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Pink Pink Pink


Pink- Pink- Pink- Every peak has its own attractions, Like the mountains, The mounts of a woman, Have always remained, Her pride possessions. 01 It has the charms, More intoxicating than wine, As it reveals the beauty, Of a woman's alluring binds. 02 These mounts gives, The wings of imagination and colors, In the mind of an artist, And they arise the passion, In lovers mind.03 Their rise and fall, Has shaken great empires, Under their cool and peaceful shade, The dreams of a child form shapes. 04 Its serenity has given birth, To most pious and holy figures on Earth, And their warmth have shaped the dreams, Of many powerful kingdoms on Earth.05 They feed life giving milk, To every new born light, Every time they laugh and cry, These lofty mounts, Help in forming shapes, When the child begins its story. 06 But these pride possessions, Of a woman, These lofty inspirations, Of Poets, Writers and Artists, These magical charms Which often become more attractive, Than the face of a woman, Are facing, A wide spread pollution,* Which is the unwanted gift of Modern living and They are also the gifts, Of worst living habits, Adopted by thousands, and millions of woman, As they fall prey, Before the charms, And shows of modern generation. 07 Many such wonderful women, Who are in the grip of this pollution,* Have brought this curse on them, Mostly because, Of their own follies and errors. 08 Many such suffering women, Can really get rid of, From the curse of this pollution,* If only they can show, The courage to adopt, The natural way, Of living and breathing, Possible under the boon like shade, Of real Yoga. 09 The reasons, Of the distortions,* Of their pink pink ribbons, Are mainly the results, Of their own creations, And these results, Are not something, For which, One should blame, The destiny or God every time. 10 Some of the serious reasons are, Not caring rightly, For one’s own pride possessions, And the lack of, Physical manipulations. Not keeping, A cool and calm mind, And eating, From morning till night, All the junk foods and wine. 11 And working, Beyond all time limits, While stressing, your peaceful mind. 12 Running and more running To catch others, So that you may not leg behind. 13 And madly crying, For more and more wealth, Even if you have sufficient, For your life time. 14 Are the reasons, Which invite the pollution,* To sow its rotten seeds, To spoil, The enchanting valley, Which exists, Amid the mounts of, Pink pink flowers. 15 The pollution,* Can still be derived out, With the little practice of Yoga, But it remains untouched, And unsung about, By most of the modern women. 16 These otherwise elegant women, Regularly face the problems, Of distress, Lack of peace, And sound sleep. Which ultimately take away, Their happiness, And coolness of mind, Resulting in strengthening more, The un sprouted seeds of pollution.* 17 Still it is not too late, If they can only change, Their life styles, Their eating and drinking habits, And adopt from today, The way of natural living, By adopting, The boon like Yoga. 18 As the practice of Yoga, Not only add years to your life, But life to your years, as well. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 15th Nov. 2012 *Pollution- The other name of Cancer. Those who want to share their views on My above Poem may write to me on my yahoo mail id: kapoor_skk@yahoo.com I would welcome your brief comments and if possible I will reply you. Thanking you in anticipation. Ravindra K Kapoor Inspired by Poet Destroyer I am dedicating this Poem to all those women of the world, who are facing any such problem of Pollution* And to those also who are not facing it, so that their life my feel the joy of living under the blessings of Yoga. Ravindra
TO OVERCOME OR TO TAKE PRECAUTION ON THIS PROBLEM UP TO SOME EXTENT- ONE CAN START WITH ANY ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR ALL FIVE OF THE SIMPLE YOGA EXERCISES I HAVE GIVEN IN MY ‘YOGA IN POEM’ SERIES 1 TO 5 ON POETRY SOUP IT- SELF. YOUR COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=490745 IMPORTANT NOTE: The best effects of Yoga can only be obtained if it includes the main exercises of essential ‘PRANAYAMA’ otherwise it wouldn’t yield the desired results and PRANYAM should be learn properly first. Ravindra K Kapoor


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The Magic of September Wind

 
The Magic of September Wind The cool soothing breeze, Which blows today, Shall not be the same, Touching my heart tomorrow. The night Moon which peeps, From behind the moving clouds, Shall be telling, A different story tomorrow. The stars which appears to be, Singing a Song, When the cool wind touches, May not twinkle with a smile tomorrow. The alluring clouds, Which moves and swings in the sky, With the dancing leaves and trees, Will be forming some new shapes tomorrow. The butterflies and birds, Which sings a joyous song, To welcome the blooming flowers and wind, May not be spreading their wings tomorrow. The Rainbow which has opened, Gateway of colors to invite and welcome, The migrating birds of September, May not be visible even after Rains tomorrow. All that moves and fills my heart, With the beauty of Nature and the magic of Love, May be pleasing some other eyes, And it wouldn't be called mine tomorrow. But the joy and love they have given to me, While enchanting my mind and heart, Will never vanish from the thoughts of my mind, and It would remain there as a Song for today and tomorrow. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th September 2012


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Pleasures of Moving on Moon

Pleasures of Moving on Moon


You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.

Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love, 
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.

For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.

While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.

Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth, 
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.

Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010

•	Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet 
•	Purnamasi.      The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
•	Taj.                  Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.


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Song Dedicated to Rape Victim of Delhi


 
A Song If this is My Country.. This Song is dedicated to the brutal Rape victim of Delhi and it’s a message for My Countrymen. The Original song is in Hindi on You Tube with Song Lines Text in English. The Song contains many situations universal and of concern of many counties of the world. The Photos used in the Song too conveys some message and I hope my friends on Poetry Soup would let me have their opinion. The original Song can be viewed on my You Tube channel or through following URL http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJmf2pb0iP4&feature=player_detailpage A Song If this is My Country.. Part 1 If this is my country It is yours also Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 01 The dreams which we had seen To make this country A land, dearest to everyone On Earth.02 Those dreams are weeping And crying, Whenever they see You or me. 03 Is this the way To make a new world for us By nipping and crushing The dreams and expectations Of each and everyone. 04 By making the poor innocent children As street baggers What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. 05 If this is my country It is yours also Then why the woman’s respect Is looted everyday on its soil. 06 Is the man of today is so helpless That those who rob the respect of women Are set free every day, So that, they may rob again What an India of my dreams You have made O’ makers. Then why you are making Such a condition of this land. 07 You and Me both have born on this soil And on its soil only We would part our last breath. 08 After centuries of long struggles We had received back Our Garden And After great difficulties We had started seeing Some blooming. 09 We could have made it again A garden full of flowers A garden on which All the seasons Would spread their splendors. 10 But what you have made Of our montherland A story on which The world would only laugh. Ravindra Kanpur India 07th Jan. 2013 Dedication This Song is dedicated to that Bold Girl Rape Victim of Delhi Who has sacrificed her life So that Other Rape Victims Of India May be saved. Ravindra My Channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1" When Rapes are increasing like a viral disease it is time we should find out the reasons, which are creating an atmosphere of such crimes against women all over the world. It may be a serious problem right now for countries like India but the day is not far off when, when those who are creating such viral through internet would be the worst suffers. My Poem and Video on You Tube on this problem is a very small effort in that direction….Ravindra K Kapoor Protected under the Copy Rights provisions of Poetry Soup.


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O' Jealousy

O’ Jealousy SORRY FOR THE BROKEN LINES- EACH SINGLE LINE ENDS WITH A COMMA. O’ Jealousy how wonderful You are, You sow the seeds of hatred, So deep, Often even, In an innocent heart, That friendship, love and sympathy, Began to seize slowly, By the charm of your tempting arts. You create doubts, To watering the plants of hatred, Which slowly grows, On the fertile land of mind, But soon, Its roots began to find, Their pores, In the soft corner of hearts, And then one day, It takes into its clutches, Even the most liberal part of our hearts. I salute thee, O’ Jealousy, As you live in every heart, And began to show your colors, Irrespective of age, regions and bars, In every land of this Earth, Even high in the sky and the heaven, You live and bloom in every season, You move from one end to another, So swiftly and so fast, Without the formalities, Of any permission, And without the need of any pass, No sky can limit your boundaries, No heart can torn you apart. No one in the entire universe, Has the power to make you stop, Sooner or later we all succumbs, In the traps of your alluring arts, How beautiful and catching, You weave a story, To trap the poor hearts, How magnificently you wait, For the prey to play in your hands, And to see its great fall, While singing the same tune and songs, Which you have weaved, Through your master craftsmanship, For the poor soul and hearts. For this reason, I salute you, O’ most beautiful jealously, As you are a beloved, Of everyone’s heart. Please be merciful on me, And leave me without your shines, In my heart, In lieu of this, I promise to praise thee in my arts, O’ jealousy, how wonderful you are. Ravindra K Kapoor Kanpur India 30th Aug. 2014
Note: "THE BROKEN LINES MAY DEFORM THE POEM WHICH OFTEN HAPPENS WHILE PLACING THE POEM ON POETRY SOUP" Hope this technical problem would be checked by the Poetry Soup Team. Ravindra K Kapoor 31st Aug. 2014


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Yoga in Poem - A novel Approach 01 of Many


Yoga in Poem - A novel attempt 01/ Many YOGA is a priceless gift given by great ancient Indian saints for every human being through Vedas. I am trying to bring one step each week before all my known and unknown friends of Poetry Soup and for other viewers for a glimpse of this treasure of India, which in fact is a gift of Good Health for the entire humanity. Ravindra Meditation Step 01 Meditation remains The essence of healthy living And the most precious Gift given to humans By the Almighty God. We think and think And puzzle our mind With ideas and emotions With worries and Irrelevant thoughts. This goes on in our minds Ever since we find that We have grown-up To know and understand And to behave with The world. But unfortunately From that very time We unknowingly start Worrying also and Sometimes Not only during daytime But even When we are in sleep. This never ending Row of worries and worries only Sometimes for reasons And often without a season Have become a habit To lament On what we have and More on, What we do not have. This constant Lamentation and pondering Brings and form shape A Free Gift for all of us In the form of slow poisoning Which we inhale and drink Every day and every moment When we breathe and talk When we love or walk When we behave and misbehave When we are in a haste and Even when We lie on a cot Or when we fight Without a cause. This constant thinking and Worrying Slowly destroy everything Good and great in our heart Given by the Almighty God. But meditation and Yoga Can restore What we often unknowingly Just throw away By our day and night worrying Which continues When we go to sleep or Are busy in accomplishing our tasks. Meditation and Yoga Can restore What we often unknowingly Have lost By our worries While sleeping and even while Accomplishing our tasks With a gift of better and healthy life. Ravindra Kanpur India 4rd /6th July 2013 To be continued …… NOTE: The series which I am starting today is also a gift for all American friends on their Great of Independence 4th July. My Greetings for all of you. With best wishes…Ravindra
Benefits of Meditation can be seen and noted on the following webpage. http://www.ineedmotivation.com/blog/2008/05/100-benefits-of-meditation/


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The Mulberry Tree And Its Birds Part Two

A GIFT FOR EVERYONE ESPECIALLY FOR CHILDREN The Mulberry Tree & its Birds IMPORTANT NOTE: Now watch a short Video film made by me (placed on my Music Channel on You Tube) based on this Poetic story and enjoy a Great Secret revealed in this short Video Film about India's grand past and about its prosperity and how it was stolen nearly 2500years ago. Use the following URL : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5dpe5_GRKE One day When Bulbul* was warbling On its branches A strange big bird with round beak Came over there To eat Mulberry’s sweet fruits The bird was expert In changing its colors Like the colorful sky But like some arrogant child She could not make anyone It’s friend on the Mulberry tree. By the time Anyone could have spotted its beauty It suddenly changed its colors And became invisible, Before others While hiding behind the leafs And the branches of the Mulberry Alone the bird came over there And alone she flew away Without any friend For some other tree. 10 Suddenly, The sparrows began to chirp Watching a Koyal* sitting Somewhere very close to them On a nearby branch of a tree. But, strangely, for all of them A Neelkanth* also Came over there And opened before them Its beautiful blue color wings. From where the Neelkanth came And for what destination, It would leave no one knows. Before the eyes Could have feasted fully All that, beauties of the Birds And the beauty, All around, the Mulberry tree A Yellow Green bird Came to drink, Water filled in a Pot Which was lying on my terrace, Not very far off From the Mulberry tree. 11 In those moments It seemed to me, As if, someone has opened A treasure Of precious, colorful birds For the tree. 12 The Shahtoot*, Used to play often The Music Of flapping sound, Of its leafs Whenever, the wind blows With, its strengths, While, touching the leafs And shaking its branches While saying slowly In the ears of the Mulberry “Dear Shahtoot – Create Music in the air” So that, we may dance together On the tunes of the wind. 13 And then the Mulberry Began to show Its beautiful dance On the tunes Of the fast blowing winds And watching that dancing beauty Of the Mulberry tree And the beauty Of its dancing leafs, The birds Often used to get filled With an unknown Happiness and joy But, sometimes The dance of the Mulberry tree Causes fear in birds And then they began to make Loud noises like crying To show their fear and anger. 14 But, when they were happy The birds began, to chirp loudly As if, They were greeting, the Mulberry For such a wonderful dance and music. 15 I used to get astonished and lost To see, Such an excellent beauty And grandeur of Nature Which, always reminds me My relations with you, O’ Shahtoot, which is as old, As are the days, of my childhood When we used to play Kilkil Kaantaa* On the lower branches, of your tree And my childhood friends Used to come like birds Searching the chalk lines Made by me, on your branches And cutting them To tell that they have found The treasure, hidden by me. 16 But, I always feel sad O’ my dear friend, Shahtoot That I could not save you From those onslaughts Due to which You just vanished, Suddenly one day For ever and forever. 17 Now, that place Where, the Mulberry used to smile Every Morning and every day Hardly get any birds To listen to, the melodies of Koyal* And the chirping sound And music of Bulbul* and of the sparrows. Even our, kids and children Of today Hardly get, any opportunity To see now colorful birds Flying and sitting On a branch of tree. They almost never see The Neelkanth* flying in the air While showing, it’s gorgeous Beautiful blue wings To tell the story of its birth O’ my dear friend Shahtoot*. 18 But, perhaps This Poem on you, O’ my friend ‘Shahtoot’ Would make you immortal For ever Because, now you would live In the hearts of everyone And you would bloom On the mind and hearts Of little kids and children Who would plant more and more Mulberry trees So that colorful birds may Keep coming on their trees And they may enjoy The beauty of Nature which lies In Plants, Trees, Birds And Animals. Such efforts of the Of kids and children Would make you immortal For ever and forever When they would listen to This story of yours And of the singing birds Which always come On your trees In the season of Mulberry. 19 Ravindra Kanpur India 10th November 2013 NOTE: Protected under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup and US copyrights. *Bulbul=A sweet singing Bird of India *Koyal= A melody Bird of India Shahtoot= The Hindi name of Mulberry tree and its fruits *Kilkil Kaantaa= Kilkil Kaantaa* A child game of India in which,one player makes some lines by chalk on any such object which can be searched by the other player to cut these lines and win. Note: In this Poem I have not placed only a small part of this unique story which would be the real attractions of my Video based on this unique story.Hope you would like that full wonderful story of my Video as and when it would be placed on my You Tube Channel. Love and best wishes..Ravindra K Kapoor


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The Mulberry Tree And its Birds One of Two

A GIFT FOR EVERYONE ESPECIALLY FOR CHILDREN BASED ON A TRUE STORY IMPORTANT NOTE: Now watch a short Video film made by me (placed on my Music Channel on You Tube) based on this Poetic story and enjoy a Great Secret revealed in this short Video Film about India's grand past and about its prosperity and how it was stolen nearly 2500years ago. Use the following URL : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5dpe5_GRKE The Mulberry Tree & its Birds My Mulberry tree, in its season Used to get loaded With its sweet, Mulberry fruits. To eat these sweet fruits Birds of different colors and species From even far off places Used to come to eat And to play, on its branches. Watching these lovely birds When they eat Its sweet fruits and play Was a joy for the Mulberry Which can, only be felt If you ever see the Mulberry When it is loaded With its fruits and birds In the, season of Shahtoot* . 01 The birds, used to come To stretch, their colorful wings Sometimes, to show their beauty And sometimes, to show their Their affection for the tree, But, when they were In the company, of their friends And soul mates They used to sing, some lovely songs For the Mulberry tree. 02 Seasons come and seasons go The buds of yesterday, becomes A blooming flower of today As, life keep rolling With the change of time But even, in the season of Fast blowing winds The Mulberry tree remains Spreading, its smiles, Like, an innocent child. 03 Only, in the season of falls When it use to shed its leafs The tree, Becomes, sad and lonely For a while. 04 But soon again, the tree Becomes happy and smiling When, birds return And come, to Joy fully play On its, thick and thin branches The game of love and affection While singing, their songs In praise, of the Mulberry tree. 05 Hearing those Lovely sweet voices and Singing of different birds Seems very familiar sometimes But sometimes, They seem so alien To me. 06 It was not easy to understand What, these birds say and sing In their sweet lovely language and words But one thing was clear That they used to tell, The Mulberry tree That they would come again soon To eat, its sweet fruits And to sing songs For that lovely Shahtoot* Full of fruits. 07 Today, while searching and looking Towards that side of the sky Where, the Mulberry tree Used to spread, its smiles Every morning and everyday The birds find only, A blank space in the sky And they go away Sadly from there To some other place In search of a New Mulberry tree. Those colorful birds, Who used to show their presence While, playing and jumping Up and down, when they skip On the branches, Of the Mulberry tree While singing Their sweet lovely Songs, Have almost fled away For some unknown place Forever and forever. 08 Those birds Often, used to get lost In their sweet singing voices And lovely notes Which were very dear To their soul mates . 09 Ravindra Kanpur India 1st November 2013 NOTE: Protected under the copyright provisions of Poetry Soup and US copyrights. To be concluded in 2nd * Shahtoot = Mulberry


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A Poem for My Distant Friend PD


A Poem for My Distant Friend PD This Poem is dedicated to Poet Destroyer PD Inspired by Linda-Marie SH of Poetry Soup A Poem for My Distant Friend PD What gift, I should send to you? My distant friend, Which can fill your heart, With Joy and Happiness, Like sweet mid summer Rains, Which would fill you, With the fragrance, which comes, From the first drop of Rains, When it falls on the heated soil, and Splashes as An intoxicating fragrance To keep you Happy Without sorrows and pains. I am trying to give a shape to my gift, With my words only, The moment you would read it, Sound and Music, Will come to your mind and Colors too would emerge As clouds emerges Every now and then. The moment you would see, These words and lines, Coming from a distant friend and A place not much known, A strange happiness, Would fill your heart My dear Poet friend. Ravindra Kanpur India 3rd Oct. 2012


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Lines Life and our Faith in God

Lines Life and our Faith in God


Is it possible to divide lines?
Which are of numerous types and kinds,
Like life, which always appear in different,
Forms, colors, shapes and types.

But when all these types and kind of lines disappears,
Covering the sheet of darkness,
What is left is only a tiny dot,
Which has no end and has no beginning.

From a tiny dot only life and every thing began one day,
And in a tiny dot every thing would vanish one day,
Leaving no lines of any kind bold or thin,
On the sands of time,
What would ultimately be left, as the last impression,
Would only be a tiny dot, much smaller than the rolling tears of eyes.

The Universe also started from a dot,
Even all universes and galaxies, stars and planets,
Started from a dot created by God,
And every thing ultimately would vanish,
One day in the darkness of a dot, like black hole,
About which we almost know nothing,
Except that every thing including the earth, planets, stars,
Even our body and mind and its high rising aims and ambitions
Would ultimately get lost in the magnetic darkness of the 
Black hole, which is nothing but another form of a dot.

The creative and destructive power of the dot,
Is right before us in the form of a computer,
Which builds, learns and teaches every thing,
Starting and ending from tiny tiny dots,
And places before us humans and nature,
Animals and creatures, in their true forms, except
They do not breathe, love and hate like humans.

But humans are close to create a new dot,
Tomorrow it would breathe and talk, 
It would think and walk and may also love and hate
And may be, it would start creating,
New types of humans and may start thinking himself one day,
As our new Creator or a new God.

I pondered, wondered and imagined,
What would happen, when this new God,
Would have a small amount of some power in his hand
And may become a new God for those,
Who do not believe in our faith and in our Almighty God,
As even a small amount of the power of creation and destruction,
May blind the weak humans to start thinking himself as the new God.

In such a situation, all lines of all types may disappear
For ever from us, which has so far, 
Saved us from the total disappearance of our existence,
And has brought up like a child in every religion and faith,
So that we may flourish and bloom like his Nature
And may adore Him as,
Our faith or God or as our strong and bold Dot,
Which always loves us a lot.


Ravindra


Kanpur India     13th June 2006




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