philosophy Of Give And Take!
PHILOSOPHY OF GIVE AND
TAKE!
It is very often said, that Delhi culture is one
of ‘give and take’!
If you give with one hand, with the other
you must take!
But why alone blame Delhi, for this kind
of philosophy? !
Has not this culture now slowly spread? !
I read your poems only, after mine are
also read? !
Friends, in these lines I have merely recalled, -
What a lady poet of Delhi told me once, -
over the phone!
So now I leave it to the readers of poem-
hunter.com, -
To prove her right, or to prove her wrong!
-Raj Nandy
05 Apr 09
New Delhi
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Buddha Jayanti Day
BUDDHA JAYANTI DAY
Our unshed tears with sorrow and pain,
Gets engraved on our face with passing
years!
I take solace from Buddha's enlightened
and sublime face,
The Lord who transcends all sorrow and
fears!
On this sacred day of His birth, as my time
gradually draws near,
I seek His blessings to give me strength,
And my mind to transcend those unshed
tears!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
19 May 08
To All Those Whose Poems I Have Not Read
TO ALL THOSE WHOSE POEMS I HAVE NOT READ
To all those whose poems I have not read
Who have said a kind word about mine-
I apologize
I simply am too selfish
And do not want to give the time-
I too do not want to lie
What if I do not like your poem?
And also I do not want to recognize
So many ‘equals' when I am after all to myself ‘the poet'-
An apology is of course not a real answer
Perhaps I will try to do better in the future-
But I do feel badly about this-
Please go on without me
There is a big world out there
And many listeners who hopefully
Will give time and attention to your poem
As I have regrettably not.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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A Prayer For A Stout Heart
A PRAYER FOR A STOUT HEART
How can I stake all my love, -
At the mercy of this fickle heart?
A heart that is delicate and fragile,
A heart that ignores the reasoning mind? !
A heart that feels both love and hate,
Gets ensnared by beauty and trapped by fate? !
A heart that changes its color and beat,
A heart which appears to be incomplete?
Faced with all those temptations of this world –
both spurious and pure,
How can my foolish heart distinguish and
endure?
So I prayed to the Lord to give me a heart that
is stout,
Like Richard the Lion Heart, both steadfast and
without doubt!
To wage a Crusade against all that is impure,
And abide by true love to forever endure!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
- 20 Jan 09
I met a hundred men going to Delhi and everyone is my brother.
I met a hundred men going to Delhi and everyone is my brother.
quote by Pope Paul VI
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My Evening Star
MY EVENING STAR
In the gathering gloom of my evening
sky,
I saw your face in that evening star;
Showering your brightness and your
magic light,
To dispel my gloom from afar!
While in my heart a sad old tune, -
A tune of sadness and of love,
Played like the melody of an old violin,
And I listened as if in a waking dream!
For you have left me and gone afar,
To shine as my enduring evening star!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
12 Jun 08
mid-summers Rain
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MID-SUMMER’S RAIN!
Juicy water melons and iced buttermilk,
Cool breeze of summer with waves kissing
our feet,
These are a few blessings of an Indian
summer time,
Let’s walk the beaches with your hand in
mine!
O lovely summer time!
Sitting under the shade with cold lemonade,
I see the boats sailing, - their white dotted
sails!
While the surf riders perform their undulating
dance, -
As we sit under the sun-shade almost in a
trance!
O summer’s hypnotic trance!
Next I see the dark clouds on the horizon afar,
Soon they begin to cover the sky entire!
Rain drops keep falling as mid-summer’s rain,
As we kiss each other all drenched in the rain!
O how I wish to spend this summer with you, -
All over again! !
-Raj Nandy
04 Apr 09
New Delhi
Delhi came as a shock. There were so many people, and oh, the traffic.
quote by Tina Turner
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New Delhi
New delhi at three a.m.
Just arrived by k.l.m.
Left the airport in the heat
In the bus strange people meet
Driving through the starless night
Passing very unusual sights
Left the bus at five to five
Caught a taxi started to drive
He thought I was a millionaire
And accordingly put up the fare
Dawn was breaking in the east
Causing this hot night to cease
Mosquitos buzzing in my ears
Grating sound of clashing gears
Burning rubber filled the air
Taxi driver began to swear
The heat was burning my head was turning
It was then the car broke down
Just on the outskirts of town
A camel from the dhrangadhra
Silently passed by our car
A vulture circled high above in the air
I had to shade my eyes to cover the glare
Sweating in the plastic seats
Hard to breathe in the increasing heat
Lying back my mind started to
Drift into an uneasy sleep
I dreamt I was in new delhi
Slowly dying of la grippe
song performed by by Madness
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A Tribute to Mothers
Greatest gift of nature
To human creature
Mother, mother and mother
She is the first teacher
Teaching you since you were a babbler
She understood you better than the best
Did every little things in your interest
Loving, caressing touch of a mother
During your waking and slumber
Forgetting your every misdeed
Giving you advice when you need
Her true love is unfathomable indeed
Answering all your queries, paying heed
The safest place is the lap of a mother
Your real resort for all weather
Mother is mother no poor or rich
She does whatever is in her reach
For your happiness and growth
Changing your bad habit like old cloth
Teaching you best manners and conduct
To make you best nature's product
This poem is a tribute to mothers
Read, enjoy and spread the message
O my friends, reader and dear brothers
Shashikant Nishant Sharma 'साहिल'
{The poem written on Mothers day on 13 May 2012 while roaming in Delhi with an old friend the ideas gathered and now its before you to read and review.}
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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A Small Need...
Let me write some poems
Let me be a poet.
Give me a pen,
Give me a paper,
And give me a few thoughts.
Let the world know me a lot
Let me be a clot.
Give my poems a rhyme
Give them a rhythum too.
And give me a name.
Let my poems be recited by all
Let my lines be quoted by the world.
Give me your fingers
Give me your mind as well.
Let me too be a poet.
poem by M.d Dinesh Nair
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A Bouquet Of Roses
A BOUQUET OF ROSES
When greeted by a bouquet of thirty roses
on the anniversary day,
A mixed feeling rose within, and I didn’t
know what to say!
But I thanked the Lord for that special day!
For long I had developed an attitude towards
roses you know,
As I watched its thorns and reddish glow!
When painted like the ‘Sunflower’ they neither
die or fade, -
A visual feast for the eyes, while olfactory nerves
remain dead!
Roses like humans when cut off from their
roots,
They gradually wither and fade, as roses should!
But its lingering perfume forever remains,
As I inhale, - I am wafted beyond the world of
the dead!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
- 12 Feb 09
A Nobel Prize For Peace!
A NOBLE PRIZE FOR PEACE!
When the dove returned to Noah’s arch, -
With an olive branch in its beak,
Noah knew that the flood waters have begun
to recede!
The Dove remain as our symbol of Peace!
But now when we look up at the sky,
There are more hawks than doves flying up
high!
Yet there are many who work in anonymity,
For the sake of peace and to alleviate poverty,
Without any kind of publicity!
For long religious bigotry, cast and creed,
Have distanced us from that elusive peace, -
Spreading violence amongst our midst!
So now I sincerely do hope and pray,
That this Noble Prize for Peace shall one day,
Bringing that elusive peace on our way!
Despite what the ‘hawks’ might have to say!
With best wishes for President Obama on
this day!
-Raj Nandy
14 Oct 09
New Delhi
Common wealth of games:
Delhi dallying- showcased free;
All gold medallists!
haiku by Mamta Agarwal
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I left Delhi, in 1971, shortly after Collective Choice and Social Welfare was published in 1970.
quote by Amartya Sen
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The Death Rattle
THE DEATH RATTLE!
For days on end I heard that groan,
As if something was stuck in her
throat as she moaned;
A constant croaking in a subdued low
tone!
The doctor called it the ‘death rattle’, -
When the body begins to lament for the
departing soul!
Since all our earthly coming together,
Must one day surely end in departure!
That has been the general law of nature!
Then suddenly one day, during the early
hours of the morn,
All groans had ceased, as her body lay
cold,
It was an hour before the break of dawn!
My mother’s soul had passed on ……,
She must have seen a better dawn!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
27 Sep 08
(I had lost my mother a year prior to my
retirement from the I. A. F.)
The Poetic Sky
THE POETIC SKY
As our world gently rotates, the complexion
of the blue sky begins to change,
As clouds ceaselessly form and unite, only to
dissipate!
The sunset sky blushes, and even dissolves
as refreshing rain!
But with the birth of each new day,
The sky always presents a clean blue slate!
For the poet to etch out his thoughts and
lines,
While the timeless blue sky forever displays,
it's cerulean blue state!
Like the changing sky the poet's thoughts and
words also rearrange;
In our evanescent life of continued flux, flow,
and change!
The crimson rays of the setting sun enters the
poet's veins,
And flows down to his heart and there to remain!
His heart is sensitive and he feels other's hurt,
Those flowers at dawn knowingly nods, and even
speak to his trusting heart!
The poet begins to write with the glow of starlight
showers, -
And those borrowed colours from the myriad
shades of flowers!
And he is blessed by the sky which yields and
melts in sympathy;
Flowing through his pen in limpid blue
transparency!
While he sincerely hopes that this boundless
and boarderless sky,
Which envelopes our entire humanity in a spirit
of sympathy,
Shall remain there forever as the all-embracing
Sky of Poetry!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
22 May 08
Thoughts For The New Year
THOUGHTS FOR THE NEW YEAR
(2008)
It took me a billion years to come to my
present form and shape;
Distilled from space and time,
And blessed with His heavenly grace,
To reflect His glory and sing His praise!
But our selfish ways and divergent creeds,
Coupled with our insatible greed,
Instead of creating a harmonious fusion,
Suceeded in creating utter confusion!
May we now unite with a single thought,
Of peace and love and the all loving God,
Forgetting our hatred and greed,
Breeding the dove of peace within;
Embracing our world, and all as one,
Laced with the sprit of friendship and love,
And to live in peace under the sun.
- Raj Nandy
New Delhi
01 Jan 08
speaking Of Re-birth!
** SPEAKING OF RE-BIRTH!
Many a time it has been said, that despite my
prayers and fond wishes,
The soul must go through several re-births,
To absolve itself from all debts on this earth!
And those who committed acts of violence,
Must take re-birth to meet such an end!
It is indeed a reassuring and comforting thought,
That crime never goes unpunished in the eyes of
God!
Now what happens to all our courts of laws,
With hanging and life imprisonments galore? !
For the same offence you cannot punish a man
twice!
Do the advocates of ‘re-birth’ listen to such
advice?
Despite whatever has been said in re-birth’s
defense,
I have always prayed for Moksha without giving
offence!
My the Gods make my soul truly free, -
And if the soul must suffer re-birth, -
Well, let it not be me!
-Raj Nandy
03 Jun 09
New Delhi
(Though written in a lighter vein, many a true word
is spoken in a jest!)
Joy Of Seasons
At an informal get together,
When you find yourself
In the midst of strangers,
You invariably talk about the weather.
Oh yes, Delhi has extremes,
In unison all exclaim.
We are forever trying to acclimatise
It’s just too much, they proclaim.
Well I won’t live anywhere but in the plains of north,
Nature’s bounty all the year round.
Mangoes, juicy melons and amrood,
Keenu, raspberries and shehtoot,
Tickle the taste buds with their distinct flavour,
And the variety in colours and flowers,
I find too enchanting for words.
Cool chiffons, crisp cottons, and sensuous silks,
Help me reinvent a new me every few weeks.
I love the feel of different textures and above all,
Change the colour palette as the mercury rises and falls.
I have lived in Chennai, Mumbai
And other parts of our vast country, ,
But I always missed Delhi
Despite its muggy weather in rains
Dust storms, heat and cold waves
It is forever springing a surprise,
I love its capricious moods and coquetry.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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