Reincarnation of a Flower
Offer me not in temples
worship me not with gods
pluck me not and kill
let me wither on the branch itself
fading away, won’t die still.
Living in seeds
will sprout again
under the heaps
transmigrating into buds
then to flowers
spreading fragrance
all round and everywhere.
(2010)
poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Parents (a poem to sing)
Owning lands
moist soil
farmers
vow to sow.
Spreading seeds
all over
for healthy plants
to grow.
Watering the saplings
fertilising
good
for the health of plants.
Pruning them
and then
amidst the Godly chants.
Buds blossom
into flowers
fragrance
spreading
to and fro.
Farmers happy
rejoice flowers
blessed by
HIS graceful show.
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poem by Tribhawan Kaul
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Wonderful Seeds
What does sprout from seeds?
The flowers might, but do not war with deeds.
Then a darling panting comes from the breathing space,
Wonders adjust the expenses of the body, and this is the case.
The seeds of wonderful nature collide with the wind
To sprint in the sand and loam, all agog, all dinned.
Such surprise! Such a soil of wonderment!
The seeds from seeds are springing into flowers and abandonment.
poem by Naveed Akram
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We Worship
Why do we worship? The man who does this
Is a person who believes in belief itself;
A mind races with his hood and wage,
Flowers are mostly strong in their talents
Like the people’s lies and eerie feelings.
We brought kinds of flowers, to worship us
And so we do not worship them;
Their faces turn to their star, in fixed ways,
Living inside the shell of their dreams,
With us and our gardens that are fetched.
Then the sun rages on them, living with us
Is shame and disaster, for we worship
And the flowers wilt and die,
Reminding us of splendour and heaven,
The graves of the flowers.
poem by Naveed Akram
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The garden is my weeping heart
There is no fertilizer at all
But they grow without any quarrels.
Flowers in different colors
And varieties of fragrance.
I have no fence and restrictions too.
Birds, bees, butterflies and hornets idle.
Some trespassers with strong hands,
Sometimes very cruel.
Please do not pluck in that way as it's painful
And let the flowers wither.
One day I have to abandon the garden
As my soul takes wings.
But you find another gardener there.
* Spring comes and goes, yet comes again.
What a wonderful shuttle the nature is?
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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The Hinduism
What is Hinduism?
A cluster of tribal customs and of gods,
As practised and worshiped by tribes
Together with the vedic worship.
It is an adulterated Vedic doctrine.
Tribal gods included,
Dravidian gods included,
Ram and Krishna included,
The Hinduism has no universal god.
Vedic influence is not in dominance.
Yet Vedic Brahmins have supremacy.
Lord Buddha, a vedic Kshatric, revolted
Against Vedic worship and was shadowed,
With no regret then and now.
Temples of Buddha were replaced
By the temples of Ram and Krishna.
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Flowers
Do you not say
I’m omnipotent,
Omnipresent?
I created you,
Your family
And the nature
Around you.
Would I not be able to
Smell and see the flowers
That surround you?
Why pick them up in lots,
Pluck them off their
Lives, sew them with
Needles, and gift them
As garlands to an image
Of me: your temple deity.
What joy I get, tell me?
If I see my creations
Being ravaged by man’s
Ruthless hands. Like you,
They would love to live
A carefree life of freedom
And sunshine.
Why smother them
Prematurely, wither them
With your plucking fingers?
Don’t crush them to offer me
Pushpanjali.
Let them breathe in the
Breeze of the garden
Where they belong…
Let the bees savour their nectar.
Do not give me bouquets
Of dying flowers…
I’m just as happy
To see them
Blossom :)
In the branches of
The swinging trees.
Why make them bare and barren?
They look so naked without their
Adornments – the beautiful flowers
That drape them in beauty…
Listen to me, my dear devotee.
You happen to see me everywhere,
Don’t you?
You talk of my omnipresence,
So why don’t you see
That I don’t need
Flowers from thee
To please me.
They are there for nature to show us
How flowers look beautiful in their
Natural beauty…don’t pluck, please.
Won’t you heed me?
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Brothers And Sisters
now that the roots are dead
and the buds cannot anymore
turn into flowers of their own
we turn back to the seeds
hidden under the ground
we look for the moist patches
and begin to sprout
we give the leaves and then
we become trees ourselves
apart from each other
now, not even knowing what
are our names
we rationalize these separations
the cycle of life
the pathways of survival
the genetic tendrils looking for the light of the sun
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Eating and Drinking chapter VI
Then an old man, a keeper of an inn, said, "Speak to us of Eating and Drinking."
And he said:
Would that you could live on the fragrance of the earth, and like an air plant be sustained by the light.
But since you must kill to eat, and rob the young of its mother's milk to quench your thirst, let it then be an act of worship,
And let your board stand an altar on which the pure and the innocent of forest and plain are sacrificed for that which is purer and still more innocent in many.
When you kill a beast say to him in your heart,
"By the same power that slays you, I to am slain; and I too shall be consumed. For the law that delivered you into my hand shall deliver me into a mightier hand.
Your blood and my blood is naught but the sap that feeds the tree of heaven."
And when you crush an apple with your teeth, say to it in your heart,
"Your seeds shall live in my body,
And the buds of your tomorrow shall blossom in my heart,
And your fragrance shall be my breath,
And together we shall rejoice through all the seasons."
And in the autumn, when you gather the grapes of your vineyard for the winepress, say in you heart,
"I too am a vineyard, and my fruit shall be gathered for the winepress,
And like new wine I shall be kept in eternal vessels."
And in winter, when you draw the wine, let there be in your heart a song for each cup;
And let there be in the song a remembrance for the autumn days, and for the vineyard, and for the winepress.
poem by Khalil Gibran
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Blossom for ever
All the buds set not to flowers;
All the flowers set not to seeds;
So are the seeds not to seedlings.
Yet there is a joy in every function,
By which trees get exhilaration.
Still in blossom rests our love.
Yet it reverberates in me by its move
And generates lustre to your skin.
Let the blossom stay, if not be for seeding.
09.01.2000, Palakkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If Only Flowers Spoke
if only flowers spoke
wouldn't each petal
flow as a precious tear
on our cheeks?
if only flowers spoke
won't we hang our heads
in shame for the savage act
in normal parlance, a rape?
if only flowers spoke
will we ever lay our hand
on them even to offer
to the dumb gods?
we go on
for flowers are silent
and so are gods
and we, insensitive!
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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Lighter Shades Of Blue, Green And Brown
soon the flower puffs
and spreads the softness of its seeds
this wisp of the winds
this call of the ground
to perpetuate life
to kill the ugliness of death
to resurrect the hope of the grasses
the ideals of the flowers
leaves dissolve like watercolor dampness
in the canvass of life
so soft, soft green meadows
pastel woodlands
light green horizons spreading
diffusing against the fading light of dusk
meeting once again
the blueness of the skies
like baby's breath to mother
lips kissing meeting
in the cradle.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Love dies as bud
Love buds do sprout,
Now and then,
Here and there,
Everywhere,
All in abundance,
Across tight borders,
Among fretted mass,
But sooner or later,
Nay, sooner than later,
Tragically wither
At the scorching eyes
Of the vigilant spies,
Who are in every
Other woman and man
In and around.
A kind of genocide.
28.04.2002, pkd
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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To K.M.D.
In the buds, before they burst,
Leaves and flowers are moulded;
Closely pressed they lie at first,
Exquisitely folded.
Though no hope of change they felt,
Folded hard together,
Soon their sap begins to melt
In the warmer weather.
Till, when Life returns with Spring,
Through them softly stealing,
All their freshness forth they fling,
Hidden forms revealing. [606]
Who can fold those flowers again,
In the way he found them?
Or those spreading leaves restrain,
In the buds that bound them?
Trust me, Spring is very near,
All the buds are swelling;
All the glory of the year
In those buds is dwelling.
What the opened buds reveal
Tells us—Life is flowing;
What the buds, still shut, conceal,
We shall end in knowing.
Long I lingered in the bud
Doubting of the season,
Winter's cold had chilled my blood-—
I was ripe for treason.
Now no more I doubt or wait,
All my fears are vanished,
Summer’s coming, dear, though late,
Fogs and frosts are banished.
poem by James Clerk Maxwell
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Pirates And Rebels
Of the pirates and the rebels in Africa!
And like the pirates and rebels in Asia;
But do not kill mankind to rob him or her,
For the wages of sin is death!
Why are you a rebel or a pirate on this earth?
Why do you kidnap other people?
Pirates and rebels of Africa and of the world!
You all have a religion and what you worship,
But are we safe with you people on this earth? !
Yet still you go and pray to your Gods and Goddesses;
And i don't understand why,
Because a positive person will never rob and kill somebody!
Are you not ready to work for a living?
Or, is this act the best way to serve your Gods and Goddessses? !
Then think twice before it is too late,
Because someone is watching you from above!
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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To The Poets Who Only Read And Listen
WHEN evening's shadowy fingers fold
The flowers of every hue,
Some shy, half-opened bud will hold
Its drop of morning's dew.
Sweeter with every sunlit hour
The trembling sphere has grown,
Till all the fragrance of the flower
Becomes at last its own.
We that have sung perchance may find
Our little meed of praise,
And round our pallid temples bind
The wreath of fading bays.
Ah, Poet, who hast never spent
Thy breath in idle strains,
For thee the dewdrop morning lent
Still in thy heart remains;
Unwasted, in its perfumed cell
It waits the evening gale;
Then to the azure whence it fell
Its lingering sweets exhale.
poem by Oliver Wendell Holmes
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A Poem of Love on a Spring Morning
When my eyes
For the first time
Chanced upon your eyes
Haven’t I seen
A familiar flutter in the lashes?
Yes, I’ve known
The zigzag pieces
Trying to arrange themselves
In different combinations
Into a perfect symmetry of
Ethereal grace, translucent beauty
Till the flutter of this moment
No more will people call me mad
As when I went about
Sketching in the thin air
My blunt fingers trying in vain
To give you a form
How I wish
This mortal skin was all eyes!
I’ve not known love
Is this...?
Not to indulge in the polemics
Of whether it’s human or divine
I simply know
It as beyond the skin confines!
Each flutter made the long sown seeds
Crack open, sprout and bear buds
The latent buds bloomed into flowers
Of unsurpassable hues together throwing up
One unique scent that’s you
I bathe in the perfume
In my primordial glory…
05 Apr 2011
08.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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A Spring Garden
The blossoming of new life
A spring garden of beauty
To prepare you to embrace
The season with freshness,
To offer her benevolence
A smile of love and vigor
The beauty of flowers budding
Bees and butterflies rejoicing
Spreading fragrance of spring
To awaken you in her blossom
To begin a new day's chore
To offer your due diligence
To receive her gift of loyalty
To bask in spring’s newness
To immerse in her novelty
To enjoy the season as it unfolds
To soak up in her divine beauty
Wrapped in evening splendor!
poem by Oyekake Satty Joshua
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Fading Away
When Ive got something to say
Well, dont I always let you know
So that you and I can go my way together
And if I get carried away
Well, I could be sailing on a song
And maybe we could carry on forever
But lately this old dog
Has been chasing his tail
Round and round and round
And the circles in my mind
They have been winding slowly down
Everybodys breezing up
But Im seizing up
Im freezing up
And Im fading away
Ive got a hold on a night in june
Ive got room for you and me
Ive got moonlight up in the trees
Ive got sixty-eight degrees
Ive got nothing on my mind
But Ive got loving in my heart
And Ive got something out in the garden
I want to show you
Well, it really doesnt matter after all
If we quit this round about
And no one will really notice
If we can just sit this next one out
You can strike up the band without me
You may have your doubts about me
But Im just fading away
You can hardly even see me
Because Im fading away
Well, its hard to find a label
For this feeling in my bones
That this is all a make-believe
But my cards are on the table
And there aint nothing up my sleeve
And here I thought I was a thinking man
But Im a shrinking man, Im sinking man
Im fading, fading away
Well, its really not so bad to be fading away
Come on along with me and well go fading away
You can hardly even hear me because
Im fading away
song performed by by James Taylor
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A Flower For You My Dear
A flower will bloom on my plant too one day
And I shall offer it to you my dear.
My flower will have many petals,
Its colour will be that turns you envious of it and
Its fragrance will traverse beyond your stretches.
When I offer you my flower you will visit my garden perchance
And you will nip all the buds at once.
My flower will frown at me then and
I shall cry unto the skies
Till the stars invite me to join them for ever.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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To visit templesTo visit temples
I visit temples and conduct rites
More to please the priest than the deities.
I visit temples and do sacrifices
More to bribe the God than cleanse myself.
I visit temples and do worships
More to fake being pious than be so.
I visit temples and give offerings
To make clean myself of sins for fresh ones.
18.01.2010
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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