The World's Indifference
when the river runs out of water
she sings the sweetest songs still at the side of the bank
no one convinces her to give up the hope of
the coming rain
when the sea comes with a storm
when the wind becomes one rebellious form
she sits calmly under the palm and patient with the foam
she knows what price is there in the waiting
she knows the ebbing flow of the tides
the colors of the fading sun
the magical show of darkness and the moon
the stillness of the waters in the marshes
she, like the sleep of the migrating birds
on the lilies,
contains the boldness
of the stork
firm in that resolve to
loneliness
'nothing lasts forever' she gladly accepts,
offering her smile to the world that has remained
indifferent and cruel.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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And... The River Runs Through It
Those sweet memories still linger in my mind
The chain of mountains, The birds singing their song,
The outspread meadows...
And the river that runs through it!
I still see us walking along the river bank holding each other's hand.
And as we lie down on the grass, Interlocked in arms, looking at the sky,
The rock sings for us, a melodious song,
As the river runs through it!
I still go there
Sometimes in dreams and sometimes in real.
The birds are still singing and the rock still sings.
Everything is unchanged except the fact that
You are nowhere to be seen.
You have crossed over to the other side of the river,
The outstretched field of heaven!
And as I sit on the grass, sorrow grips my mind
And... The river runs through it!
poem by Arti Honrao
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Painter’s Agony
I want to paint that river
And the scene behind it
The boat and the boatmen
I know everything about
That river
My association with the river
Many a hundred memories
Evenings and sunshines
Floods and slow water
I have lived my life
On the bank of that river
I want to paint
Paint it with the most beautiful colors
I want to borrow some colors
From the colors of paradise
And I love the town
That lives beside the river
Old and dusty
Where shall I take you
In that small town
Every nook and corner
Shall tell you that it knows me
I want to paint that town
In colors of heaven
I want to carry a few children
And take them on a tour
I want to see the town with their eyes
And then go to the riverbank
And meditate for a while
Drink the wine of nature
And get lost into the world of beauty
And flow with the river
Enter every house
My heart throbs in harmony
With every heart in the town
Give me colors divine
Colors from the other world
For I want to paint
That river and that town
(This poem is about a small town on the bank of river Indus)
poem by Sadiqullah Khan
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Playing In The Dark Beside The Full Moon
it is dark,
the full moon arrives
hovering upon the marshes
the waters become one
golden sheen rippling as the
shadows of birds
lay on the floating lilies
a wooden hushes
it is wading as
the young man paddles silently
on the water
the woman below him
sings a beautiful love song
it is time to play.
it is dark and the moon is full tonight.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The White Lily
By the river bank
The frogs croak and caress
Hoping along the river bank
From here to there
At a distant
The swallows twitter with fondness
The lilies rupture with the morning sun
The water reeds sway
As the wind blows along
The river bank
But yet....i feel lost
In this scenery of dexteric desires
I feel caught in lifes pedestals
Tender steps i make....
Along the river bank...
Lilies..
The white lily...
That symbolise
The purity of those souls
Enmeshed in lovesframe
The white lily
That symbolise
The fire that burns within circles
The white lily that symbolises
Long lost desires
Re-invented and rejuvenated
In this river of dexteric desires
The white lily
So white...so pure...
By the river bank
I watch the white lily float and dance
Along the river waters
Their is tenderness in the river
The fishes swim with tenderness
The waters flowing
With a lovers moan
Rythmic drums can be heard from afar
Magic everywhere
I sit and stare at the white lily
With a longing yen....
By the river bank.
poem by Jack Shaka
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The Golden Boat
Clouds rumbling in the sky; teeming rain.
I sit on the river bank, sad and alone.
The sheaves lie gathered, harvest has ended,
The river is swollen and fierce in its flow.
As we cut the paddy it started to rain.
One small paddy-field, no one but me -
Flood-waters twisting and swirling everywhere.
Trees on the far bank; smear shadows like ink
On a village painted on deep morning grey.
On this side a paddy-field, no one but me.
Who is this, steering close to the shore
Singing? I feel that she is someone I know.
The sails are filled wide, she gazes ahead,
Waves break helplessly against the boat each side.
I watch and feel I have seen her face before.
Oh to what foreign land do you sail?
Come to the bank and moor your boat for a while.
Go where you want to, give where you care to,
But come to the bank a moment, show your smile -
Take away my golden paddy when you sail.
Take it, take as much as you can load.
Is there more? No, none, I have put it aboard.
My intense labour here by the river -
I have parted with it all, layer upon layer;
Now take me as well, be kind, take me aboard.
No room, no room, the boat is too small.
Loaded with my gold paddy, the boat is full.
Across the rain-sky clouds heave to and fro,
On the bare river-bank, I remain alone -
What had has gone: the golden boat took all.
poem by Rabindranath Tagore
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Ceases to Flow
The course of river ceases to flow
As if smile has worn out and loss of glow
The course lay at standstill
River has lost its way and the will
The river bad has turned arid
As if everything is burnt by use of acid
No life is seen with even slight movement
Waiting for fresh waters to rush at any moment
I hear far cry from night birds
They made no noise was ever heard
The river has brought dead silence
I see it as unusual sign hence
It spells disaster for time to come
Not good sign and hence unwelcome
Not river bank but all streams may go dry
Birds will have to migrate and prepare for long journey to fly
I take it as nature’s curse
Entire blame must go to us of course
The river has altered course or deserted in between
Such situation has never been witnessed or seen
No green grass may grow
No fresh water may now flow
What to speak now of curve paths and falls?
It may be spelled as simple curse for all
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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The Night Is Over
the night was filled with rain
that fell through dawn
it was darker as the stars
and the moon
were kept in the bins
of the loneliness of
space
but nothing lasts forever
a night of storm
calms down in due time
the rain exhausts itself
like the tears of widow
mourning over a love
gone to the other
edge of time
this is our hope for the cocoon
sleep seeds
in time transformed into
full butterflies
of maturity and responsibility
sorrow finally does not overwhelm
death is never an end
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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My Heart Sings
My heart sings.
My heart sings the songs of happiness.
My heart sings the songs of joy.
My heart sings the songs of peace.
My heart sings the songs of the Blues.
My heart sings the songs of the Gospel.
My heart sings the songs of good news.
My heart cries a melody for all to hear.
My heart sings the harmonies of love.
My heart sings a song of beauty
that comes from the Thorne Birds
just before they die.
My heart sings songs to keep me alive.
My heart sings songs for as long as it beats.
My heart sings forever.
My heart sings haluwasa.
My heart sings.
poem by Jennifer Burns
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Monet
Painting sunrise
Haystacks in sun
In snow and rain
Capturing the light
In bold brush strokes
Distinct colors
Mingling in mind's eye
Sowed seeds in art
World of impressionism
To viewers delight
Garden at Giverny
Nature's necklace
Of exquisite beauty
Of colorful flowers
Hanging strings of leaves
Of willow trees
Bridge reflected
In stillness of the pond
Water lilies abound
Like stars in the sky
Life size canvases
Of water lilies created
With eye sight fading
Steadiness of hand diminished
Stand as monumental works
For generations to come.
poem by Tirupathi Chandrupatla
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Watching The River Flow
Whats the matter with me,
I dont have much to say,
Daylight sneakin through the window
And Im still in this all-night cafe.
Walkin to and fro beneath the moon
Out to where the trucks are rollin slow,
To sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow.
Wish I was back in the city
Instead of this old bank of sand,
With the sun beating down over the chimney tops
And the one I love so close at hand.
If I had wings and I could fly,
I know where I would go.
But right now Ill just sit here so contentedly
And watch the river flow.
People disagreeing on all just about everything, yeah,
Makes you stop and all wonder why.
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
Who just couldnt help but cry.
Oh, this ol river keeps on rollin, though,
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow,
And as long as it does Ill just sit here
And watch the river flow.
People disagreeing everywhere you look,
Makes you wanna stop and read a book.
Why only yesterday I saw somebody on the street
That was really shook.
But this ol river keeps on rollin, though,
No matter what gets in the way and which way the wind does blow,
And as long as it does Ill just sit here
And watch the river flow.
Watch the river flow,
Watchin the river flow,
Watchin the river flow,
But Ill sit down on this bank of sand
And watch the river flow.
song performed by by Bob Dylan
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Lighting Rod
I am waiting on a mountaintop
For the moment that the sky will strike
My apologies are forever lost
Soon to ashes in a flash of light
Miles away from me
Hope is fading soon
Gone forever is a waste of time
My intentions like this waiting room
Only bring to me a fading light
Locked up forever inside
I look to the stars and ask why
Oh, if they could just change my dark heart to feel
All our saves aaaway
Thrown away
Oohooh
I am waiting like the single bloom
Lost forever in the storm of life
My intentions like this waiting room
Only bring to me a fading light
Locked up forever inside
I look to the stars and ask why
Oh if they could just show these wounds how to heal
Here I am
My last stand
And I know for all the rising and falling there's nothing to show
Throw me down, throw me down, throw me down...
It's been raining
And I will pay
World must come to me
I am a lightning rod
I am waiting
On a mountaintop
World above me
He will strike me
Locked up forever inside
I look to the stars and ask why
Oh if they could just change my dark heart to feel
All I am
My last stand
And I know for all the rising and falling there's nothing to show
song performed by by Offspring
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The Boatman's Crossing!
The boatman is out, crossing the swollen river,
Dips the bamboo staff, churns the frowning waters,
Calling for strength from the still depths, he moves on,
Like children running behind a cart, waves giggle along.
The river asks no questions.
Dark for lies shrouded in curtains of inky black,
Moon just a strained smile, is seized by the clouds crack,
Lovelorn silver edges aglow, puff in pride on the conquest,
Homesick, signaling to each other, stars join in the jest.
The night asks no questions.
Yet to startle darkness, the weakest hour of morn,
Pushing this log of wood, is yet to be born,
Thick as honey, wind flutters leaves in bouts of rage,
Dripping with the scent of hill balsams and lush foliage.
The wind asks no questions.
Heaving branches of blossoms and figs, offer themselves,
In homage to the river, on either banks banyan trees swagger,
Dipping their flowing roots, like an old woman’s tress,
Bait fish; like one throws pebbles in water seeking answers,
The trees ask no questions.
This, a strange journey he makes in the quiet of the morn,
Questions arise in his head, like on the banks- the wayside corn,
To lull them sings, a wailing tune, like in wilderness richotteing nails,
His mother sang, to stall his questions after
her bed-timetales.
The boatman asks no questions.
As they sail by, birds sent aflutter, snigger, trees jeer,
A startled stork from the far-off horizon hollers-All clear,
Drawn by his song, in his trailing nets fishes ensnare,
Like a maiden in panic, the river hastens, after a night’s dare.
The birds ask no questions.
Dawn breaks its garland of flushing colors galore,
A veiled maiden sits at the boat’s far-end, shadows devour
Head bowed, eyes downcast, break not her silence of the night,
Lest she should dropp off like an unopened bud at first light.
poem by Seema joglekar
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Storm
Storms out on the water
I watch it getting closer
Are you coming home
All these years we've wondered
Trying to break the cycle
All these years of hope
And my heart feels the strain
But it makes me feel like I'm alive again
Sometimes in our lives
We need the pain
So I find some candles
Put out all the anchors
Pull the shutters down
Makes me think about us
All the things that got lost
Still we're holding on
And the storm rushes in
But it makes me feel like I'm alive again
Sometimes in our lives
We need the pain
The wind, the rain, the storm will wash us clean again
The wind, the rain, the storm will shake us up again
The wind, the rain, the storm will make us think again
The wind
And maybe we can start again
Storms out on the water
See and sky become one
Are you coming home
song performed by by Heather Nova
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Hope, where are you?
Show me the fountain of hope
Show me the country called hope
Where are the soldiers of hope?
What are the prizes of hope?
What hope do wicked people have?
where is the the hope of smoke in the air?
the hope of ocean foam that
dissipates in the storm, beckons for explanation.
Wonder of the world, even birds flies through the air
but have no sign that it has been there.
so is the heroes of our time.
Labor of our heroes past
wallow in vain.
Songs of pain the trumpet sound while
the cities walled tainted by mediocrity
Desolation and depravity upon mediocrity
The order of the day
Hope, where are you?
The land is void of hope and good dreams
What hope lies for the slave,
in the kingdom of mediocre?
poem by Blessing Ekpe
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River Lilies
Saw a boy three lilies white,
Lilies in the river,
Half heart-open to the light,
Full of golden arrows bright,
Each a silver quiver.
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.
Said the boy, “I’ll pluck you there,
Lilies in the river!”
Said the lilies, “If you dare
You shall drown, or homeward fare
Dripping and a-shiver!”
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.
Wilful still the boy would clasp
Lilies in the river;
Tumbled in ere he could grasp,
Scrambled out with puff and gasp,
Plucked no lilies ever.
Lilies, lilies, lilies white,
Lilies in the river.
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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Someone to love.....
take a taste of the best heart and the whole world
shout for joy, for a conquer heart paddle way to the
destined shore
ride on, in a long journey the valley waits us to see,
as the distance makes us pure in the sunny day of
what will be the next day
thirst of water would not last for long, yet the
sweat calls you to go back home, it's not glooming
as the sky promise, not even the humid wind stops
the pain, but the longing of sleep would stay for you
to the plain
give up no one, the water Lilies, wish to the
cool rain and blooms its beautiful flower to ease
the Butterfly that fly; mantle the waiting dragonfly to
fly high more than the wind above in the sky
come and let me take you in my flatter wings, the
passing clouds, reach to the moist of the loosing
dawn, where every birds zooming to stay, show me
your open ' will “ and all welcome the day for you
and me to stay
promise me then, that we will catch the end that
begin the lasting dream of today......
poem by Antonio Liao
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Washing Of The Water
River, river carry me on
Living river carry me on
River, river carry me on
To the place where I come from
So deep, so wide, will you take me on your back for a ride
If I should fall, would you swallow me deep inside
River, show me how to float
I feel like Im sinking down
Thought that I could get along
But here in this water
My feet wont touch the ground
I need something to turn myself around
Going away, away towards the sea
River deep, can you lift up and carry me
Oh roll on though the heartland
til the sun has left the sky
River, river carry me high
til the washing of the water make it all alright
Let your waters reach me like she reached me tonight
Letting go, its so hard
The way its hurting now
To get this love untied
So tough to stay with thing
cause if I follow through
I face what I denied
I get those hooks out of me
And I take out the hooks that I sunk deep in your side
Kill that fear of emptiness, loneliness I hide
River, oh river, river running deep
Bring me something that will let me get to sleep
In the washing of the water will you take it all away
Bring me something to take this pain away
song performed by by Peter Gabriel
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Shades Of Michelangelo
A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence
Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels
Falling around me
As I'm watching the days
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
With a stroke of love
On the canvas of my soul
I'm painting a perfect world
With shades of Michaelangelo
With each promise made
In every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world
in shades of Michaelangelo
A seed of hope
Grows in my garden
I feel the earth
Beneath my feet
Running through my mind
Are dreams of a future
Where all of this world
Works in harmony
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
I hear songs of children
Echo in the sky
I hear songs of children
A tomorrow so bright
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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Shades Of Michaelangelo
A still-life portrait
A view from my window
Touched by innocence
Now fading away
Into a quiet storm
Of the tears of the angels
Falling around me
As Im watching the days
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
With a stroke of love
On the canvas of my soul
Im painting a perfect world
With shades of michaelangelo
With each promise made
In every heart that knows
We can live in a perfect world
In shades of michaelangelo
A seed of hope
Grows in my garden
I feel the earth
Beneath my feet
Running through my mind
Are dreams of a future
Where all of this world
Works in harmony
I frame colors of passion
Against a fading sky
I hear songs of children
Echo in the sky
I hear songs of children
A tomorrow so bright
song performed by by Belinda Carlisle
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The Old Apple-Woman
A Broadway Lyric
SHE sits by the side of a turbulent stream
That rushes and rolls forever
Up and down like a weary dream
In the trance of a burning fever.
Up and down through the long Broadway
It flows with its tiresome paces —
Down and up through the noisy day,
A river of feet and of faces.
Seldom a drop of that river's spray
Touches her withered features;
Yet still she sits there day by day
In the throng of her fellow-creatures.
Apples and cakes and candy to sell,
Daily before her lying.
The ragged newsboys know her well —
The rich never think of buying.
Year in, year out, in her dingy shawl
The wind and the rain she weathers,
Patient and mute at her little stall;
But few are the coppers she gathers.
Still eddies the crowd intent on gain.
Each for himself is striving
With selfish heart and seething brain —
An endless hurry and driving.
The loud carts rattle in thunder and dust;
Gay Fashion sweeps by in its coaches.
With a vacant stare she mumbles her crust,
She is past complaints and reproaches.
Still new faces and still new feet —
The same yet changing forever;
They jostle along through the weary street,
The waves of the human river.
Withered and dry like a leafless bush
That clings to the bank of a torrent,
Year in, year out, in the whirl and the rush,
She sits, of the city's current.
The shrubs of the garden will blossom again
Though far from the flowing river;
But the spring returns to her in vain —
Its bloom has nothing to give her.
Yet in her heart there buds the hope
Of a Father's love and pity;
For her the clouded skies shall ope,
And the gates of a heavenly city.
poem by Christopher Pearse Cranch
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