To My Students
As the golden beams burst at break of day
I feel gaily showers of your intellects' spray,
Not mere drops incense still
Like sweetening breeze of Spring's thrill.
Now I see you acquire the fire that blazes to glow
Your child-like thoughts consuming the bright maturity flow.
The innocent twinkle of starlit shy
Getting bright sparkle of golden sky.
Your faith profound of truth and religion
Floats so sportive in the glittening region.
I see the Glory waiting for thee
With ribbons and wreaths at the gate of futurity.
What joyance do I feel within my bossom!
My heart btithers, my soul bloosoms!
Vivek Tiwari
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Happy Children's Day
As the Nature stirs in joy
At the break of day
Breeze of the Nature's breath
Fragance of the bloosoms
Smell the earth
And freshens the whole surrounding
So You- my children-
Shall scatter all around
The best essence
Of all that's Fresh, Fair and True
And dignify the world
By giving it all that it needs.
Vivek Tiwari
14 Nov 2012
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My Experience
MY EXPERIENCE
My City-
My Native Region-
'Tis twenty and seven
I passed here around-
Gave me things many to bound
A name for Teacher
That I'm renowned.
Many cheerly, beautiful and cute
Many-many bright, happy and sweet-
Like many a morning flower-
CHILDREN-
To whom I feel
My heart delight
With gladdening thoughts
Of warmth and affection
And pleasure in some abundant showers
As standing in some shady bower
Sensing around the sweetening showers.
But some cursed, scornsome faces
That the society and environment prompt
That like the hounds hound around
(Hell of those that make them rouse
Hush! for things of good cant forever accord;
Moreover the things without remedy
Should be the things witbout regard)
A man (I) ever, not divine!
Yet I wish them all
All pleasure and peace.
May the time soothen all
All that tangles all things Good.
EXPERIENCE-
I hoarded
Both bitter and sweet
How the Hight plays with the Low
How the steps are plotted around
How the Prosperity robs the Need
Exploitation from Post and Position
Incurred after Wealth and Greed
Too much! Too much!
Beyond all calculations!
Needy are used beyond the ranges
Like the things of exchange.
FRIENDSHIP-
For years lasting
More peaceful
Little exhausting.
LOVE-
For peace
And life lasting
For true happiness
And for all
That is ever sweetely tasting.
People are Sweet
But wealth outdoes the people in common
Poor to poverty and riches to growth.
Mine thoughts are bound
With this town around
'Tis twenty and seven
I passed around.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on
In this very afternoon of 01 November 2012.
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My Dreamland of Freedom
When the real immense of the day,
Floats and flourishes on the land of freedom;
Where the liberty sways throughout,
No barriers to check or tame;
All the thoughts are let loose free,
The empire of freedom is built anew
And service is made by glory or fame.
The enemity defeated and with mortal wounds
Dread himself is frightened
And drowned in the ocean of fears;
How beautiful is the world new created
Happy, cheerly, merry
Only boss of my empire:
Such is the sweet region of mine
Broad and wide my land of dreams.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on
31-07-2012
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PINK and GOLD Ribbons
These are the thoughts as my eyes see
Pink and gold ribbons calling me.
In the early morning rising I run to my window
And peer toward the far horizon
To see ribbons in the sky delighting my eye,
Bands of pink outlining oak and evergreen
This is the prettiest sight I've ever seen.
The pink precedes golden ribbons now appearing
Stretching wider into bands of color nearing
The onset of the sun so big, bright and beautiful
In daily praise and thanksgiving I am dutiful.
On a cloud-filled morning, no sun adorning
I know far above the gray and stormy cloud
Are angels in joyful chorus aloud
Waiting for me to join in their singing
And my own soul finds itself winging
Through the clouds, through pink ribbons
Through golden bands toward the Son
When my earthly life is done
My soul He has won.
Such are the thoughts as my eyes see
Pink and gold ribbons calling me.
© Mel Patterson,1-2-08
poem by Mel Patterson
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True Love
When heart beats arise sweet pain
Eyes become thirsty for a dear one
Love grows there and brings merry rain
Love becomes young at that moment.
Grows then more and places to heights
Never to fade shines ever bright.
Love is a worship rather any God
And a true love never it wastes.
This is the Sangam of two hearts
Wherein to sink in soul's escort.
By and by it grows to more
Love of hearts is a Divine Love sure.
Vivek Tiwari
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Keep The Fights
Self enslaved!
Soul devoid!
Break the Bonds
Keep the Fights.
Till the Heart feels rejoice
And the Self gives you voice.
Though the Tide is tough
To swim aside
Sink not, loose not
Keep the Fights.
Emmemce Dark is broad and wide
There is no hope of a Light
Though feel fighting a lossing battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Brave men are
Those who fight
And fruits can never afright
For the fate favours the Brave
For the death is a wreath to Martyrs.
So dont ever quit the Battle
Keep the Fights
Do keep the Fights.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on Sep 27 2012
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Viva Italia!
Italia, in thy bleeding heart
I thought e'en hope was dead;
That from thy scarred and prostrate form
The spark of life had fled.
I thought, as memory's sunset glow
Its radiance o'er thee cast,
That all thy glory and thy fame
Were buried in the past.
Twice Mistress of the world, I thought
Thy star had set in gloom;
That all thy shrines and monuments
Were but thy spirit's tomb---
The mausoleum of the world,
Where Art her spoils might keep;
Where pilgrims from all shrines might come,
To wonder and to weep.
But from thy deathlike slumber now,
In joy I see thee wake
And over thy long shrouded sky
Behold the morning break.
Along the Alps and Apennines
Runs an electric thrill;
A golden splendor lights once more
Each storied vale and hill.
And hopes, bright as thy sunny skies,
Are o'er thy future cast;
The future that upon thee beams,
As glorious as thy past.
poem by Anne Lynch Botta from Poems (1848)
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Race of Life Out of Track
Sky is hard
Clouds are heavy
Soul is limited
Zeal confined.
Childhood is seized
And youth imprisoned
And Nature is thrown without the range.
Moon is strange
Stars are aliens
Sun is closed behind
Day is but a busy postman
Passes the message and is by.
Rivers hath no quenching thirst
Flowers no thing of beauty.
Mind is doctor
Mind is engineer
Mind is all scientist.
But
Twinkle of stars
And fragrance of breeze
And pleasure of the Spring
Is a thing of all monotony
And is counted a wasteful ceremony.
Relations too busy
Love all devoid
Nature is wrathful
Gods annoyed
And knowledge is cheat
That devils the mind
And ruins all ceremony
Soul is hurried in the heat of hope
And stands against all peace and harmony.
Vivek Tiwari
Composed on 06 Dec 2012.
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My Love My Sole Inspiration
My Love My Sole Inspiration
When I think
Of what I was
I think of You
The Love you taught.
And I think of what I am
I think of you
All overwhelm.
My life-
That had a limited range
You broadened and broadened
To a gladening change.
That is not all that I owe
You stepped into my being
And inspired me as my soul
And made me feel
You and I as a whole.
That now I hope
The distance of Hights
Not too far
To tire my flights.
I shall never feel despair
Nor shall ever be failure my share
While You My Love
Shadow me ever
Like my sole being my sole care.
With you my heart
Feels rejoice
As if success
Gives me voice.
My heart is thine
Thou heart is mine
Comeon along
Let our souls combine.
Let our souls combine
Forever to combine
Upto our living
And even after dying.
Vivek Tiwari
07 Nov 2012
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Shine as Bright as that Star
Shine as Bright as that Star
With eyes that shine as bright as that star.
Seamlessly you can be found,
Not the glow, not the light, but the sparkle.
Which causes you to sense that you are on top,
Looking down on that endless beauty.
Entering the room they illuminate.
Can you feel it?
Can you see it?
Can you control it?
But ask me why?
Why do I feel this emotion?
Those stars disappear
Where will you be when morning breaks?
With me?
Peering into eyes that shine as bright as that star?
With a smile that shines as bright as that star.
In passing I caught a glimpse,
Something like that of a shooting flame.
Found, but then lost.
Looking for something that can not again be seen.
Is it special?
Was that the one?
How do you know?
Those stars disappear.
Where will you be that night when it’s lost?
With me?
Sharing that smile that shines as bright as that star?
The thoughts which cause attraction.
Feeling that you want to reach out and find that perfect star.
That star which shows that extra something special.
As the eye causes the mind to believe, beware,
Believing does not always hold the truth.
I can hear the night,
I can see the dawn,
Invisible at break,
You are there to be held and to be taken care of.
Are you with me?
You, the one who shines as bright as that star.
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My Soul
In the flame of the flickering fire
The sins of my soul are few
And the thoughts in my head are the thoughts of a bed
With a solitary view.
But the eye of eternal consciousness
Must blink as a bat blinks bright
Or ever the thoughts in my head be stilled
On the brink of eternal night.
Oh feed to the golden fish his egg
Where he floats in his captive bowl,
To the cat his kind from the womb born blind,
And to the Lord my soul.
poem by Stevie Smith
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To A Skylark
Hail to thee, blithe Spirit!
Bird thou never wert,
That from Heaven, or near it,
Pourest thy full heart
In profuse strains of unpremeditated art.
Higher still and higher
From the earth thou springest
Like a cloud of fire;
The blue deep thou wingest,
And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest.
In the golden lightning
Of the sunken sun
O'er which clouds are bright'ning,
Thou dost float and run,
Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun.
The pale purple even
Melts around thy flight;
Like a star of Heaven
In the broad daylight
Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight:
Keen as are the arrows
Of that silver sphere,
Whose intense lamp narrows
In the white dawn clear
Until we hardly see--we feel that it is there.
All the earth and air
With thy voice is loud.
As, when night is bare,
From one lonely cloud
The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed.
What thou art we know not;
What is most like thee?
From rainbow clouds there flow not
Drops so bright to see
As from thy presence showers a rain of melody.
Like a poet hidden
In the light of thought,
Singing hymns unbidden,
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it heeded not:
Like a high-born maiden
In a palace tower,
Soothing her love-laden
Soul in secret hour
With music sweet as love, which overflows her bower:
Like a glow-worm golden
In a dell of dew,
Scattering unbeholden
Its aerial hue
Among the flowers and grass, which screen it from the view:
Like a rose embowered
In its own green leaves,
By warm winds deflowered,
Till the scent it gives
Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves.
Sound of vernal showers
On the twinkling grass,
Rain-awakened flowers,
All that ever was
Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass.
Teach us, sprite or bird,
What sweet thoughts are thine:
I have never heard
Praise of love or wine
That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine.
Chorus hymeneal
Or triumphal chaunt
Matched with thine, would be all
But an empty vaunt--
A thing wherein we feel there is some hidden want.
What objects are the fountains
Of thy happy strain?
What fields, or waves, or mountains?
What shapes of sky or plain?
What love of thine own kind? what ignorance of pain?
With thy clear keen joyance
Languor cannot be:
Shadow of annoyance
Never came near thee:
Thou lovest, but ne'er knew love's sad satiety.
Waking or asleep,
Thou of death must deem
Things more true and deep
Than we mortals dream,
Or how could thy notes flow in such a crystal stream?
We look before and after,
And pine for what is not:
Our sincerest laughter
With some pain is fraught;
Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.
Yet if we could scorn
Hate, and pride, and fear;
If we were things born
Not to shed a tear,
I know not how thy joy we ever should come near.
Better than all measures
Of delightful sound,
Better than all treasures
That in books are found,
Thy skill to poet were, thou scorner of the ground!
Teach me half the gladness
That thy brain must know,
Such harmonious madness
From my lips would flow
The world should listen then, as I am listening now!
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Motherless Child (feat. Portishead)
Words and music - traditional
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
A long long way from home
A long long way from home
Sometimes I feel like Im almost gone
Sometimes I feel like Im almost gone
Sometimes I feel like Im almost gone
And I know my times not long
I know that my time, its not long
Sometimes I feel like Im heaven bound
Sometimes I feel like Im heaven bound
Sometimes I feel like Im heaven bound
And I wear a golden crown
I wear a golden crown
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
Sometimes I feel like my soul is on fire
And Im about to die
And Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
Im about to die
I aint got nobody to love me
I aint got nobody to hold me
I aint got nobody to squeeze me
Im just a motherless child
Im just a motherless child
song performed by by Tom Jones
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I'm Growing Old
I’M growing old — ‘t is surely so;
And yet how short it seems
Since I was but a sportive child,
Enjoying childish dreams!
I cannot see the change that comes
With such an even pace;
I mark not when the wrinkles fall
Upon my fading face.
I know I’m old; and yet my heart
Is just as young and gay
As e’er it was before my locks
Of bright brown turned to gray.
I know these eyes to other eyes
Look not so bright and glad
As once they looked; and yet ‘tis nor
Because my heart’s more sad.
I never watched with purer joy
The floating clouds and glowing skies,
While glistening tears of rapture fill
These old and fading eyes.
And when I mark the cheek, wkere once
The bright rose used to glow,
It grieves me not to see instead
The almond crown my brow.
I’ve seen the flower grow old and pale,
And withered more than I;
I’ve seen it lose its every charm,
Then droop away and die.
And then I’ve seen it rise again,
Bright as the beaming sky,
And young and pure and beautiful—
And felt that so shall I.
Then what if I am growing old?
My heart is changeless still,
And God has given me enough
This loving heart to fill.
I love to see the sun go down,
And lengthening shadows throw
Along the ground, while o’er my head
The clouds in crimson glow.
I see, beyond those gorgeous clouds,
A country bright and fair,
Which needs no sun: God and the Lamb
Its light and beauty are.
I seem to hear the wondrous song
Redeemed sinners sing;
And my heart leaps to join the throng
To praise the Heavenly King.
I seem to see three cherub boys,
As hand in hand they go,
With golden curls and snowy wings,
Whose eyes with rapture glow.
When I was young I called them mine —
Now Heaven’s sweet ones are they;
But I shall claim my own again,
When I am called away.
Perhaps, when heaven’s bright gate I’ve passed,
They’ll know from every other
The one who gave them back to God,
And haste to call me mother.
0! 1 am glad I’m growing old!
For every day I spend
Shall bring me one day nearer that
Bright day that has no end.
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New revelations
Glory or no glory but bright future with delightful story
No label but recognized as fact with absolutely no worry
What have we not given to the world to feel shame or sorry?
Everything done in good faith not to malign with good name and glory
Given sense of life and means to lead honorable ways
All our ancestors lived full life with golden days
Architecture, science, mythology and religion
Spread across the globe covering all regions
No force or abduction in the name of religion?
No preaching of violence to form a legion
Adherence to peaceful existence and spread of love message
Absorbing all visitors with welcome and good passage
* Bharat is India*
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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January Morn
Bare branches of each tree
on this chilly January morn
look so cold so forlorn.
Gray skies dip ever so low
left from yesterday's dusting of snow.
Yet in the heart of each tree
waiting for each who wait to see
new life as warm sun and breeze will blow,
like magic, unlock springs sap to flow,
buds, new leaves, then blooms will grow. Like heart and soul in every man
who let their light grow ever dim
a spark still burns low within
longing to burst forth, to shine again.
Like bare branches on a January morn
don't feel cold don't feel forlorn.
Our Heavenly Father like warm spring sun
like gentle warm wind
when called upon
will make each light burn bright again.
poem by Nelda Hartman
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Questionable Star
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Do you wonder where you are
So far away is your shining light
Not seen during the day but so bright at night
Twinkle, twinkle little star
A wonder and amusement for us everyday
A beam of hope to the God that we pray
Twinkle, twinkle little star
Do you have love where you are
Is your love so intense and bright
As your everlasting light
Twinkle, twinkle little star
I think you’re beautiful where you are
A symbol of life and what might be
I love to feel you cosmic energy
poem by Richard Noggin
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The Unseen City
Not far away does that bright city stand,
'Tis but the mist o'er its dividing stream,
That wraps the glory of its glitt'ring strand,
Its radiant skies, and mountains silvery gleam;
Oh, often in the blindness of our fate
We wander very near the city's gate.
We love that unseen city, and we yearn
Ever within our earthly homes to see
Its golden towers, that in the sunset burn,
Its white walls rising from the quiet sea;
Its mansions gleaming with immortal glow,
Filled with the treasure lost to us below.
Yes, dear ones that we loved and lost are there;
Bright in that fair clime beam those sweet eyes now;
Fanned by its soft breeze floats the shining hair,
Hair we have smoothed back from the gentlest brow;
Softest white hands we kissed and clasped in ours
Slipped from our grasp, lured by its glowing flowers.
Fairer it seems, its velvet walks were sweet,
Dearer its quiet streets, with gold paved o'er,
Since o'er them lightly fall the little feet--
The light feet bounding through our homes no more;
Oh, heart's dear music, tearfully missed,
That city's filled with melody like this.
It is not far away; down from its arches roll
Anthems too sacred for the outward ear,
Pouring their haunting sweetness on the soul;
Oh, how our waiting spirits thrill to hear,
In listening to the low bewildering strain,
Voices they said we should not hear again.
Oh, dear to us that city. He is there,
He whom unseen we love; no need of light;
His tender eyes illume the crystal air
Where His beloved walk in vesture white,
What though on earth they wandered, poor, distressed,
And saw through tears His glory, now they rest.
Oh, that fair city, shining o'er the tide,
Thither we journey through the storm and night;
But soon shall we adown its still bay glide,
Soon will the city's gate gleam on our sight,
There with our own forever shall we be,
In that fair city rising from the sea.
poem by Marietta Holley
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Preparatory Meditations - Second Series: 12
(Ezekiel 37:24. David my Servant shall be their King)
Dull, dull indeed! What, shall it e'er be thus?
And why? Are not Thy promises, my Lord,
Rich, quick'ning things? How should my full cheeks blush
To find me thus? And those a lifeless word?
My heart is heedless: unconcerned hereat:
I find my spirits spiritless and flat.
Thou court'st mine eyes in sparkling colors bright,
Most bright indeed, and soul-enamouring,
With the most shining sun, whose beams did smite
Me with delightful smiles to make me spring.
Embellished knots of love assault my mind,
Which still is dull, as if this sun n'er shined.
David in all his gallantry now comes,
Bringing, to tend Thy shrine, his royal glory,
Rich prowess, prudence, victories, sweet songs,
And piety to pencil out Thy story;
To draw my heart to Thee in this brave shine
Of typic beams, most warm. But still I pine.
Shall not this lovely beauty, Lord, set out
In dazzling shining flashes 'fore mine eye,
Enchant my heart, love's golden mine, till 't spout
Out streams of love refin'd that on Thee lie?
Thy glory's great: Thou David's kingdom shalt
Enjoy for aye. I want and that's my fault.
Spare me, my Lord, spare me, I greatly pray,
Let me Thy gold pass through Thy fire until
Thy fire refine, and take my filth away.
That I may shine like gold, and have my fill
Of love for Thee; until my virginal
Chime out in changes sweet Thy praises shall.
Wipe off my rust, Lord, with Thy wisp me scour,
And make Thy beams perch on my strings their blaze.
My tunes clothe with Thy shine, and quavers pour
My cursing strings on, loaded with Thy praise.
My fervant love with music in her hand,
Shall then attend Thyself, and Thy command.
poem by Edward Taylor
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May Song
How fair doth Nature
Appear again!
How bright the sunbeams!
How smiles the plain!
The flow'rs are bursting
From ev'ry bough,
And thousand voices
Each bush yields now.
And joy and gladness
Fill ev'ry breast!
Oh earth!--oh sunlight!
Oh rapture blest!
Oh love! oh loved one!
As golden bright,
As clouds of morning
On yonder height!
Thou blessest gladly
The smiling field,--
The world in fragrant
Vapour conceal'd.
Oh maiden, maiden,
How love I thee!
Thine eye, how gleams it!
How lov'st thou me!
The blithe lark loveth
Sweet song and air,
The morning flow'ret
Heav'n's incense fair,
As I now love thee
With fond desire,
For thou dost give me
Youth, joy, and fire,
For new-born dances
And minstrelsy.
Be ever happy,
As thou lov'st me!
poem by Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
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