lost her child in an accident. It is time of reviewing of loving bond. It is destiny of changing events. Some events cannot be frozen, because moving like birds always is everything as none wants to be ended. and there are programs when students gather to sing for a cause in searching of living branches of memories along the way of collective symmetry in the nature, like, the sun, the earth, the moon fall in the line of this rotation, in silence, to form eclipse of the moon, even in a rainy night with hovering clouds around the moon, to open one event with one mystery key, a message with the nature towards opening of one fine morning with sweet chirping of birds.  


Saturday, 18 October 2014

TRANSITION OF THE EARTH

While moving in a train, it comes to my view,
The front of hills, the front of greens,
The front of clouds, the sky is ready to take
Everyone in its review, the day is bright, playing
Hide and seek with sunlight, shadowy and sunny,
Visible with clarity, greeting cheers, forming
Day time dance, almost singing, birds flying,
Essence of freedom is full of sense and tense.

The day is full of caesura, lines of a verse
Window of the train becomes passage of the earth,
As if it is classic awakening, pretty wellness, arising
From the dark, we are responding with singing,
Cadence with time and travel, wondering scene,
Sprouting of joy and introduction of rain, forming
Fortune of pupil’s vigor, we are experiencing it.

This nature’s royal attire reinvented, priceless. 

Monday, 1 September 2014

MOTHER DURGA

As artists are making the image
Of Devi Durga, I salute Mother Durga
In Her all forms and heavenly gestures

For peace and happiness on the earth. 

Wednesday, 16 July 2014

INSPIRATION

Pleasantly my eyes catch the greener leaves
And more radiant petals at my first entry in the garden
That my father-in-law left behind his passing away,
Still the garden catches eyes through green grasses
And beautiful flowers in rainy season, it takes admitted
Praise from visitors who come here time to time.

Flowers bloom, petals get wet in raindrops for you,
Honey bees do come and enjoy honey in luster of
Defining preaches as heaven has created its beauty

Upon the earth, we see and move in realm of inspiration. 

Saturday, 9 February 2013

HEALING TOUCH OF THE GREEN



Moving through natural garden,
I am on board of an electric train,
With a ticket to go Guntur, AP,
Bringing my baggage on the board.

Green, passing by speedily,
With hill-tops moving in curved line,
Contour of binding line elates the scene,
Outside of our moving train.

The winter day passes on journey,
A well designer creates a new scene
That contemplates slops of green passage,
Trees are like scarf moving behind.

I am arising like tenant of life,
In the percept of green-birth,
As if looking glass is green resort,
The earth makes images, beauty of the nature.

I feel proud in the gentle mirth
Of the nature hurriedly passing my vision,
Amid concrete constructions, stations, towns,
Those are waking in the vast natural stream,

I am moving, surrounding glory fills mind,
And someone makes everything sharp,
Around the vision, and ripe food grains
Are to be collected and recollected, near river basins.

Enormous source for surviving plight,
Keeps us all in salt and in honey
Of the great creation over the earth,
Breathing, and imploring what is more in cycle.

Of our life, love makes our courage
With all the nature’s things, we are participating,
In best performance of our dream,
Mind gets healing touch with the earth’s green. 

Monday, 15 October 2012

PRAYER TO GODDESS DURGA




This year I get in touch
Of the place of devoting for blessings,
Of Goddess Mother, Devi Durga,
Feminine supremacy upon the universe,
Upon the people of the earth,
And I have the faith in beauty,
That our gracious Mother does come
From Heavenly abode for peace and wellness,
I am enlightened by shining of beautiful mother,
And I feel the courage to hold love of life,
Time and again, on getting relief,
The glorious way She gives to her devotees,
All prayers are for glittering beauty of life,
Hope, highest bliss, peace and love.

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Picture Credit: 
Debajyoti Biswas

Friday, 5 October 2012

I AM NOT A POET



I am not a poet in poetry survey,
I am in dispute, for writing poetry,
From the avenues of life to center of thought,
I am common of commons on receiving solitude,
As I have nothing to offer -
I cannot offer charms,
I cannot offer dreams,
I cannot offer social justice or support,
I cannot bring hope in my words,
I cannot make resonance in word-rhythm,
I cannot make sweet music on prosody,
I cannot move one in enjoyment, in sense of love,
I cannot make a journey as a little jewel,
That holds the tameness for reading my poem,
Yet I write to hold my acquaintance
With the world that is divine on its love
For what exists on its surface as object,
And I want to learn from every object,
I want to cheer existence of all objects here,
And I want to find my way to word in word,
Those are new to me, and I do not hear earlier,
As everything on this earth
Supremely exists, even in loneliness.




Sunday, 12 August 2012

THE GREAT CURIOSITY



The great curiosity,
His eyes blazing in searching image,
Of life ahead, daring in quest,
It is gracious to his peers,
With one hand to hold offering
We intend to give him rejoice,
For healthy and happy life,
That he deserves to have on this earth,
We are bound to give him everything good. 

Saturday, 11 August 2012

FLASH OF BLUES


Olympic 2012
Summer Sport Emoticon Pack,
Flash of blues.

Olympic 2012
They swim for gold medals,
In waters, flash of blues.

Olympic 2012
She moves in freestyle swimming
In flash of blues.

The ocean paints,
The earth sparkles in
Flash of blues.

The sky paints,
The time and the sun are hosts
In flash of blues.

The painter paints,
He uses ice, light, the need
In flash of blues.

With flash of blues,
She holds flowers to offer
Her promising man. 

Tuesday, 3 April 2012

MOTHERHOOD


1. First Mother
She is our maid servant, comes daily
To help domestic works to my wife
And she plays a little with my grand son
Who is only three months’ old,
And she says, “I cannot get much time
To care for my little one when I become first mother,
Then I have to work for food, there is no system of
State dole or rations, and I have to work on others’ house
Day and night for livelihood, and I tied my little one
By a long cord tied to a bamboo pole so that the baby
Cannot go out of my sight, but the baby can play easily,
And I have to take the baby with me to my work place.
Then I was scared for motherhood, and take care of
The life that is shattered so heavily on poor path way,
So were my life and thus three sons grown up with me
And I am now happy even if they are now earning a little
To hold my hand with their little hands, and I am now in need
Of hard cash to buy my daily needs, and so I do work here.
Now there are many systems to care for poor mothers,
But we have no strong support  to empower
Financially for all poor mothers and we have to work
For livelihood till now.”

The life she describes is always everywhere in
Hard situation with confrontation with the life,
We are not accustomed to hold these life’s struggles,
Yet we have these swells, we perceive, and then move forward all the time.

2. Second Mother

She runs for her son’s breast feeding,
Only four months she is mother to nourish her child
She is a contractual worker of a government sponsored organization,
She is paid a little, not like payment of a permanent staff of the state,
Yet she has to live on the score of the little scores
That the state permits and thus she consoles her.
She will be able to feed her son to make her son
A successful man who can earn independently with full freedom,
Unlike hers, and she will struggle for stability of her son at any cost,
And when she gets time, she chases going into time to absolve in time
And returns home to feed his son with flowing milk
That her breasts checks to hold for long and feels pain by heart
For being detached from the baby’s touch and charm,
As motherhood, she has to live with this struggle.  

3. Third Mother
She runs for her son’s breast feeding
And she decides to stay at home for six months for her baby
Who is a new born, and she has scope that she gets from government, -
Two years as child caring leave, at spells,  for taking care of child.

There is no reason of considering whether other mothers
Have any scope to think of their babies too, hardly dared to think,
And Govt. has sanctioned her leave, and she has liberty to enjoy it in full,
She has big chamber where other mothers cannot enter, will not enter,  
And she will take on strong energy to grows up her little one 
To the age of six months, and then she will join work.

4. Fourth Mother
She is single mother, she has no confirmed job, she has no education,
She lives with her only son who is ten months old, and
She gives her breast feeding in every occasion when the baby cries,
And also gives solid food, when his father, who is her ex-husband,
Sends money every month for maintaining the kid only, and she is not lucky,
To have a little maintenance cost for her own, as the divorce suit is not settled,
And she has to work hard on a workshop for her livelihood.

She is waiting to get the maintenance cost of ex- husband’s son.
This month she is waiting, but money has not come,
She does not have other choices, and all she earned have been spent
To purchase baby foods, and she becomes angry with this situation,
She is not of that kind of woman
Who will put pressure to get money for the baby from her ex-husband,
And thus she cannot balance this month, and she decides
To go to the house of the baby’s father
To get the help that he is bound to pay every month for the kid only,
As there is no way for much waiting and she cannot burn herself more,
And she cannot meet both ends, it is a shock to her,
Tears come down heavily, and she cannot tolerate it,
She does not pull it off the score and she decides sure to move first
To go there to have some money urgently, but she cannot gather courage,
Instead worked overtime, she appears as a positive woman to squeeze self 
To earn more, but the overtime money is not enough, she is now in quandary.

5. The Motherhood and the World 

Sitting between the two worlds, one developed and other developing in nature,
We are all in search of the life of mothers, on the score of humanity, and
We are doing it, on our own, and cannot feel the real necessity where we live,
As the earth has resources that are used by intelligent people and some privileged ones,
And the expenditure with which we are moving like portrait and painting, nice but lifeless, 
We are running on the way where motherhood has no provisions for gentleness,
And that we gurgle only definitions on the world’s sawdust, and
We cannot be able to reach to the commons, keeping everything under glass, 
And engrave on it painting of our financial and environmental achievements till date,
We are only painters on motherhood, and carry the burden century after century.

All mothers do want her baby to be intelligent one to chew the earth’s resources.

Friday, 24 February 2012

THE EARTH AND THE LOVE


We heard nebular cloud of dust
And gas when began compact,
It began to form planet of earth,
With heat, and then when cool,
Crust was formed, with a burning core,
Rocky surface, it is solitary region
Of our living density, we do dwell
In the wide scope of environment,
Sweetest things we belong to.

We see beauty upon this earth,
So many fairy tales we perceive,
We pass through cold or stormy nights,
Or tsunami or volcano or earthquake -
All are aftermath of our existence
That we bear in mind and live thus.
The celestial clock just strikes time
To notice the earth that we are here,
To know the reality of our breathing,
Of our source of fire, and its luster,
And we glow with our love
That goes with moon’s delight,
Snapped in our mind, with devotion,
That we learn to hold our breathing
To fathom the solid strikes of power
That we are wandering upon the earth.

Either bitter or sweeter,
Either rough or smooth,
Either love or hate,
Either blessed or aggrieved,
We have the right to live
Being younger or older
With singing songs of love,
We posses that magical entity,
In love, bringing track of loveliness and beauty.