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When I Be Absent In This World ( Mystical Love Poem )

 

Moving Towards A Place Where Earthly Meets The Divine :-)

Moving Towards A Place Where Earthly Meets The Divine ЁЯЩВ



Let’s venture out to quiet place

Where time has come to standstill
Where moments love to freeze
And at such a place
Sitting under shade of each other’s soul
Ponder about those days
When we be missing from this world
And yet life’s beauty be prevailing around
In all its majestic grandeur
And such an introspection
Would add a new dimension
In our existence
In our collective silence
Conceived as your silence merged with mine
That annihilated our beingness
And as that happened
We kept coming close
To the realm of ┬аAbsolute
Which steadily and slowly
Kept moving towards us
Silently embracing our collective silence
The separation vanished altogether
And prevailed absolute oneness
Untouched by impermanence
Gaining entry into realm
Where oneness gets wedded to totality
In light of incessant togetherness.

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Hindi Version Of The Poem:┬а

рдПрдХ рджрд┐рди рдЬрдм рд╣рдо рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреЗ ( рд░рд╣рд╕реНрдпрд╡рд╛рджреА рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛┬а)

 

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Information About The Picture:

The picture clicked by me┬а shows River Ganges┬а flowing through my village situated in Mirzapur District, Uttar Pradesh, India.

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рд╡реЛ рдЬреЛ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдЬреЛреЬрддрд╛ рдПрдХ рдкреБрд▓ рд╣реИ!

рд╡реЛ рдЬреЛ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдЬреЛреЬрддрд╛ рдПрдХ рдкреБрд▓ рд╣реИ!

рд╡реЛ рдЬреЛ рддреБрдорд╕реЗ рдЬреЛреЬрддрд╛ рдПрдХ рдкреБрд▓ рд╣реИ!

рдХрд╣реА рди рдХрд╣реА рддреЗрд░реЗ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдмреАрдЪ
рдореЗрдВ рдПрдХ рдкреБрд▓ рд╣реИ
рдЬрд┐рд╕ рдкрд░ рд╕реЗ рдЧреБреЫрд░ рдХрд░ рдореИ
рдЕрдХреНрд╕рд░ рдкрд╣реБрдЪ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ рддреБрдо рддрдХ

рд╣рд╛рдВ рд╡реЛ рдкреБрд▓ рджрд┐рдЦрддрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИ
рдЗрд╕ рдпрдерд╛рд░реНрде рд╕реЗ рднрд░реА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛рдБ рдореЗрдВ
рдареАрдХ рд╣реА рддреЛ рд╣реИ рдХрд┐ рджрд┐рдЦрддрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ
рдпрд╛ рдлрд┐рд░ рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдареАрдХ рд╣реА рддреЛ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛
рдЬрдм рдореИрдВрдиреЗ рдЗрд╕реЗ рд╕рдЪреНрдЪреА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдореЗрдВ ┬а
рджреЛрд╖ рдмрд╛рдзрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдмрдВрдзреА рдиреЫрд░реЛ рд╕реЗ рдЙрд▓рдЭрддреА
рд╣рд░ рдЗрд╕ рддрд░рд╣ рдХреЗ рддрд┐рдХреЬрдореЛ рд╕реЗ рдКрдкрд░ рд░рдЦрд╛
рдФрд░ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдмрдирд╛рдпрд╛ рд╕рдмрдХреЛ рджрд┐рдЦрдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓рд╛ рдкреБрд▓

рд╡реЛ рдПрдХ рдкреБрд▓
рдЬрд┐рд╕ рдкрд░ рд╕реЗ рдЧреБреЫрд░ рдХрд░ рдореИ
рдЕрдХреНрд╕рд░ рдкрд╣реБрдЪ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ рддреБрдо рддрдХ

рдмрдирддрд╛ рдпрд╛ рдмрдирд╛рддрд╛ рдЗрд╕реЗ рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛рдБ рдореЗрдВ
рддреЛ рдирд┐рд╢реНрдЪрд┐рдд рдерд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╡реЛ рдврд╣ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛
рдЫрд▓ рдХрдкрдЯ рд╕реЗ рднрд░реА рд╣рд░ рдирд┐рдЧрд╛рд╣реЛ рд╕реЗ
рдирд┐рдХрд▓рддреА рд╣рд░ рдПрдХ рдЙрддрд░рди рд╕реЗрдВ
рдФрд░ рдорд┐рдЯ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╡реЛ рдПрдХ рд╕рд╣рд╛рд░рд╛ рднреА
рдЬреЛ ┬ардЕрднреА рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЬреАрдиреЗ рдХреА рдПрдХ рд╡рдЬрд╣ рд╣реИ

рд╡реЛ рдПрдХ рдкреБрд▓
рдЬрд┐рд╕ рдкрд░ рд╕реЗ рдЧреБреЫрд░ рдХрд░ рдореИ
рдпрдерд╛рд░реНрде рдХреЗ рдмреАрдЪ рд╕реЗ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ
рдЕрдХреНрд╕рд░ рдкрд╣реБрдЪ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реВрдБ рддреБрдо рддрдХ
рд╣рд░ рд░реЛрдЬ, рд╣рд░ рдПрдХ рдЧреБрдЬрд░рддреЗ рд▓рдореНрд╣реЗ рдореЗрдВ!
рдЙрд╕ рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛рдБ рдореЗрдВ рдЬрд╣рд╛ рдХреЛрдИ рдирд╣реА рд╣реЛрддрд╛
рд╕рд┐рд╡рд╛рдп рддреЗрд░реЗ рдФрд░ рдореЗрд░реЗ рдЕрд╕реНрддрд┐рддреНрд╡ рдХреЗ.

For Non-Hindi Readers:

English Version┬аOf The Same Poem

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A Bridge Between Two Souls! (Poetry)

There exists a bridge between You and I!

There exists a bridge between You and I!

There exists a bridge between
You and I
And I travel across it
To reach to you each day.

This bridge remains invisible
In the world governed by reality
Glad that it is non-existent!
In a world marred by evil eyes
It remains invisible to naked eyes
In love with concrete images
And I did the right
By not giving it a shape
To a bridge I travel across
Each day to reach to you.

Had it been built by me
Surely it would have collapsed
Facing every passing moment
The rays of eyes dipped in
Evil and falsehood, treachery and crime,
And I would have lost something
Which sustains my earthly existence

There exists a bridge between
You and I
And I travel across it
Through the realities of visible world
To reach to you each day
In every passing moment
To arrive at a world
Where no one exists
Other than you and I.

Attention Readers:

Hindi Version Of The Same Poem

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Celebrating Holi, The Festival Of Colours, In League With Poetry Session and Comedy Session!

Colours Fascinate  Everybody

Colours Fascinate Everybody


The people having rendezvous with colours of Holi are in festive mood today. I don’t wish to act as spoilsport┬аby making readers ponder over serious issues. I remember good old days of Doordarshan, when on the eve of Holi, it used to telecast late night poetry sessions, wherein poets, belonging to various parts of country, read their fun-filled poems. It’s really sad that glorious traditions have given way to cheap thrills on Doordarshan. ┬а

Though I am not going to present fun-filled poem, it (the poem) nevertheless speaks about the festival of Holi. It sheds light on distortions that have hit the festival of Holi. This Hindi poem addresses the disturbing scenario, which prevent the masses from embracing the festive mood in right spirit. It makes chilling disclosure that people in cities and villages have given way to dangerous disputes involving bloodshed. How can these people in grip of limited perceptions would ever be able to enjoy the prevailing festive fervour? That’s the essence of this Hindi poem penned by Dr. Ganga Prasad Sharma” Gunashekhara”. He hails from Sitapur, Uttar Pradesh. I also need to thank┬аSC Mudgal, New Delhi, a friend on one of the social networking sites, for making me read this poem.

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рддрд╛рд░рдХреЛрд▓, рдХреАрдЪрдбрд╝ рд╕рдиреЗ, рдЪреЗрд╣рд░реЗ рд░реВрдк-рдХреБрд░реВрдк.
рд╣реЛрд▓реА рдореЗрдВ рд╕рдм рдПрдХ-рд╕реЗ, рд░рдВрдХ, рднрд┐рдЦрд╛рд░реА, рднреВрдк..
рд╣реЛрд▓реА рдЦреВрдиреА рд╣реЛ рдЧрдИ,рд░рдХреНрдд рд╕рдиреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рдкрд╛рдБрд╡.
рдХрд╛рдиреНрд╣рд╛ рдЕрдм рдЖрдирд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рд▓реМрдЯ рдХреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЧрд╛рдБрд╡.. ┬а ┬а ┬а ┬а ┬а
рд╣реЛрд▓реА рдЦреВрдиреА рд╣реЛ рдЧрдИ,рд░рдХреНрдд рд╕рдиреЗ рд╣реИрдВ рдкрд╛рдБрд╡.
рдХрд╛рдиреНрд╣рд╛ рдЕрдм рдЖрдирд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ, рд▓реМрдЯ рдХреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЧрд╛рдБрд╡..

рдХреИрд╕рд╛ рд╣реЛ рдпрджрд┐ рд╣реЛрд▓рд┐рдХрд╛, рд╕реАрдВрдЪреЗ рдЬреАрд╡рди- рдЖрд╕.
рд░рдВрдЧ-рдмрд┐рд░рдВрдЧреЗ рд░реВрдк, рд▓реЗ рдорд╣-рдорд╣ рдХрд░реЗ рдорд┐рдард╛рд╕..
рдЧрджрд░рд╛рдП рдЧреЗрд╣реВрдБ рдЦрдбрд╝реЗ , рдмреМрд░рд╛рдП-рд╕реЗ рдЖрдо.
рд╣реЛрд▓реА рдиреЗ рд╕рдм рдХреЛ рджрд┐рдП,рдорди-рдорди рднрд░ рдХреЗ рдХрд╛рдо..
рд╕рд░рд╕реЛрдВ,рддреАрд╕реА,рдЪрдирд╛ рд╣реЛ,рдпрд╛ рдЧреЗрд╣реВрдБ рдХреЗ рдЦреЗрдд.
рдорд╕реНрддреА рдореЗрдВ рд▓рд╣рд░рд╛ рдЙрдареЗ, рд╣реЛрд▓реА рдЖрддреЗ рджреЗрдЦ..
рдЬрд┐рд╕рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдкрдирд╛рдкрди рдирд╣реАрдВ,рдирд╣реАрдВ рдиреЗрд╣ рдХрд╛ рд▓реЗрд╢.
рдРрд╕реЗ рдШрдЯрдиреЗ рд╕реЗ рд░рд╣рд╛ ,рдмреИрд░ рднрд╛рд╡ рдпрд╛ рджреНрд╡реЗрд╖ ..

рд╣реЛрд▓реА рдореЗрдВ рдлрд╛рдЧреБрди рдлрд┐рд░реЗ, рдзрд░ рдмрд╛рд╕рдВрддреА рд╡реЗрд╢.┬а
рдкрд╛рд╡рди рдкрд╛рддреА рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рдХреА, рдмрд╛рдБрдЯреЗ рджреЗрд╢- рд╡рд┐рджреЗрд╢..
рдлрд╛рдЧреБрди рдХреА рдорд╛рджрдХ рд╣рд╡рд╛, рдЙрдиреНрдорд╛рджрдХ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡реЗрд╢.
рдЦрд┐рд▓реЗ рдЧреБрд▓рд╛рдмреА рд░рдВрдЧ -рд╕реЗ, рдХреЗрд╢рд░рд┐рдпрд╛ рдЧрдгрд╡реЗрд╢..
рдмрдБрд╕рд╡рд╛рд░реА, рдЕрдорд░рд╛рдЗрдпрд╛рдБ ,рдРрд╕реА рд▓реБрдЯреАрдВ рдЕрд╢реЗрд╖.
рдлрд╛рдЧреБрди рд╡рд╛рдкрд╕ рдЬрд╛ рд░рд╣рд╛, рд▓реЗ рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рд╕рдВрджреЗрд╢.

Dr. Ganga Prasad Sharma” Gunashekhara”
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Once Upon A  Time..

Once Upon A Time..


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And yes, now it’s time to laugh. Enjoy two comedy clips from two different movies. Enjoy this “Mahabharata Episode” from Jaane┬аBhi┬аDo Yaaro, which is a landmark movie in the genre belonging to comedy. The high standards which it came to set have until now remain unsurpassed. The “Mahabharata Episode” is such a hilarious episode in the movie that it never fails to give rise to maddening laughter. I have watched it umpteen times, but even then when I watch it for one more time I am but all smiles. For non-Hindi readers let me apprise┬аthem of the plot of this episode. It’s all about possession of dead body which due to a blunder on part of the people, originally in possession of┬аbody, got trapped in live drama show, impersonating the lady who was about to play that role. This dead body is most sought-after object by various rival groups. ┬а ┬а ┬а ┬а ┬а ┬а ┬а┬а
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The bizarre methods employed by these rival groups ┬аto get hold of this dead body, right in the middle of the live show, based on a mythological theme, is terribly rib-tickling. After all, the actors in the play thought that this lady┬аcharacter belonged to their group, but which in reality┬аwas a dead body in hot demand among the dangerous rival groups.They trespass the ongoing drama, as new characters, and then there is huge confusion as they come into conflict with the original characters of the play. For me this movie brings back the memories of days when Doordarshan was darling of the masses.

The Mahabharata Episode From Jaane┬аBhi┬аDo Yaaro

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This second comedy clip is from movie” Pyar┬аKiye┬аJaa”. Two legendary┬аactors, Om Prakash and Mehmood, have touched the pinnacle while dealing with shades of comedy. That’s comedy at its best. Neat and clean comedy with no impressions of double-meaning dialogues and cheap gestures. In this scene Mehmood, appearing as wannabe movie producer in the movie, is narrating the elements involved in making of his forthcoming horror movie to Om Prakash. Just notice the expressions on faces of both the actors as they remain deeply involved in act of mutual conversation.

The Comedy Clip┬а From Pyar┬аKiye┬а Jaa

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Woman Is A Cipher Whose Addition Or Subtraction Makes No Difference

Woman: A piece of paper on which we write only poetry

Woman: A piece of paper on which we write only poetry

A HINDI POEM ON WOMEN TRANSLATED BY ME:┬а

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A book in which we wish
To read only geography┬а
And avoid history.

A piece of paper┬а
On which we write only poetry┬а
And never revolution(words that bring phenomenal changes).┬а ┬а

A cipher┬а
Whose addition or subtraction
Makes no difference
To our wicked and vain calculations.┬а

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рд╡реЛ┬а рдХрд┐рддрд╛рдм
рдЬрд┐рд╕рдореЗ┬а рд╣рдо┬а┬а
рдХреЗрд╡рд▓ рднреВрдЧреЛрд▓ ┬а
рдкрдврдирд╛ рдЪрд╛рд╣рддреЗ рд╣реИ┬а
рдЗрддрд┐рд╣рд╛рд╕ рдирд╣реАрдВ.┬а┬а┬а

рдПрдХ рдХрд╛рдЧрдЬрд╝┬а
рдЬрд┐рд╕ рдкрд░┬ард╣рдо┬а
рдХрд╡рд┐рддрд╛рдпреЗрдБ ┬арддреЛ┬а
рд▓рд┐рдЦрддреЗ рд╣реИ┬а
рдкрд░ рдХреНрд░рд╛рдВрддрд┐ рдирд╣реАрдВ.┬а

рдФрд░ рд╢реБрдиреНрдп
рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреЗ рдЬреБрдбрд╝рдиреЗ┬а
рдпрд╛ рдШрдЯ рдЬрд╛рдиреЗ рд╕реЗ┬а
рд╣рдорд╛рд░реЗ рдЕрдВрдзреЗ ┬а
рдЧрдгрд┐рдд рдХреЛ┬ардХреЛрдИ┬а
рдлрд░реНрдХ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдкрдбрд╝рддрд╛.┬а

-рджреАрдкрдХ ┬арддрд┐рд░реБрд╡рд╛

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Translation of Deepak Tiruva’s Hindi poem has been done by Arvind K. Pandey┬а

That’s not the age to be in love!

Moving like lost ship in the ocean

Moving like lost ship in the ocean

You appear in memories
And I cry again
The age in which love crossed our hearts
Murmured the dragon called society
That’s not the age to be in love!
You didn’t protest
Nor I came to chain the dragon
And as it breathed fire
Our dreams got burnt
Time changed its cover
And arrived the age to love
Prevailed now the glorious illusion
Called glories of the skin
By which hanged the misery
In form of earthly fame.

Around me moved sea of people
Competing with chameleon
Burning in the flame of fame
Filling the episodes of life
With strange amalgam of black and white.

I searched for you in these new shades
Even in the isolation filling these shades
And I realized you were now a gentle breeze
Flowing in some unknown distant land
With you love remained like love
With all its mysteries and foggy depth.

When you changed I realized
That world does change
Sometimes to beat the time
Sometimes to be beaten by the time
I too tried to change my skin
Punctured the self within
To let it imbibe the law of change
Yet it remained the ancient self
Those who changed now wear some crown
And I the unchanged
Moving like lost ship in the ocean.




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Gulzar And Plagiarism: He Who Spits At Heaven, Spits In His Own Face !

Gulzar and Plagiarism: He Who Spits At Heaven, Spits In His Own Face !

Gulzar is in news again. Not for right reason this time. This brilliant poet dealing in surrealism is accused of dealing in plagiarism. Stunning and outrageous isnтАЩt it? One of the lesser heard name from world of poetry has accused him of lifting the idea and verses from┬аNaz─▒m HikmetтАЩs, a famous Turkish poet, playwright and novelist, poem тАЬMera JanazaтАЭ. ┬аWell, ┬аitтАЩs not a hard nut to crack to ascertain the real motive of such people who are trying to ride roughshod over his genuine achievements. They are all burning in the fire of envy.

There are two ways to attain success in literary world. Either work hard, write good pieces, or since that takes lot of energy besides needing lots of intellectual usage of brain, the easier route to fame for most of upcoming writers have been to enter into conflict with some established writer. That way you gain instant recognition. Some depressed and frustrated writers not able to gain the desired recognition try to heal themselves by painting other eminent writers into wrong colours. ┬аItтАЩs easy for them to give rise to vain controversies and gain quick popularity which they failed to attain via their creations. ┬аIn Indian literary landscape, ┬а itтАЩs commonplace to find one writer engaged in character assassination of other writer. A constant effort is made by some writers, under the aegis of fake institutions, to label the good work done by other writers as rubbish.

ItтАЩs really sad that at least, in India, it has become some sort of fashion for writers to write less and play politics more. That not only ensures them awards, cream posts in various academic institutions but also provides them a chance to be branded as successful writer! After all, whatтАЩs the point in calling Gulzar a plagiarist ? ┬аHe is an Academy Award winner for penning best song in movie тАЭ Slumdog MillionaireтАЭ. ┬а His poems are read across the globe for their beautiful metaphors blended with delicate lyrical construction. The free flowing loosely constructed verses not only talk about ironies of life but also direct our vision towards something beyond the normal human perceptions. ┬аItтАЩs ridiculous to suggest that a poet of such an evolved nature, capable of penning good poetry with such great ease, can enter in plagiarism. Why the hell would he ever do that?

The argument that there is remarkable resemblance between the two poems i.e. one penned by Gulzar, Mai Neeche Chal Ke Rahta Hun, and other penned by Naz─▒m Hikmet, Mera Janaza, is quite laughable. ┬аIt may be that he was quiet inspired and he came to write his own version of the same feelings echoed in Mera Janaza but somehow failed to give due credit to the said poet. ┬аHowever, ┬аGulzar has already mentioned that he always loved to read Russian writers or, for that matter, take note of great writings spread in foreign literature.

He never kept it secret that he has not read works of Russian writers. It itself is a proof that one can trace his source of inspiration! ┬аI need to say that there are always chances that two people come to express the same views with great degree of similarity in expressions. ┬аThatтАЩs called a rare coincidence. However, ┬аI am ready to admit that in this case the level of similarity is of greater degree, and therefore, Gulzar should have specifically mentioned about Naz─▒m HikmetтАЩs poem as footnote.

However, I raise strong objection to the efforts made by some people to make Gulzar┬а get branded as plagiarist. ThatтАЩs only the sign of mental retardation of people making such attempts. Even the Western worlds are not above such crude attempts. Just few years back V. S. Naipaul labeled some great writerтАЩs creations as rubbish!

I mean one can see some meaning in words of Noble Prize winner writer like Naipaul but itтАЩs hard to understand how can writers devoid of stature can paint another writer enjoying great fame as plagiarist? ┬аDo they have the moral courage or enough stature, attained after writing good pieces, to pass judgement on the worth of writings of their contemporary great writers? ┬аTo be honest, let those who have not attained any height stop measuring the worth of writers who have given us some excellent creations. Who has given the intellectual dwarfs to issue certificates of excellence to literary geniuses like Gulzar? Any answers?

Anyway, ┬аlisten this GulzarтАЩs song from movie Aandhi:┬аIs Mode Se Jaate Hai

Gulzar and Plagiarism: He Who Spits At Heaven, Spits In His Own Face !

References:

Nazim HikmetтАЩs Poem/Gulzar

Gulzar

Nazim Hikmet

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Guest Poet CHARLES Reads The Poem MEMORIES

Guest Poet Charles  Reads The Poem Memories

Guest Poet CHARLES Reads The Poem MEMORIES

Mind has become the storehouse of memories,
Sweet memories which are mine,
Which are, of course, my prized possession,
When loneliness has gripped me,
They surround me slowly, and make their presence felt.

They neutralize the pain of wounds inflicted by the world,
Innocent charm cast by them
Even makes these woundтАЩs pain sweeter;
Walking down memory lane
I can very clearly see those days,
The days of my childhood;
When success and failure were things of little importance
Where we knew little about morality and idealism,
But still they were part of all our actions.

With the increase in knowledge
We have become selfish and self centered,
The fire of envy has burnt down morality and idealism into ashes.
We have lost the power to express our true emotions,
An easy task for us during our childhood.

The purity of heart, which is required is no more,
Indeed a great loss;
Memories which would always be with me, like guiding star,
I wish they would never part from me,
Let them be always on my side till doomsday,
Yes, only thing I like to be surrounded by
When I find myself in the arms of death.

Poem тАЬMemoriesтАЭ Read By Guest Poet Charles On A Prominent Website Dedicated To Poetry Voices Net. Click here To Listen The Reading:

Guest Poet CHARLES Reads The Poem MEMORIES

Guest Poet Charles  Reads The Poem Memories

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Valentine’s Day: A Day To Honour Love

Valentine's Day: A Day To Honour Love !

To say something about love in confused and distorted times of ours is not an easy task. The generation dependent on money,┬аsocial networking┬аsites and exhibitionism treats love as some sort of fast food- easy to prepare and quickly consumed. It has no patience to see it blooming in all its colour. No wonder one of my colleagues treats arrival of ValentineтАЩs day as arrival of mating season of dogs.

One of the recent Supreme Court verdicts has made it clear that tendency on part of well educated girls from good families to enter in prostitution is quite alarming. I mean having sex in the guise of love has become one of the easiest mode to attain richness. I cannot avoid quoting such recent trends as itтАЩs necessary to make it clear that with such murkier shades in existence the love with its gentle shades has been pushed to the fringes.

One of the controversial books released shortly that deals with sexual appetite of women suggests once again that love is nothing more than release of chemicals тАЭ dopamine, norepinephrine and phenylethylamine тАЭ and when women fall in love itтАЩs more management of тАЬresource benefitsтАЩ and тАЬgenetic benefitsтАЭ than bonhomie with romantic attributes. Now who will dare to love with such sort of horrible revelations?┬аWhen itтАЩs all biology the heart of lover seems to have become a frog ready to be dissected by the sharp razor in soft hands of lady love!!┬аItтАЩs a tough time for people who are in real love with someone for whomтАЭ absence from those we love is self from self – a deadly banishmentтАЭ (Shakespeare)

Valentine's Day: A Day To Honour Love !

Imagine the plight of lover who is in tine with ancient instincts -the idealistic instincts- which perceives his beloved a mean to knock at the door of bliss. When I refer to idealistic sense I am referring to vision which perceives love in its old mode- a gateway to totality. This totality is the result of complete identification with the beloved.┬аTo have glimpse of these idealistic portrait one needs to read the short poem by Shelly named тАЭ To JaneтАЭ:

The keen stars were twinkling,
And the fair moon was rising among them,
Dear Jane.
The guitar was tinkling,
But the notes were not sweet till you sung them
Again.

As the moonтАЩs soft splendour
OтАЩer the faint cold starlight of Heaven
Is thrown,
So your voice most tender
To the strings without soul had then given
Its own.

The stars will awaken,
Though the moon sleep a full hour later
To-night;
No leaf will be shaken
Whilst the dews of your melody scatter
Delight.

Though the sound overpowers,
Sing again, with your dear voice revealing
A tone
Of some world far from ours,
Where music and moonlight and feeling
Are one.

The poetic beauty attributed to Jane makes her gain timeless appeal. This sublimity is direct result of being in love with greater emotions, which allows one to imbibe unheard emotions, enabling one to carve larger than life portrayal of the lover. This sort of attachment is missing in our times as so called notions of realism have made us away from the realm of purer emotions.

Valentine's Day: A Day To Honour Love !

Loving with animal instincts closes the opportunity to trace better perceptions. However, in our times loving the beastly way is normal now and it , in fact, has attained some sort of legitimacy. The story of break-ups, deception, cheating and torture are some of the glorious happenings that one hears whenever love makes its presence felt. By love I mean the romantic relationships which exists between two young hearts. Love has many other variations but it would not be appropriate to discuss them at this point of time as I have not seen that frequently young people buying roses for their parents as spending huge amounts of money on beer and girls on ValentineтАЩs Day.

Well, being incapable of honouring the beastly version of love in our times, I place myself on road to refined love, abandoned by all, which takes me to days when it was easier for the heart to sense the true love often. I am recollecting those days with some classic love songs from bygone days:

1.┬аKabhi Kabhi Mere Dil Me Khyal Aata Hai

2.┬аTere Mere Sapne Ab Ek Rang Hai

3.┬аI Will Be There

4.┬аNothings Gonna To Change My Love For You

5.┬аTere Mere Beech Mein

6.┬аTere Dar Pe Chale Aaye Sanam

7.┬аTumhe Pyar Karte Karte

8.┬аSad Lisa Lisa

9.┬аDheere Dheere Se Meri Zindagi Mein

10.┬аBade Achhe Lagate Hai

Valentine's Day: A Day To Honour Love !

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MEMORIES

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Sharing Memories With A Friend At Ancient Place!

Sharing Memories With A Friend At Ancient Place!

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┬аMind has become the storehouse of memories,
Sweet memories which are mine,
Which are, of course, my prized possession,
When loneliness has gripped me,
They surround me slowly, and make their presence felt.

They neutralise the pain of wounds inflicted by the world,
Innocent charm cast by them
Even makes these wound’s pain sweeter;
Walking down memory lane
I can very clearly see those days,
The days of my childhood;
When success and failure were things of little importance
Where we knew little about morality and idealism,
But still they were part of all our actions.┬а┬а

With the increase in knowledge
We have become selfish and self centered,
The fire of envy has burnt down morality and idealism into ashes.
We have lost the power to express our true emotions,
An easy task for us during our childhood.┬а┬а

The purity of┬аheart, which is required is no more,
Indeed a great loss;
Memories which would always be with me, like guiding star,
I wish they would never part from me,
Let them be always on my side till doomsday,
Yes, only thing I like to be surrounded by
When I find myself in the arms of death┬а┬а

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This ┬аpoem in audio form :

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Poem can also be read on:┬а Memories On Voicesnet

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