Message Ethereal...Part 4
Note: These poem excerpts are my independent works based on the story material of the Sanskrit poetic work ‘Megha Dhootham’(Cloud Messenger) by Poet Great Kaali Daasa- 5th centuary AD
(Please read the previous parts before reading this)
Yaksha’s appeasing words to the cloud continue...
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O mighty Cloud, northwards as you move
My happiness knows no bounds;
^As you stroll, like a tusker huge
Spreading on earth your shadow’s girth,
Maids who look up to watch the sky,
Might wonder if there a hill that glides...
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The mountain kings that protect bounds
Thinking another one of seamless bounds,
Might try to stop you as them you cross;
Careful you be not to combat them;
Northwards undaunted please you move;
You would meet her soon,
Thy brothers’ spouse!
17
O friend, you merciful and kind,
Can’t you see the raving *nichula weeds?
Raving to wind they in thirsty moods
Their hopes remain high,
The earth would get drenched soon;
I plead; you could wait, do not pour out now...
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Does she too rave out, my girl there?
A waiting maid’s heart is a soft flower!
But for hopes, that feed water,
It would wilt; my friend!
You’re the hope lone, mine and hers
Go there early to pass over
My message of love to my wife dear
(to be continued)
29th May 2009
^ Simile original of Kaali Dhaasa
* Nichula – A tall stiff perennial grass-like plant growing together in groups near water locales.
Notice the anxiety in yaksha’s words. He wants the cloud- his message- to reach its destination early; safe
poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Message Ethereal...Part 1
Note: These poem excerpts are my independent works based on the story material of the Sanskrit poetic work ‘Megha Dhootham’(Cloud Messenger) by Poet Great Kaali Daasa- 5th centuary AD
1
O worthy Cloud! I bow to thee;
Bestow your eyes on this hapless me,
On this Yaksha* unlucky;
I am standing on my weakened feet,
In front of my hermitage, down this valley
2
My master, Kubera* the lord of wealth
Has expelled me from heaven
For my accused negligence to duty;
Accused I was, I pampered my spouse
Failing to fall in time for my lord’s service;
I bear his wrath; am in exile now on earth
In this Ramgiri* for one full seasonal cycle
Unfortunate I am, left to live alone,
Separated from my beloved young wife...
3
Was it a crime? You tell me
For someone as youthful as me
If allotted his time his heart
More to his beloved new bride?
They are lords their words are rules
They enjoy all the celestial bliss,
Despite having their own Devi*
They share shamelessly the Apsaras* girls;
O virtuous Cloud! I salute thee,
Tell me who have more sinned now?
They or the poor servants like me?
4
^O Cloud, you mighty and dark,
As if a tusker in *madh,
Butting against a mountain bank,
You appear high on the *Aashaad awaiting sky,
Full of water virile, of life;
You arouse my desires my lust
You rekindle my enthusiasm the fire inside;
What if my armlets
Have slipped down my forearms
Weakened by the sustained blows of parting?
I pray to you, may you carry my message of love,
My feelings, in the distance to my grief stricken wife...
(To be continued)
1. Yakhsha- one of the working classes in the heavens...the singers
2. Kubera- The controller of heavenly wealth
3. Devi- the lawful heavenly wife
4. Ramgiri- a place in the Chitrakood mounts of central India where prince Ram and Sita stayed briefly while in exile from their kingdom of long fourteen years
4. Apsaras girls- the celestial dancer nymphs
5. Aashaad- the month beginning the winter season
6. Madh- A periodic condition in bull elephants wherein they remain sexually charged, aggressive with copious discharge of thick secretion called ‘temporin’ from the temporal ducts
7. ^ Simile original of Kaali Daasa
18 04 2009
poem by Kesav Venkat Easwaran
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Life of a Cloud
Warming thermals whisper as they rise,
To tell us they are soon to bring to view
In cooler air aloft before your eyes:
A gentle wisp to counterpoint the blue.
Powder puffs emerge to grant her grace
That further bloom as would for stately tree, and
Yield a sight that calls for our embrace:
Another cloud anew above the lea.
Cruising forth, she yearns for ageless life.
O how her hopes will soon be dashed in vain,
For up there in the cold she courts her strife,
To fade away as drops of closing rain.
Scant and lacy speak her living span,
And fair among us could be brought to mourn,
But she was there to populate her clan:
From fallen tears, new daughters will be born.
Copyright © Mark R slaughter 2010
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poem by Mark R Slaughter
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Monsoon
The Sun is nowhere to be seen,
Nor is there a trace where it had been.
The shy Sun hides its face
Behind its friend The Grey Cloud.
The Cloud oozes tears of joy and sorrow;
A melancholic sight!
And thunderous laughter.
For it saw its friend,
The Earth one long year ago!
Which now lies parched and dry below.
The tears of The Cloud,
Quench The Earth's bowel.
Till it can drink no more!
The Earth once lifeless,
Now ebbs with beauty
And life endless.
Now jealous, the once shy Sun,
Craves the limelight of its friend The Cloud!
Occasionally succeeding,
The Sun spreads its rays of smile,
While its friend The Cloud sheds its tears of joy!
A competition so good,
It lightens up the whole sky!
A fabulous feast for the eye!
Seven bright streaks with no beginning or end;
Rendered in the sky,
Which looks anew,
From The Earth below.
A beautiful light and sound orchestra!
poem by Vivian Thompson
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Will the sun ever shine again
The cloud took over the sky covering it with a black blanket
will the sun ever shine again
the sun ran from east to seek refuge av the west
all because the cloud over threw him
will the sun ever shine again
the stars and moon all peep in to mourn their master 'sun' who was murder by the cloud
will the sun ever shine again
who could appeals the cloud to be lenient on the sky for it cries all day, mourning it master
will the sun ever shine again
the sky cry and earth couldn't go out
will the sun ever shine again
our roads filled with water
the canals over flown paving ways into our houses
will the sun ever shine again
the sky cry, and vehicles were park'd at their owner's lodge
will the sun ever shine again
the tears from the sky has turn'd the house into lagoon
will the sun ever shine again
yeah! my clothe is wet
my stomach is empty
at the same time my throat is dry,
for the sun had stop shining
will the sun ever shine again
plant could not germinate because the sun went to bed
the land was over floaded
will the sun ever shine again
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ho! could we plead you to go and come back some other time for we know we need you more as we don't need you now please make the sun shine again so it could dry our land,
for we know sun cannot exist under you
look dear cloud our bed had been carried away by your furious no were to pass the night
our legs ache because the tears from the sky took away our sit
ho! cloud get a sit for yourself to rest your long time labour
so the sun could have hope for it's lost glory again
and shine on our wet soul
will the sun ever shine again
if the sky keep throwing tears
will the sun ever shine again
if it keep raining.
poem by Adidu Adebowale Emmanuel
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Those Words
What made you think about that, don’t ruin your life
You need to focus on the things always changing
Always moving
Banished to the back of my mind,
Best philosophy I’ve heard in my life
Those words are part
Of a book I’ve never read
A song I’ve never sung
A dream I’ve never dreamed
Part of a cloud I’ve never been to
Sailin’ on cloud nine
And I wish, I wish it was mine
There’s a girl
Miss Original Girl
She turns gray into silver
I don’t know why you can hate her
She doesn’t realize what it must be like to be me
Take her away from the best things that I am dreaming
About
But I guess those words are part
Of a book I’ve never read
A song I’ve never sung
A dream I’ve never dreamed
Part of that cloud I’ve never been to
Sailin’ on cloud nine
And I wish, I wish it was mine
I wish it was forever mine
The best day on my lips tastes like candy
When you taste it it’s a whole different story
People don’t live like this, they
Don’t all sound the same
No one’s ever worried about my hiding, where I might be
And I’m wishing
Still wishing
Still dreaming but
I have hoped, I have failed
I have dreamed, I have fallen
I have wished, I have retreated
I have tried, I have collided
I have done it, I have succeeded
But I still know through this fog
I know those words are part
Of a book I’ve never read
Never even looked at
A song I’ve never sung for you
A dream I’ve never dreamed
At least in this lifetime
Part of that same cloud I’ve never been to
Ever in my life
Now I’m sailin’ on cloud nine
And I think back to the time
When I wished, I wished, I dreamed that it was mine
And now it is forever mine
Because Of Love
(words & music by batchelor - roberts)
Because of love, Im a hundred feet tall
I can bounce this world like a little old ball
The heaven and earth are now all mine
Ive jumped to the moon from cloud number nine
Because, because, because, because of love
Because of love, Im a mighty big man
I hold the sun in the palm of my hand
Just one leap I can cross the seas
Jump over mountains and fly over trees
Because, because, because, because of love
Well I found love, I found love
Thats all that I can say
Oh Ill never, never, Ill never, never
Never let it get away
Because of love, Im the happiest guy
And life is sweet as cherry cream pie
Well heaven and earth are now all mine
Ive jumped to the moon from cloud number nine
Because, because, because, because of love
Because, because, because, because of love
song performed by by Elvis Presley
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Red Sky Warning
I saw the cloud in the morning sky
So I turned to go back inside,
And I said to my wife, ‘It’s a shepherd’s dawn,
Or the red sky early warning, torn
By the man with the evil eye.’
The silence hung in a leaden pall
As she turned her face away,
And I said: ‘I’m only the man behind,
I’m not to account for all mankind
Or a cloud at the break of day.’
She looked again and she pulled the blind
And the house was dark and still.
‘I’ve looked my last on the works of man
Through whispered tears on a trembling hand,
Or the cloud beyond the hill.’
So she sat herself where she sits today
By the glow of the ash-wood fire,
But she sees and hears and tells me nought
While the devil inside her can’t be bought,
Or ever be made to tire.
So whenever a cloud in the early dawn
Glows red in the morning sky,
I say to my wife: ‘It’s a shepherd’s dawn,
Or the red sky early warning, torn
By the man with the evil eye.’
9 June 1972
poem by David Lewis Paget
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O That A Chariot Of Cloud Were Mine!
O that a chariot of cloud were mine!
Of cloud which the wild tempest weaves in air,
When the moon over the ocean’s line
Is spreading the locks of her bright gray hair.
O that a chariot of cloud were mine! 5
I would sail on the waves of the billowy wind
To the mountain peak and the rocky lake,
And the...
poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Cloud 8
(tony martin/byron hill)
I hear em laughing on cloud 9
In a world so happy just above mine
No ones leaving like you left me
They got each other got all they need, but
Here on cloud 8
A lotta nothings going on
Im just drifting day to day
Out here on my own
While up on cloud 9
I hear em party all the time
They dont hear my heart break
Down here on cloud 8
We almost made it up where they are
But losing your love
Brought me down hard
Now Im just hanging, just getting by
Where expectations arent that high, but
Here on cloud 8
A lotta nothings going on
Im just drifting day to day
Out here on my own
While up on cloud 9
I hear em party all the time
They dont hear my heart break
Down here on cloud 8
While up on cloud 9
I hear em party all the time
They dont hear my heart break
Down here on cloud 8
They dont hear my heart break
Down here on cloud 8
song performed by by John Michael Montgomery
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Clouds By Number
Cloud Nine lived a life of fantasy,
Barely conceding the existence of Cloud Eight,
Who felt jealousy for Cloud Seven's
Silver lining,
Although it was saturnine.
Cloud Six lived a life in a daze,
Dozing in the sun's rays;
While Cloud Five held a bellyful of rain
That it wept onto
The arid plain.
Cloud Four came out of nowhere,
Hugging Cloud Three,
Making way, hurriedly, for Cloud Two,
Who shot lightning and thunder,
And like a magic trick
Became Cloud One.
The Great Funnel Cloud,
Who left nothing after its short reign
But a painful memory and a swollen path to be filled with regrets.
poem by Stan Petrovich
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What is the cloud to the sun?
For what is the cloud to the sun,
It is nothing. The wind has always
Driven it away and the sun does not
Care. For want of love and care, the
Cloud plays with the fields and the
River and the sea. Impregnated it
Has conceived, and gives
Birth to the rain. The fields and the
Sea and the rivers feasted. The fields
Grow the grass and the flowers.
The sea and the rivers have
Seeded its waters with more fish.
The cloud does not like it. It has
Always dreamt of the sun but the
Wind has always blown it away.
At night the cloud talks to the moon.
And seeing the likeness of its light
To the sun that it loves, the cloud
Makes love with the shining moon.
It has given birth to the stars.
The following morning, the cloud
Is exhausted. It floats with the
Chastisements of the wind. There
Is no more direction. It still dreams
Of the sun. It dies and becomes
Taken as part of the wind. The
Cloud has become a white, clear
Sky. It is nothing. It is what you
See, when love is unrequited.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Cloud And The Wind
back to the basics of our longing
back to the cloud and the wind
and the river
and the grass and our shadows
those were the times when what we need is all that we carry
light and cloudy
less light more shadows
less words more of the silence
there was more understanding then
no arguments about
the winding paths as to where these may finally lead us
to destruction or construction
to life or death?
i zip my pants and then move on.
you stay and settle for more imagination
i am the cloud and the wind
pieces of lightness and shapelessness
you are the earth and the tree
heavy and stuck
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Song Seven
Song Seven
you cant sit up
you fell too fast
you come at the right time
you come too fast
you bloom in spring
you move the sky
youve come in singing
you call me a liar
you were like a cloud
yes you are a flower
then you were a lime
now our love is sour
you were like a flower
you were just like a flower
then you were a lime
now our love is sour
dont give up (I owe you)
no dont give up
oh dont give up
dont give up (I owe you)
you were like a cloud
yes you were a flower
then you were a lime
now our love is sour
you were like a cloud
you were just like a flower
then you were a lime
now our love is sour
here I feel I wish I could just see it
the love the hate the things that separate
forcing conscious to conscious every small attack
it takes a small man to notice but not to act up
confrontation complication needs a foundation
I'm calm baby, I'm calm
you were like a cloud
yes you are a flower you move i love life is all we need
then you were a lime
now our love is so sour you move i love life is all we need
so sour
so sour
dont give up
no dont give up
oh dont give up
no dont give up
start again butterfly
start again butterfly
start again butterfly
start again, start again dear
song performed by by Interpol
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Y.... River meets desert
A young river,
So strong
Nothing could stop it
Nothing went wrong
Big rocks in its way
No problem at all
It went over them
Around them if tall
But then it met the desert
Water sank deep into sand
Huge problem for the river
It looked like its life was to end
Desperately
It turned to our God
'Please, God help me
To get away from or over this spot'
A voice from above said
'Look at the wind in the sky
It crosses the desert so easily
So just stop to cry! '
'But I am not wind, I am water
How can I cross
Please help me
I am at a loss'
'Did you forget dear river, '
Said the voice from above
'Long time before you were a river
The wind carried you with love'
The river let its water evaporate
Allowed the wind to carry it once more
In its loving arms,
wind held the river as before
Across the desert they went
A lot of water in a big large cloud
And at the other side
The wind let it rain out
There the river again became strong
Even better and stronger than before
With much vigor it ran
For everyone to adore
Dear young men and women alike
If you meet with the desert or anything wrong
Remember who carried you
Before you became a river so strong
poem by Aufie Zophy
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The Natural Love Story
With full of unwillingness
the water evaporates
The natural love story ends
as heat - the villain infests.
The water can't be disunited
from the soil, so it dies;
In the hope of being reunited
the soul of water flies.
In the memory of the earth
the water becomes light;
It is separated too distantly
and the earth remains no more bright.
The dead-body of the water
remains as a cloud;
It has nothing, just to wander
and this sinister can't even shout.
Although true love always fails
but here, this is not true;
The cloud does the recovery
and it tries to leave the blue.
It roars and thunders,
It cries with full rage;
and finally the fate surrenders
Water take rebirth without the matter of age.
It comes down with full speed
to fulfill its life-long wait;
One second in love equals one week
and finally the water and the earth met.
The greenery gets happy,
Air embraces the plants,
A wave flow in the paddy,
Birds create pleasant sounds.
Peace is scattered everywhere,
Children jump with joy,
Faces become happy and fair,
And the villain gets destroyed.
But change is permanent,
and no power can prove it a lie,
The great love will again have to break,
And the water will again have to fly.
With full of unwillingness
the water evaporates;
The natural love story ends
as heat - the villain infests.
poem by Himanshu Mishra
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The Secret Pond
you know the way to the secret pond of my heart
meet me there
and stay there for a while
do you not notice the wild grass growing there?
think of me as the unintended
think of me as the wanton beauty of the grass
that plans nothing to spread anywhere
think of me as a free vine
bringing soon a flower to you lips
do you notice the grey stones blunt and the pebbles black?
think of me as a certain hardness uncracked by the pain
of infidelities, think of me as pebbles that you through
after some sweet confidences after some utility
think of me as a stone that may kill a mocking bird
do you notice the stagnant waters there?
still, and quiet, and not flowing
it is what my love is all about, no noise, no words, no transfering
from one brook to another
do you notice my absence? be patient, wait for a while.
soon i may come but like a cloud above that secret pond
i may just be a drifter, a passer by, a vagabond, a wisp of air, a hush
a ghost, a phantom, an image, a shadow, a mirage.
yes, it will still be sad and lonely.
poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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The Final Painting
The white cloud passed over the land
there is sea always round the land
the sky is blue always above the cloud
the cloud in the blue continues to move
- nothing is limited by the canvas or frame -
the white cloud can be pictured like any
other clouds or like a fist of wool
or a white fur rose
The white cloud passes a shadow across
the landscape and so there is a passing greyness
The grey and the white both envelop
the watcher until he too is drawn into the picture
It is all a journey from a room through a door
down stairs and out into the street
The cloud could possess the house
The watchers have a mutual confidence
with the approaching string of white clouds
It is beyond spoken words what they are
silently mouthing to the sky
There was no mystery in this - only the firm
outline of people in overcoats on a hillside
and the line of clouds above them
The sky is blue The cloud white with touches
of grey - the rest - the landscape below -
can be left to the imagination
The whole painting quietly dissolved itself
into its surrounding clouds
poem by Lee Harwood
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A Cloud In The Sky
There is a cloud in the sky and mixtures of colors floating around, now touch your lips and dream away. This is only a cloud in the sky, just only one cloud in the sky. Won’t you take me to the stars at night and watch them go flaying by, one by one they seem to fade into the night sky, now everything is alright. But when that sun comes out of his early morning bed, I’ll start to think of what I have done in my lifetime. You know that each night just brings the memories back to life, an you seem to be in a daze. And wondering to places where you never been. Now there is a cloud in the sky and it’s calling your name. Please come over here my darling and hold my hand tightly. Because you’re the light that shines on me.
Max Hornbogen
Feb 23,2008
poem by Max D. Hornbogen
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Cumoulous
On the sun-deck I saw two big clouds a man one
and a female, they met kissed and the man cloud
was transformed into a plucked chicken.
Not that the female cloud fared better for behind
her came huge troll cloud that absorbed her up its
nostrils. In the world of clouds you never see
the same formation twice, in this immaterial ever
changing world; it is as the saying goes: You can´t
cross the same river twice. Now a massive dark cloud
erased the picture, and as I didn´t want a drab cloud
hanging over me, I got up walked into the galley and
had a mug of coffee, while the cook fried pork chops.
poem by Oskar Hansen
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Move On
Move on
for there is no cloud
that brings the same rain
no new day
that brings the same wind...
Move on
for there is no the same flower
that blooms in the garden
and no the same water
that flows in the river...
Move on
and discover more
of the many wonderful things
in this universe.
poem by Marites C. Cayetano
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