UNEMPLOYMENT
BY DR. RAM SHARMA, SENIOR LECTURER IN ENGLISH, C-26, SHRADHAPURI PHASE2, KANKERKHERA, MEERUT, U.P., INDIA
Having degrees in bags,
The youth is on crossroads,
They are impatient, sad and helpless,
From where they can arrange money,
To grease the palm,
From where they can arrange political pressure,
From where they can arrange familiarity?,
The question remains
Which way they should adopt?,
To clear away this unemployment
BALAJI
A place
situated between two hills,
Lord Hanuman drives supernatural ,
with his powers,
Pretraj sarkar guards the premises,
devotees come in line,
to get the blessings benine,
Balaji strenghtens us,
to fight against evil forces,
Jai Balaji ki
PHULERADOJ
[ A FESTIVAL OF FLOWERS BEFORE HOLI]
Fragrance fainting us,
Atmosphere of love all around,
Young girls , small kids,
wandering in search of flowers,
flowers of every colours amidst fields,
Placing those in baskets,
they are spreading nature,
in every nook and corner,
of the village,
Dancing and chanting
in full moon,
Each and every,
Is merry
RAM-LILA
People`s fervour,
to act and react,
against the evils,
presentation of Ramayana,
with good acting skills,
Before the celebration of Vijayadashmi,
People`s participation,
with Ram- Ravan,
Lakshan- Bharata-Shatrughyan
Indrajeet-Kumbhkarna-Sugriva-Bali,
Above all destroyer of evils,
Hanuman
religious pangs with simplicity,
TEEJ
[A FESTIVAL OF RAINY SEASON IN NORTH INDIA]
Swings on boughs,
All man, woman under trees,
Man to support woman,
to carry swings to long distance,
Chanting hymns with music,
reign of greenary everywhere,
Women are gathering,
from all corners,
New clothes, new ornaments, new zeal
mixed with nature
hue and cry everywhere
Nature is worshipped
all the day
YEARS
Years,
passed,
of this century,
in the hope,
era has changed,
to see something new,
perhaps,
everything will be changed,
but what happens with thinking,
do something positive
it will take years,
to build
Saturday, February 28, 2009
A BOOK REVIEW OFS. PARIDA`S` BEHIND THE TAPESTRY
A BOOK REVIEW
Behind The Tapestry : S. Parida,Writers Workshop,Kolkata, 2008, pp67,Rs 150[hb],Rs 100[ fl]
ISBN 978-81-8157-715-3[HB]
ISBN 978-81-8157-716-0[FB]
BY DR. RAM SHARMA, SENIOR LECTURER IN ENGLISH , C-26, SHRADHAPURI PHASE2, KANKERKHERA, MEERUT CANTT-250001, U.P,
Sankarshan Parida is an established name in the domain of Indian English Poetry.This is his fourth poetry collection , his other three poetry collections are ` The Golden Bird [1990], Segregation [1996], The Next Valley Beyond The Stars[ 2002].
In the foreward of this poetry collection Dr. R.C. Behera writes,
``I have gone through most of the poems included in this collection .My understanding is that Sri Parida`s focus is not so much upon his ownself as it is upon man and society.Dramatization of consciousness and its mystic aspirations , of the demented self and its state of circumscription etc had been the premise of a great bulk of obscure and, even absurd poetry in the past.`
[p-9]
In this collection there are 55 poems in the form of pearls in the sea.In the first poem the poet creates the spiritual extravaganga of India and by which it has been Jagadguru of the world.They want to gain ideal state through this spiritual odyssey,
``devotees of all sorts,
With their idiosyncratic designs
To march on and on,
Facing all the hurdles and burdens of life,
Since the mystery conceals ,
In the apparel of indulgence
In sincere efforts,
To reach the ideal state,
In the long devised track
[ THE EXTRAVAGANZA p-13]
In the next poem `How can i` , the poet creates his romantic moorings for an unknown lady.This poetry volume is a saga of people`s faith in unknown and unfamiliar and to get the spiritual bliss they go from one place to another.The second poem` INNUNDATED ISLAND`has been written in the same vein.The poet creates spiritual mysticism to meet the almighty as a lover.and the next poem expresses this truth.
`Why do you stand here,
I have already given you word,
To meet at the appointed hour,
Behind the orchestra hall
[ THE MUSIC p-16]
The poet as an onlooker sees the history of the nation , their sufferings and aspirations in a realistic way.He also expresses his sorrow on the growing terrorism and violence .He seeks the shelter of almighty in that gruesome hour.The next three poems entitled`Marina,The Inertia, The Gruesome Hour` describe the growing terrorism and growing violence.The poet gets solace and comfort in the lap of nature.He creates Wordsworthian bliss in such poems as ` The Reflection,In this Country, The Evening March, My Town , The Icy Foothill,Unparalleled Ecstasy`, The Most Awaited End, A Whisper, etc. One of the foremost quality of Parida`s verses is that all these are tinged with local colours and this locality and regionalism make it more realistic and supreme.
` Thousands of devotees throng in Srikhetra,
The most renowned pilgrim city,
To payb their obeisance,
To Lord Jagannath,
Lord of the universe,
Along with Lord Baldev,
And their Sister Goddess Subhadra,
The greatest display of the almanac ,
Of Orissa attracts,
The whole human race
[ UNPARALLELED ECSTASY p-59]
The grief of Parida becomes more poignant when he reminds us the glorious past of India and the dismal present state. This sort of parallelism is quite innovative and this device creates realism in the pungent way.There is still a hope that this dismal state will not linger long.
` Speculations go on,
The potency and prowess,
From the soil of saints and seers,
Can never be exhausted,
Though the typical hazards
[ THE GREAT UPHEAVAL p-21]
This state of jeopardy lingers in such poems as ` The Squalid Thoroughfare,In Jeopardy,The Susceptible Breakthrough,etc.
`The devastation diverts the attention,
And the inclination,
Calls for the firm and unshakeable faith,
To achieve the pristine glory and glamour,
In a superb riddle.
[ THE SUSCEPTIBLE BREAKTHROUGH p-26]
One of the foremost quality of this poetry volume is its pictorial quality to present the fragrance of Orissa .We feels that we are standing on the soil of Orissa.Such poems like `Snan Purnima, Celestial Pleasures, etc are tinged with Orissa local colours.
` This is my town,
With din and bustle, glamour and glory,
I liked it very much,
Though at times I am baffled to see,
The streets dotted with debris ,
And dumped with building materials
[ MY TOWN p-34]
This poetry volume is an eye opener for everyone who has forgot the spiritual history of this country. The leader of spiritual odyssey is trying to become the leader of corruption or the the winner of materialistic race.Our greenfields have been replaced by skyscrapers.It looks we are progressing towards our destruction.Such poems entitled ` The Most Awaited End, Chandikhole, Beyond the Ravages of time, The Distant Horizon express these feelings.The poet also looks to me the master of mysticism. He reminds me William Blake and his poems .This Indian country is the country of religious faiths and even a stone can be worshipped here
` This is Bharata Varsa,
A stone can be wonderful source,
Of inspiration for many,
And the architects,
Not only make a living,
But also they are ordained,
To do their best
[ BEHIND THE TAPESTRY p-44]
The poet attracts our attention towards the poor and helpless in such poems as ` Cadences of Sorrow, The Way Forward and Backward,`The poet has full faith that India will once again become the Jagadguru . He even appreciates the unity in diversity of this country.
` India is a fantastic country,
With variety and contrarity,
Diversity of views,
Are most distinguishing characteristics
Of the people
[ CONSONANCE p- 49]
His love of India and its spirituality is reflected from such poems as `India Gate, Across the Country.etc` The poet inspires us to remain away from malice, casteism and jealousy because we are the sons of the same father.
`Everyone admires him,
As he is free from malice,
Towards anybody,
Quite friendly and compassionate,
Developing the aptitude.
[ GOOD OF THE UNIVERSE p-60]
The poet is unique in presenting the local imagery and symbols. Parida who hails from the land of great poets like Ramakant Rath, Sitakant Mahapatra, Jayant Mahapatra, Niranjan Mohanty, Bibhu Pandhi etc shows the same poetic sensibility in this poetry volume.This poetry volume ends with a sad note and last two poems `The Fragmented Phantasmagoria , The Grim Scenario ` compels us to brood on the dismal situation .
`with cries for a morsel of the food,
Or bowl of water,
While relief operations go on,
In the worst hit areas in slow degrees,
[ THE GRIM SCENARIO p-67]
In the end I can say the poet is quite successful in his efforts to awake us from the slumber of mammonism .This poetry volume is a must read for every avid reader and lover of poetry. Its poetry volume is also reasonable. I do hope that many more poetry volumes will flow from the mighty pen of Dr. S. Parida.
Behind The Tapestry : S. Parida,Writers Workshop,Kolkata, 2008, pp67,Rs 150[hb],Rs 100[ fl]
ISBN 978-81-8157-715-3[HB]
ISBN 978-81-8157-716-0[FB]
BY DR. RAM SHARMA, SENIOR LECTURER IN ENGLISH , C-26, SHRADHAPURI PHASE2, KANKERKHERA, MEERUT CANTT-250001, U.P,
Sankarshan Parida is an established name in the domain of Indian English Poetry.This is his fourth poetry collection , his other three poetry collections are ` The Golden Bird [1990], Segregation [1996], The Next Valley Beyond The Stars[ 2002].
In the foreward of this poetry collection Dr. R.C. Behera writes,
``I have gone through most of the poems included in this collection .My understanding is that Sri Parida`s focus is not so much upon his ownself as it is upon man and society.Dramatization of consciousness and its mystic aspirations , of the demented self and its state of circumscription etc had been the premise of a great bulk of obscure and, even absurd poetry in the past.`
[p-9]
In this collection there are 55 poems in the form of pearls in the sea.In the first poem the poet creates the spiritual extravaganga of India and by which it has been Jagadguru of the world.They want to gain ideal state through this spiritual odyssey,
``devotees of all sorts,
With their idiosyncratic designs
To march on and on,
Facing all the hurdles and burdens of life,
Since the mystery conceals ,
In the apparel of indulgence
In sincere efforts,
To reach the ideal state,
In the long devised track
[ THE EXTRAVAGANZA p-13]
In the next poem `How can i` , the poet creates his romantic moorings for an unknown lady.This poetry volume is a saga of people`s faith in unknown and unfamiliar and to get the spiritual bliss they go from one place to another.The second poem` INNUNDATED ISLAND`has been written in the same vein.The poet creates spiritual mysticism to meet the almighty as a lover.and the next poem expresses this truth.
`Why do you stand here,
I have already given you word,
To meet at the appointed hour,
Behind the orchestra hall
[ THE MUSIC p-16]
The poet as an onlooker sees the history of the nation , their sufferings and aspirations in a realistic way.He also expresses his sorrow on the growing terrorism and violence .He seeks the shelter of almighty in that gruesome hour.The next three poems entitled`Marina,The Inertia, The Gruesome Hour` describe the growing terrorism and growing violence.The poet gets solace and comfort in the lap of nature.He creates Wordsworthian bliss in such poems as ` The Reflection,In this Country, The Evening March, My Town , The Icy Foothill,Unparalleled Ecstasy`, The Most Awaited End, A Whisper, etc. One of the foremost quality of Parida`s verses is that all these are tinged with local colours and this locality and regionalism make it more realistic and supreme.
` Thousands of devotees throng in Srikhetra,
The most renowned pilgrim city,
To payb their obeisance,
To Lord Jagannath,
Lord of the universe,
Along with Lord Baldev,
And their Sister Goddess Subhadra,
The greatest display of the almanac ,
Of Orissa attracts,
The whole human race
[ UNPARALLELED ECSTASY p-59]
The grief of Parida becomes more poignant when he reminds us the glorious past of India and the dismal present state. This sort of parallelism is quite innovative and this device creates realism in the pungent way.There is still a hope that this dismal state will not linger long.
` Speculations go on,
The potency and prowess,
From the soil of saints and seers,
Can never be exhausted,
Though the typical hazards
[ THE GREAT UPHEAVAL p-21]
This state of jeopardy lingers in such poems as ` The Squalid Thoroughfare,In Jeopardy,The Susceptible Breakthrough,etc.
`The devastation diverts the attention,
And the inclination,
Calls for the firm and unshakeable faith,
To achieve the pristine glory and glamour,
In a superb riddle.
[ THE SUSCEPTIBLE BREAKTHROUGH p-26]
One of the foremost quality of this poetry volume is its pictorial quality to present the fragrance of Orissa .We feels that we are standing on the soil of Orissa.Such poems like `Snan Purnima, Celestial Pleasures, etc are tinged with Orissa local colours.
` This is my town,
With din and bustle, glamour and glory,
I liked it very much,
Though at times I am baffled to see,
The streets dotted with debris ,
And dumped with building materials
[ MY TOWN p-34]
This poetry volume is an eye opener for everyone who has forgot the spiritual history of this country. The leader of spiritual odyssey is trying to become the leader of corruption or the the winner of materialistic race.Our greenfields have been replaced by skyscrapers.It looks we are progressing towards our destruction.Such poems entitled ` The Most Awaited End, Chandikhole, Beyond the Ravages of time, The Distant Horizon express these feelings.The poet also looks to me the master of mysticism. He reminds me William Blake and his poems .This Indian country is the country of religious faiths and even a stone can be worshipped here
` This is Bharata Varsa,
A stone can be wonderful source,
Of inspiration for many,
And the architects,
Not only make a living,
But also they are ordained,
To do their best
[ BEHIND THE TAPESTRY p-44]
The poet attracts our attention towards the poor and helpless in such poems as ` Cadences of Sorrow, The Way Forward and Backward,`The poet has full faith that India will once again become the Jagadguru . He even appreciates the unity in diversity of this country.
` India is a fantastic country,
With variety and contrarity,
Diversity of views,
Are most distinguishing characteristics
Of the people
[ CONSONANCE p- 49]
His love of India and its spirituality is reflected from such poems as `India Gate, Across the Country.etc` The poet inspires us to remain away from malice, casteism and jealousy because we are the sons of the same father.
`Everyone admires him,
As he is free from malice,
Towards anybody,
Quite friendly and compassionate,
Developing the aptitude.
[ GOOD OF THE UNIVERSE p-60]
The poet is unique in presenting the local imagery and symbols. Parida who hails from the land of great poets like Ramakant Rath, Sitakant Mahapatra, Jayant Mahapatra, Niranjan Mohanty, Bibhu Pandhi etc shows the same poetic sensibility in this poetry volume.This poetry volume ends with a sad note and last two poems `The Fragmented Phantasmagoria , The Grim Scenario ` compels us to brood on the dismal situation .
`with cries for a morsel of the food,
Or bowl of water,
While relief operations go on,
In the worst hit areas in slow degrees,
[ THE GRIM SCENARIO p-67]
In the end I can say the poet is quite successful in his efforts to awake us from the slumber of mammonism .This poetry volume is a must read for every avid reader and lover of poetry. Its poetry volume is also reasonable. I do hope that many more poetry volumes will flow from the mighty pen of Dr. S. Parida.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
DR. RAM SHARMA`S POEMS-3
BLOSSOM
Why the forest have disappeared,
Why the birds do not chirp ?
Where are the hords of animals ?
Why the mind do not blossom?
Friends are no where
Alone and palely loitering,
Believes have been broken,
Music has become noise
Be happy and blossom
HAPPINESS
Happiness,
is state of mind,
anywhere to be find,
no concern with riches,
so my heart aches,
to spread it,
among,
the mankind
ASHES OF MEMORIES
My time,
has been burnt,
in your memories,
Its ashes will raise,
it will reach to you,
with fast wind,
it will strike in your eyes,
then you will feel,
how difficult it is,
to live in memories
OPPORTUNIST
I am really indebted to you,
you guided me to come out of this dark tunnel,
you made me laugh in my autumn,
you made me a man,
but i returned,
everything by forgetting everything,
i poked glass in your heart,
i returned everything,
because i don`t recognise you any more
Why the forest have disappeared,
Why the birds do not chirp ?
Where are the hords of animals ?
Why the mind do not blossom?
Friends are no where
Alone and palely loitering,
Believes have been broken,
Music has become noise
Be happy and blossom
HAPPINESS
Happiness,
is state of mind,
anywhere to be find,
no concern with riches,
so my heart aches,
to spread it,
among,
the mankind
ASHES OF MEMORIES
My time,
has been burnt,
in your memories,
Its ashes will raise,
it will reach to you,
with fast wind,
it will strike in your eyes,
then you will feel,
how difficult it is,
to live in memories
OPPORTUNIST
I am really indebted to you,
you guided me to come out of this dark tunnel,
you made me laugh in my autumn,
you made me a man,
but i returned,
everything by forgetting everything,
i poked glass in your heart,
i returned everything,
because i don`t recognise you any more
POEMS OF DR. RAM SHARMA-2
SHOWERS
A short while ago,
There was the zingling of showers,
Water was everywhere,
Now the pouring of rain has stopped,
The sun has come out,
From the dark tunnel of clouds,
Drops are dancing wayward,
Children are full of rendzevous frenzy,
It looks silence,
After dark tensions and lightning
DISASTER
BY DR. RAM SHARMAIn the selfish embrossia,Man has forgotten man,Like Dushanta forgotten Shakuntala,Humanity has been crucified,Love has been burried,Every man is unearthing money,In his coal-mineNow we need love-divineTo lead a life fine
CREEPING SAPLINGS
BY DR. RAM SHARMAIn our orchards,The childhood is creeping,We are burdening,Them,With our ambitionsWe are expecting too much,Our cruelities are insceasing day by day,The childhood is disappearing,Save childhood
PRISON
Today`s man is in his prison,
prison of fear,
air has the fair of fragrance,
colours all around,
Today is festival,
but mother says,
remain at home
remain in prison,
prison of self
BLOSSOM
BY DR. RAM SHARMA
C-26, SHRADHAPURI PHASE2
KANKERKHERA, MEERUT CANTT-250001, U.P., INDIA
Why the forest have disappeared,
Why the birds do not chirp ?
Where are the hords of animals ?
Why the mind do not blossom?
Friends are no where
Alone and palely loitering,
Believes have been broken,
Music has become noise
Be happy and blossom
A short while ago,
There was the zingling of showers,
Water was everywhere,
Now the pouring of rain has stopped,
The sun has come out,
From the dark tunnel of clouds,
Drops are dancing wayward,
Children are full of rendzevous frenzy,
It looks silence,
After dark tensions and lightning
DISASTER
BY DR. RAM SHARMAIn the selfish embrossia,Man has forgotten man,Like Dushanta forgotten Shakuntala,Humanity has been crucified,Love has been burried,Every man is unearthing money,In his coal-mineNow we need love-divineTo lead a life fine
CREEPING SAPLINGS
BY DR. RAM SHARMAIn our orchards,The childhood is creeping,We are burdening,Them,With our ambitionsWe are expecting too much,Our cruelities are insceasing day by day,The childhood is disappearing,Save childhood
PRISON
Today`s man is in his prison,
prison of fear,
air has the fair of fragrance,
colours all around,
Today is festival,
but mother says,
remain at home
remain in prison,
prison of self
BLOSSOM
BY DR. RAM SHARMA
C-26, SHRADHAPURI PHASE2
KANKERKHERA, MEERUT CANTT-250001, U.P., INDIA
Why the forest have disappeared,
Why the birds do not chirp ?
Where are the hords of animals ?
Why the mind do not blossom?
Friends are no where
Alone and palely loitering,
Believes have been broken,
Music has become noise
Be happy and blossom
DR. RAM SHARMA`S POEMS
CHILDHOOD MEMORIES
BY DR. RAM SHARMA
C-26, SHRADHAPURI PHASE2, KANKERKHERA, MEERUT, U.P., INDIA-250001
I still remember my childhood,
Love, affection and chide of my mother,
Weeping in a false manner,
Playing in the moonlight,
Struggles with cousins and companions,
Psuedo-chide of my father,
I still have everything with me,
But i miss,
Those childhood memories
2 OCTOPUS
Man has become octopus,
entangled in his own clutches,
fallen from sky to earth,
new foundation was made,
of rituals, customs and manners,
tried to come out of the clutches,
but not
waiting for doom`s day
YEARS
Years,
passed,
of this century,
in the hope,
era has changed,
to see something new,
perhaps,
everything will be changed,
but what happens with thinking,
do something positive
it will take years,
to build
COMPLAIN
I am tired,
of callling,
i am finding none,
to come with me,
none is hearing me,
hearts have been locked,
windows of ears have been closed,
its my fate,
pain is my destiny,
i have no complain,
towards anyone
WOUNDS
I want to forget everything,
dropping wounds,flowing tears,
hunger,despair and sting of poverty,
wall of discrimination,
i want to forget this,
but people wants,
not to heal this,
my efforts have become useless,
my wounds are still live
O! ROSE
O! rose,
you,
left thorns,
in my orchard,
i am bleeding,
my orchard has no fragrance,
still now,
many plants grew,
but weather is not favourable,
greenary has lost,
trees are cut,
belief no more,
system crushed,
orchard has become desert
HOPES
The faces of hopes,
have become dim,
greenery has disappeared,
like ghosts,
the shades have become mirage,
skyscrappers are creating tensions,
green colour is our reliever,
we hope to save this greenery
LORD GANESHA
Destroyer of men`s obstacles,
beginners of every auspicious work,
lover of modakas[ sweets],
ardent obedient to his father,
having the trunk of an elephant,
a transplantation of the head of an elephant,
driver of mouse-van,
save us from all hurdles, all obstacles
ANGER
Anger,
is like,
having a burning coal,
in his hands,
and burning himself,
it is a volcano,
destroys all the limbs,
it is an earthquake,
that shakes itself,
it is a bomb-blast,
that blasts its own body,
it is a bullet that kills himself,
drive away anger
USE OF
What is the use of,
hiding the miseries,
what is the use of,
smiling,
relations are very fragile,
what is the use of,
testing them,
the thirst of the earth can`t be quenched,
what is the use of,
bloodshed,
BURNING DREAM
I am burning dream,
of your eyes,
i am cold scorching ,
of the moon,
you have forgotten,
which by burning to ashes,
i am that dream,
PROGRESS
Propaganding of skills,
creating useless thrills,
destroying the image of others,
accumulating the maximum opportunity,
showing the maximum generosity,
at the cost of others,
climbing step by step on the heads of others,
naked play of money,
partition and bargaining of honey,
always for their sake,
this progress is fake,
this is retrogress
SPRING FEVER
The nature has dressed green saree,
white, red, yellow coloured flowers,
have made its border,
the cuckoo is singing in the trees,
all these are welcoming the spring,
All are praying goddess Sarawati,
all have sung auspicious songs,
the noise of birds, the naughtiness of wind,
all have come to welcome spring,
new zeal, new weather, new environment,
we welcome you o! spring
DARKNESS
How beautiful are eyes,
but they have no light,
how many rivers have dried,
in the heart of desert,
you can see everything,
you can recognise everything,
but why this darkness was in your fate,
the light of eyes denied,
what kind of punishment it is?
but don`t loose heart,
don`t off the light of your insight,
don`t go away from the battlefield,
of life
open the eyes of your mind
DARKNESS IN STREETS
Dakness is hovering in streets,
how can i get brightness,
how are persons of two faces,
chilhood is burdened with tons,
no one is to support here,
every country is terrorised,
humanity is moaning now,
devils are prospering
HAVE PATIENCE
This darkness will disappear,
have patience,
after all the sun will rise,
have patience,
this destruction will stop,
have patience,
Lord Buddha will emerge once again,
have patience,
Lord Krishna is coming,
to create the symphony of love by his flute,
PRIEST OF LABOUR
The farmer,
sows,
the drops of sweats,
with seeds in the fields,
seeds germinate with labour,
whether it is a farmer or a labourer,
every one is priest of labour,
but today we are going away from labour,
we are searching short cuts,
without labour,
without labour
man is not man
WORLD OF IMAGINATION
Where has gone that world?
of my imagination,
where has gone the compassion,
which was among mankind,
where has gone that society?
which had love and love only,
in place of hatred, jealousy and malice,
where has gone that people?
who dedicated themselves to the society,
will this world of my imagination,?
return again
when the people,
will recognise their humanity the
VIVACITY
You are vivacious,
like the flowing river,
my life is controlled,
like a dam,
you are homogenious,
mingle many streams within you,
but i am infinite sea,
but provide me patience,
to control the speed of the anger,
otherwise there would be destructionmselves
EVERYTHING IS THERE
Why do you feel defeated,?
why are you sitting in the way?
the path is difficult,
but life is there,
don`t remain in the dark tunnel,
of disappointment,
one spark is there,
don`t worry, if this sea of life,
is polluted,
one pearl of love is there
FIGHT WITH MIGHT
The night is dark,
but day is bright,
look! both have got ,
a very lovely sight,
Deep inside us goes on a fight,
constantly between dark and light,
should never darkness let to reign the domain,
let us fight with might
LET US FIGHT WITH TERRORISM
ONLY MINE
My heart is restless for your embrace,
i`ll take you in my palace,
i can challenge the world and time,
i`m sure you are but only mine,
A young lady rocks in my vision,
her face throws me away in illusion
she comes to me from high skies,
bears love and pain in her eyes,
Her cheeks are comely and smile is sober,
she can be crazy but her beauty never,
though her eyes bear a star`s bright glow,
it ensures her love but it`s too slow
Many a times she has put me to test,
never gave me a single moment to rest,
she tries to cool my burning desires,
hey! i`m not water but a ball of fire
TEARS
When the tears flow from eyes,
these say many things ,
the heart faces the hurt,
but why do the tears flow from eyes?
suddenly when we get the happiness,
the stream of tears start flowing,
when everyone departs,
these tears remain with us,
in difficult times
WHAT ARE YOU?
I go on thinking usually,
afterall what are you?
perhaps you are a song of the poet,
or you are lotus in the lake,
i keepin on thinking gazing the stars,
as much i think about you,
i drown in the sea of memories,
are you the fragrant summer eve ?
or the first sunshine after showers,
the much i thought about you,
the more i got you
I AM
What am i ?
body or soul,
or an ego,
haelth or wealth,
name and fame,
post and chair,
if we delete i from these,
what will remain then,
pure existence,
reality, bliss and the eternal destination,
where one wants to reach
MASTER
What is,
in the ownership,
of limitless treasures,
when he doesn`t have,
morality, love and compassion,
pity, patience and bravery,
without these things,
he is like a tree,
without roots,
which neither provide,
shade and shelter to birds,
nor fruits to eat,
what`s the use,
of becoming master of these things
GANGA MAIYYA
O! the daughter of great Himalaya,
i salute you Ganga Maiyya,
you the provider of life to everyone,
you the symbol of belief of everyone,
you are flowing through stones and hills,
your glory is immortal,
throughout the ages,
How beautiful you are?
you are telling the tale,
of immortal glory,
your water remains pure throughout the ages,
your thoughts are immortal and divine,
we get solace near your banks,
people gets heaven who dies near you,
o ! Ganga Maiyya, i salute you
TEACHINGS OF BHAGVAD GITA
Gita uttered from the divine mouth of God,
it is really sea in nutshell,
it is easy and free flowing,
it is spring in autumn,
it is like dark clouds of rain in desert,
it is provider of Moksha,
it blesses like mother,
it tells us easy way,
to do our duty,
but reward shouldn`t be our concern,
this is the teaching of Bhagvad Gita
YOU WILL GO ALONE
You wil not accompany you,
you will go alone,
your palaces , your cars,
your body upon which you showed pride,
you thought yourself immortal,
you will roll in dust,
this world is like changing colours,
what will you get in this world ?
all relations are false,
these are illusions of love,
one thing is certain,
you will go alone
BY DR. RAM SHARMA
C-26, SHRADHAPURI PHASE2, KANKERKHERA, MEERUT, U.P., INDIA-250001
I still remember my childhood,
Love, affection and chide of my mother,
Weeping in a false manner,
Playing in the moonlight,
Struggles with cousins and companions,
Psuedo-chide of my father,
I still have everything with me,
But i miss,
Those childhood memories
2 OCTOPUS
Man has become octopus,
entangled in his own clutches,
fallen from sky to earth,
new foundation was made,
of rituals, customs and manners,
tried to come out of the clutches,
but not
waiting for doom`s day
YEARS
Years,
passed,
of this century,
in the hope,
era has changed,
to see something new,
perhaps,
everything will be changed,
but what happens with thinking,
do something positive
it will take years,
to build
COMPLAIN
I am tired,
of callling,
i am finding none,
to come with me,
none is hearing me,
hearts have been locked,
windows of ears have been closed,
its my fate,
pain is my destiny,
i have no complain,
towards anyone
WOUNDS
I want to forget everything,
dropping wounds,flowing tears,
hunger,despair and sting of poverty,
wall of discrimination,
i want to forget this,
but people wants,
not to heal this,
my efforts have become useless,
my wounds are still live
O! ROSE
O! rose,
you,
left thorns,
in my orchard,
i am bleeding,
my orchard has no fragrance,
still now,
many plants grew,
but weather is not favourable,
greenary has lost,
trees are cut,
belief no more,
system crushed,
orchard has become desert
HOPES
The faces of hopes,
have become dim,
greenery has disappeared,
like ghosts,
the shades have become mirage,
skyscrappers are creating tensions,
green colour is our reliever,
we hope to save this greenery
LORD GANESHA
Destroyer of men`s obstacles,
beginners of every auspicious work,
lover of modakas[ sweets],
ardent obedient to his father,
having the trunk of an elephant,
a transplantation of the head of an elephant,
driver of mouse-van,
save us from all hurdles, all obstacles
ANGER
Anger,
is like,
having a burning coal,
in his hands,
and burning himself,
it is a volcano,
destroys all the limbs,
it is an earthquake,
that shakes itself,
it is a bomb-blast,
that blasts its own body,
it is a bullet that kills himself,
drive away anger
USE OF
What is the use of,
hiding the miseries,
what is the use of,
smiling,
relations are very fragile,
what is the use of,
testing them,
the thirst of the earth can`t be quenched,
what is the use of,
bloodshed,
BURNING DREAM
I am burning dream,
of your eyes,
i am cold scorching ,
of the moon,
you have forgotten,
which by burning to ashes,
i am that dream,
PROGRESS
Propaganding of skills,
creating useless thrills,
destroying the image of others,
accumulating the maximum opportunity,
showing the maximum generosity,
at the cost of others,
climbing step by step on the heads of others,
naked play of money,
partition and bargaining of honey,
always for their sake,
this progress is fake,
this is retrogress
SPRING FEVER
The nature has dressed green saree,
white, red, yellow coloured flowers,
have made its border,
the cuckoo is singing in the trees,
all these are welcoming the spring,
All are praying goddess Sarawati,
all have sung auspicious songs,
the noise of birds, the naughtiness of wind,
all have come to welcome spring,
new zeal, new weather, new environment,
we welcome you o! spring
DARKNESS
How beautiful are eyes,
but they have no light,
how many rivers have dried,
in the heart of desert,
you can see everything,
you can recognise everything,
but why this darkness was in your fate,
the light of eyes denied,
what kind of punishment it is?
but don`t loose heart,
don`t off the light of your insight,
don`t go away from the battlefield,
of life
open the eyes of your mind
DARKNESS IN STREETS
Dakness is hovering in streets,
how can i get brightness,
how are persons of two faces,
chilhood is burdened with tons,
no one is to support here,
every country is terrorised,
humanity is moaning now,
devils are prospering
HAVE PATIENCE
This darkness will disappear,
have patience,
after all the sun will rise,
have patience,
this destruction will stop,
have patience,
Lord Buddha will emerge once again,
have patience,
Lord Krishna is coming,
to create the symphony of love by his flute,
PRIEST OF LABOUR
The farmer,
sows,
the drops of sweats,
with seeds in the fields,
seeds germinate with labour,
whether it is a farmer or a labourer,
every one is priest of labour,
but today we are going away from labour,
we are searching short cuts,
without labour,
without labour
man is not man
WORLD OF IMAGINATION
Where has gone that world?
of my imagination,
where has gone the compassion,
which was among mankind,
where has gone that society?
which had love and love only,
in place of hatred, jealousy and malice,
where has gone that people?
who dedicated themselves to the society,
will this world of my imagination,?
return again
when the people,
will recognise their humanity the
VIVACITY
You are vivacious,
like the flowing river,
my life is controlled,
like a dam,
you are homogenious,
mingle many streams within you,
but i am infinite sea,
but provide me patience,
to control the speed of the anger,
otherwise there would be destructionmselves
EVERYTHING IS THERE
Why do you feel defeated,?
why are you sitting in the way?
the path is difficult,
but life is there,
don`t remain in the dark tunnel,
of disappointment,
one spark is there,
don`t worry, if this sea of life,
is polluted,
one pearl of love is there
FIGHT WITH MIGHT
The night is dark,
but day is bright,
look! both have got ,
a very lovely sight,
Deep inside us goes on a fight,
constantly between dark and light,
should never darkness let to reign the domain,
let us fight with might
LET US FIGHT WITH TERRORISM
ONLY MINE
My heart is restless for your embrace,
i`ll take you in my palace,
i can challenge the world and time,
i`m sure you are but only mine,
A young lady rocks in my vision,
her face throws me away in illusion
she comes to me from high skies,
bears love and pain in her eyes,
Her cheeks are comely and smile is sober,
she can be crazy but her beauty never,
though her eyes bear a star`s bright glow,
it ensures her love but it`s too slow
Many a times she has put me to test,
never gave me a single moment to rest,
she tries to cool my burning desires,
hey! i`m not water but a ball of fire
TEARS
When the tears flow from eyes,
these say many things ,
the heart faces the hurt,
but why do the tears flow from eyes?
suddenly when we get the happiness,
the stream of tears start flowing,
when everyone departs,
these tears remain with us,
in difficult times
WHAT ARE YOU?
I go on thinking usually,
afterall what are you?
perhaps you are a song of the poet,
or you are lotus in the lake,
i keepin on thinking gazing the stars,
as much i think about you,
i drown in the sea of memories,
are you the fragrant summer eve ?
or the first sunshine after showers,
the much i thought about you,
the more i got you
I AM
What am i ?
body or soul,
or an ego,
haelth or wealth,
name and fame,
post and chair,
if we delete i from these,
what will remain then,
pure existence,
reality, bliss and the eternal destination,
where one wants to reach
MASTER
What is,
in the ownership,
of limitless treasures,
when he doesn`t have,
morality, love and compassion,
pity, patience and bravery,
without these things,
he is like a tree,
without roots,
which neither provide,
shade and shelter to birds,
nor fruits to eat,
what`s the use,
of becoming master of these things
GANGA MAIYYA
O! the daughter of great Himalaya,
i salute you Ganga Maiyya,
you the provider of life to everyone,
you the symbol of belief of everyone,
you are flowing through stones and hills,
your glory is immortal,
throughout the ages,
How beautiful you are?
you are telling the tale,
of immortal glory,
your water remains pure throughout the ages,
your thoughts are immortal and divine,
we get solace near your banks,
people gets heaven who dies near you,
o ! Ganga Maiyya, i salute you
TEACHINGS OF BHAGVAD GITA
Gita uttered from the divine mouth of God,
it is really sea in nutshell,
it is easy and free flowing,
it is spring in autumn,
it is like dark clouds of rain in desert,
it is provider of Moksha,
it blesses like mother,
it tells us easy way,
to do our duty,
but reward shouldn`t be our concern,
this is the teaching of Bhagvad Gita
YOU WILL GO ALONE
You wil not accompany you,
you will go alone,
your palaces , your cars,
your body upon which you showed pride,
you thought yourself immortal,
you will roll in dust,
this world is like changing colours,
what will you get in this world ?
all relations are false,
these are illusions of love,
one thing is certain,
you will go alone
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