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Could you, yourself, My Lord! forgive them?
Could you, yourself, My Lord! love them too?
Since my childhood I lived and grown up with Rabindranath Tagore, who has always been my God. My mother used to recite his verses and one particular poem, Prasna, The Question, was and is my most favourite one among them all what I do recite several times every now and then. But ironically the same poem has become a true incident in my real life of late. I was just stunned realizing that!
Today, being “Baishe Sraban”, the death anniversary of the great poet, let me again recite this poem to pay homage to him. So true it has been in my uncompassionate life.
Prasna (Question)
Lord, time and again you have sent your
messengers to this heartless world;
and they have asked us to pardon all, to love all,
to pluck out of the heart the poisonous roots
of hatred.
They are adorable and ever to be remembered.
Yet in these dark days from my doorstep
I have turned them back with an empty salutation.
Have I not myself seen how, under cover of night,
secret violence strikes at helpless innocence,
and the aggression of the mighty unchecked
in lonely silence the voice of justice chokes?
Have I not seen young enthusiasts, in a wild rush,
court painful death, knocking against stone walls
in vain?
My voice is strangled, dumb my flute,
The world is swaddled and lost in a nightmare
of darkness abounding.
And I ask you: those who are poisoning your air, and blotting out your light,
can you forgive them, is your love for them too?
Rabindranath Tagore (7 May 1861 ‒ 7 August 1941) and this poem Prasna (January 26, 1932).
Nothing more needs to be conveyed in the cir cum stances beyond the above unforgettable words of Rabindranath that aptly mirror the anguish of a stunned humanity in the killing fields love and faith.
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Let me be born anew
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Mar 6, 2010 12:15 pm
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Let me have this handful of life.
Let me be born anew;
Let me live for a while.
Let the chirping birds greet the dawn;
Let the shy cheeks of sky be red;
Let the new Sun peep in the horizon;
Let me gasp the cool breeze afresh.
Let there be no darkness looming large.
Let there be no impurity within.
Let there be no lightning surge.
Let there be no cloud stepping in.
Let my sky be devoid of all.
Let there be neither cloud nor rain.
Let there be neither winter nor fall;
Let there be sunshine ever flowing.
Let me have this handful of love.
Let me have a fresh lease of life.
Let me be born anew;
Let me live for a while.
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And I rise from the ashes
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Mar 6, 2010 11:33 am
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And I rise from the ashes.....
And let the phoenix fly.
As I aspire to be the phoenix itself,
As I live to live or die to die.
I aspire to live endlessly;
Or till a certain turn of life.
Where there will be a moment certain,
Beyond which I cease to exist.
Till that time, my Love,
I shall exist in your love.
Till I attain that moment of life,
Till I live for the love forever,
Till I know you are there for me,
Till I live for you my Love.
And till that moment, my Love,
I love you and will love you forever.
Make sure that moment never exists,
Make sure to keep the candle lit,
Make sure you don’t lose the thread
Of love, or maybe the life, under cease.
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A boy met a girl
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Dec 19, 2009 9:59 am
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A boy met a girl
It was a cold December night;
The winter had taken its stride.
The leaves were deserting the branches,
And the weather was pale and dry.
Neither there was any sign of rain,
Nor was there any could in the sky.
A desolate boy in this banal environ
Roamed around in search for a companion.
A girl was also alone, feeling dejected
Met the boy, just as a matter of fact.
Soon the boy fell in love with her....
Losing all his senses devoted himself to her.
All his mornings started with his girl,
Getting wished by the charming tone of her.
He used to stand by the lake side at noon
To meet his girl, as their love slowly shone.
They used to talk for hours together.
Engrossed in themselves; he lost into her.
Came spring, and their love bloomed.
Soon they made for themselves a heavenly abode.
So happy was he, having his own home,
Never had he aspired to achieve more.
Every night he used to return his home
Calling it a day, with his girl, so adorable.
Came summer, and the birds flapped their wings.......
So did the girl as she wished.
Before the rain could flood them out,
Left she, deserting the boy, in a bout.
Before he could realize it, once for all
Found himself, down-and-out; as came fall.
Come winter, again in full circle,
Resurrecting his memoires, the boy now lights a candle.
This dry winter night, moistens his eyes......
Remembers he, all those four seasons, with a deep sigh
It’s a saga that began on this date of last winter,
Exactly on the same day in a cold December weather.......
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May the journey be happy
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Dec 16, 2009 9:25 am
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May the journey be happy.
May the journey ever continue.......
Be it a return or a start, anew.
Let there be happiness unbound;
Let there be feelings unfound;
May the quest for a new world
Bring afresh the way to look forward.
Let the twists and turns of life...
Forever make the days bright.
Let there be ecstasy of re-union;
Let there be euphoria of emotion;
Let there be verses to mark
The footsteps of life and love.
May there be no past to beckon,
Or any wound to reckon.
Let there still be few souls left-
Yet to learn how to move ahead;
Yet to master the art of life;
Coz they just cannot think otherwise.
Coz they cannot just turn their backs on
To those drops that flow on and on .......
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Have come back to you
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Dec 1, 2009 5:49 am
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Have come back to you
‘Have come back to you.
Like a lost child,
Returns to his mother.
I have come back to you.
Lost I was...
In the path of darkness.
Trust took a backseat;
Was ruled by friends turned backstabbers.
Walking on a tight rope of life,
Wondering if there is
Any end of it.
Never to forget
Those golden words --
‘Night is the darkest before dawn,
But the coming dawn is inevitable.’
And the light came.
Honesty won over dishonesty.
I could turn again
To whom I always
Take my shelter.
Yes, my poems,
My very own world of poems,
I have returned to you.
You always give me the care.
And the much needed shoulder
To cry on when I need it
So badly.
And the tears that you wipe off
Can never go in vein, my poems.
Yes, My poems,
I have come back to you.
Never to go away..
Never to call it a day..
A die hard soul in me
Can never say adieu.
My poem, Oh! My own world of poems
I have come back to you.
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Paint your love
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Nov 5, 2009 2:15 am
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Paint your love.
Ever tried to paint love?
If not,
Try it once.
Its like painting your own girl;
The girl you ever dreamt of.
First, draw the outlines,
As nicely as her curves.
Give her the desired shapes
With full bloomed breasts,
The naval and the attractive thighs.
Paint them in your colour of passion.
Give her the silky hair,
And a pair of luscious lips,
Just above her chin and
Below her pointed nose.
And maybe a mole in between
As if it symbolises your own self.
Make her as nicer as you can
But beware!
Be cautious before painting her eyes!
Dont ever give her an eye ball.
Never do this mistake again.
If you do.....
Then you must know for sure-
That she would look at you first
With her first smile.
And then she would turn to her back
And leave you forever.
Deserting her own creator.
Only because you just have
Enlivened her
Given her eyes, her life.
Now she doesnt need you anymore.......
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Home, so sweet.
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Nov 1, 2009 3:06 am
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Home, so sweet.
Amidst the jungle of concrete,
At the crowd of the skyscrapers,
We seek our own home, sweet.
We crave for a heavenly abode.
Sometimes life becomes so ruthless
And a home, own is never built.
Rarely life becomes so benevolent
That a home is so dearly made.
Some become happily content
With a home, own and so sweet.
Some even aspire for more
Want a palace or castle gigantic.
They flap their wings for more
Aspiring the more they need,
Deserting their own home, sweet
They fly for a destination adrift.
The home deserted sighs behind,
Wishes them to turn back and return;
Never have they cared for their own shelter.
Never have they stopped aspiring for more.
In this vicious cycle of desire,
We often forget to read the writing
At the canvas of life, wide-
That, nothing ever remains there, forever,
Be it the palace or the castle in the air
Or the maybe the deserted home,
Still so beloved, so adorably sweet.
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Happy Birth Day to the Last Emperor of India.
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Oct 11, 2009 3:49 am
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Happy Birth Day to the Last Emperor of India.
Who cares for what age you turned,
As its just immaterial for what you are.
You defeated the age in your own style,
And remained as the brightest star in our sky.
You became the legend of youth and vigour;
None can ever match you now and forever.
You are truly the last emperor of India.
We admire you for your unparalleled persona.
The Big B and the real Big Boss of our time,
You took the world right in your own stride.
So many times you found your back at the wall,
But you just broke the barrier and became the winner.
Let me salute you, my idol, my lord of the rings,
Let me feel blessed to have you in me and my dreams.
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The volcano and the wind
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Oct 11, 2009 3:46 am
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The volcano and the wind
It was a volcano, barren and dormant,
Standing atop the mountain, distant;
Having kept all the fires in it, within,
Opting for the silence to talk for it.
With all its anger, love and sorrows
It waited for a wind to touch it soft.
There came a wind like a cool breeze
And uncovered the lid of soil over it.
Never had the wind known what was inside.
Unaware of the outcome dug it wide.
An ocean of treasures filled within,
The volcano got explored by the calm wind.
Surprised, was the wind, unable to fathom
How deep it would be there to explore.
Unknowingly it went deeper and deeper
And soon found itself dragged towards
An ocean of love and unending bliss.
Cried the wind drowning into it.
Never had it known what to do with
The unknown turn of life, unexpected mirth.
Before it could gasp for a breath
Found itself drowned deep at the niche.
The volcano then erupted with all its might
And the wind concealed itself into the ocean, wide.
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Me and my wishes.......
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Oct 3, 2009 12:23 pm
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Me and my wishes.....
I wish, if my wishes had wings.
I wish if they could fly,
Up above the sky.
Never to fall on earth.
Never to knock on anybodys mind.
Never to reach anywhere.
Not to convey, my heartiest greetings
To anyone, on any precious moment,
Like a celebration of birth and joy.
Where me and my wishes
May be uncalled for
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Inauspicious they are.
And so am I.
Unwarranted and never awaited,
Like a thunderstorm in the darkest night;
Always to be cursed upon;
Always to be hated of.
Ever untouchable, ever forgotten
Me and my wishes may
Be left to be flown away
Up above the sky to go away.
Should they never return,
Should never be cared for their own emotions.
Should never be conveyed to anyone
That, I wish, and heartily wish
Many very happy returns of the day.
When and where me and my wishes
Should never make it as
A melancholy evening of a morose autumn.
Rather let me and my wishes
Be as dejected as they are
Amidst any unending flow of
Love and happiness spread all over.
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