Best Kapoor Poems
A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 2
I was again charmed
By the singing of Koyal’s song
As the Koyal was still singing her “Kuhoo kuhoo”
In her full throated ease with her melodious sweetness
Perhaps this immortal bird is singing
Like this, since thousands and thousands of years,
Sometimes enjoying the lush green Nature
All around her and sometimes
In the company of only few trees and
some humans like me and others. 07
.
The melodious voice of the bird reminded me
My mother’s expertise in singing and
In playing the musical instrument like Harmonium and Violin
Perhaps she had developed these
To forget the pains of her life and other sufferings
Due to my father’s too much involvement in freedom struggle and
The loneliness in which she was taking care,
of my grandfather, mother and other family members
Although, all these silent sacrifices made her a unique woman of her time
Who was blessed with the simplicity of life and
her ardent love and care for her family members and her husband. 08
.
Her sacrifices for the country’s freedom struggle,
for which she had devoted many younger years of her life,
While working with Late Kamla Nehru*
And doing the work of social upliftment
To awaken and improve the dirty slums of Allahabad* around 1930’s
Made her a woman of outstanding courage and strength. 09
* Kamla Nehru was the wife of Ist Prime Minister of India
*Now Allahabad is renamed as Prayagraj as it was in 1575.
.
My late mother did many sacrifices for her country’s freedom struggle,
as a true-life partner of her husband
While working with Late Kamla Nehru* in Allahabad
She worked to light up the torch of freedom struggle,
In the hearts of illiterate and untouchable of those days
With whom no one used to talk in that era,
what to say of sitting with them,
educating them and even touching them sometimes,
when these poor people were sick
Doing all these things was almost impossible,
in the Hindu society of those days
These people for whom, she worked were in the most depilated condition,
in my country of those days of India, around 1930’s. 10
.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 12th May 2019 Please see Last two paras as concluded in Part 3
Categories:
kapoor, inspirational, mother, mothers day,
Form:
Free verse
Concluded
A Poem as a Tribute on Mother's Day Part 3 concluded.
.
My mother Late Rajrani Kapoor devoted her whole life,
for the love and care of her husband,
My most wonderful father (Late Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor)
Who had given her more pains of separations,
then the flowers of happiness as life companion,
As my father had sacrificed even his studies and
other comforts of life
For the sake of India’s freedom struggle
On the call of Mahatma Gandhi. 11
.
Suddenly I heard as if, the Koyal had left
That tree shade and had flew away
to some other tree
To continue her melody but
Without leaving any mark of her,
wonderful singing on the tree or anywhere
I realized that, no epitaph would ever be made
In the honour of
Such wonderful songs of Koyal
Similarly, no epitaph would ever be made
For all such wonderful freedom struggle workers
Like my mother,
Who silently contributed the best possible for her
For the sake of her motherland. 12
Ravindra K Kapoor
12th may 2019
Categories:
kapoor, inspirational, mother, mothers day,
Form:
Free verse
A short Poem as
A Tribute to My Lost Wife.
Countless voices and memories
May get foggy or dim
By the flow of time stream,
But where do they get erased,
From the continuous petals of mind,
What to say of friends, even life partners,
Get lost, while walking on the path of life,
But, their images and figures,
On the petals of mind,
Continue to spread their fragrance,
Till we breath and live in this world,
To inspires us to fight, the darkness all around
To support those, who are losing courage and hopes
This is the mantra of life
I got it from my lost loved ones and
from my lost wife Shashi.
.
Even if, rocks become obstacles,
To destroy into pieces,
All the bright figures and shapes,
Want to lay rope to bind,
To bind the stream of art and writing,
Which has immense power and force,
But where has anyone stopped
The flow and current of a powerful river
Or has closed in his fist
The beautiful fragrance flowing in the air.
Ravindra K Kapoor
New Raipur India 17 07 2020
* On this day I lost my wife in 2017.
Categories:
kapoor, international, memory, tribute,
Form:
Free verse
BEFORE THE TECHNOLOGY TOOK OVER.
How beautiful were those days
When tech had not touched us
To spoil our minds and hearts
When life was simple and plain
And ambitions too were not very rosy.
When poetry music and art
Use to inspire us to touch the sky
On the wings of our imagination
As then our dreams too were simple
And love use to empower our hearts
To swim across any deep ocean
While singing the songs of love.
When television had not snatched
Our leisure hours from everyone of us
And we use to dance and sing
On the call of heart touching tunes.
When mobiles had not spoiled our minds
While snatching from us,
Our peace of mind
When computers were a remote cry
And internet had not ruined the purity of minds.
When as children we use to enjoy the life
While playing the Gend Tadi* (throw balls)
Or even the Gilli Danda*
As they all use to fill us with a serene joy
Which the new technology has snatched
From our kids and younger generations.
How beautiful were those days
When we use to enjoy the company
Of human minds and hearts
Unlike the numerous appliances
Which we keep close to our hearts
instead of love, music and friendship.
The new generation would never know
The beauty of those precious joyous moments
Which used to embrace our hearts
And were the result of love and affection
Which always come from non tech things.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpir India 29th Oct. 2016
Inspired poem from a Photo published by Julia Ward on face book.
* Indian village simple games which are played with the help of a rubber ball and two wooden made Gilli two side conical small rod and Danda ( a little bigger rod).
Categories:
kapoor, technology,
Form:
Free verse
The Magic of September Wind
IMPORTANT NOTE: I have changed this Poem into a love Song with some changes
here and there and soon you can hear this Song on my music channel on You Tube RavindraKK1 or on my Radio Jango's 'Ravindra K Kapoor Radio'
Or use (copy & paste) the
URL: http://www.jango.com/music/Ravindra+K+Kapoor/Tomorrow
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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Categories:
kapoor, inspirational, magic, nature, september,
Form:
Rhyme
The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel
The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha.
When first time I looked
At the Wooden Charkha*
With a child’s curiosity to know,
What it was?
I had seen it
Without caring and knowing much,
What actually the thing was?
For me in my childhood days,
It was then
Just a toy like instrument with wooden wheels
Equipped with some simple mechanism
To move a wheel from one hand
And to take out the yarn
On the wheels of the Charkha
From the other
Emerging like a never ending rope
Resembling the heavenly figures
Which attracts the viewers
In all the classic works of art.
To me in those moments
The making of the yarn on a Charkha
Was like coming out of a magical thing
From the white cotton lovely small bales
From which the Charkha was
Pulling the threads
And twisting the thin yarns
To make to make it a stronger weaving yarn.
The outcome was astonishing
In the form of cotton yarn
Which the spinner produces
On the wheels of any Charkha
By his soft and simple hands
It was a thing which would have fascinated
Any child and even the grownups
In those days
When the treasure of knowledge
Was not so easily available
By clicking a button or moving a mouse
And simple things used to give us
The most delicious pleasures of life
Which we try to find and keep searching
In every possible places today
With the help of innumerable
Search engines.
I had very little idea in my early childhood
How a fabric was made from cotton tree
And what it was
That we know as cotton
Which ultimately gives us
The most fascinating comfort and pleasure
In the form of our soft and sweet
Lovely dresses.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 24th May 2015
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Categories:
kapoor, dedication,
Form:
Free verse
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
Categories:
kapoor, jealousy, universe,
Form:
Free verse
NOTE: I have placed this Poem as a Video Poem also on
http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/profile.php?id=100001219732381
[ This Poem is dedicated to Freedom of Expression
and Tibetan Dharma Guru Shri Dalai Lama to support
his struggle for the cause of Freedom of Expression ]
IMP. NOTE: Now the Poem cum Song "Take Me Away but..."can be heard on my Radio Air Play Radio Station of Radio Jango.com in 'Ravindra K kapoor Radio'
Take me away but I promise to sing a Song
Take me away from such a place,
Where feelings and emotions,
cannot be freely expressed.
Where new thoughts and ideas are crushed,
By the rod of power and corrupts.
Where mind do not get the opportunity to reveal,
its vast sea of beauty and varying colors.
Where love never flies freely in the sky,
while touching the unexplored lofty heights, and
wings of Poetry are nipped in the buds,
before they bloom and spread their smiles.
Where wind do not flow,
while touching the flowers and buds,
Where the butterflies do not have the freedom,
to show their varying moods and colors.
Where faiths have lost their grandeurs and glow, and
shrines are converted into suffocating barracks.
Where love has lost its magic of moving a heart,
to sing a song and dance on the call of its soul,
Where a vast sea of humans live,
without the freedom of expression.
Take me away from such a land and place,
Where people live in chains under iron curtains.
I promise I will come back to this land one day,
when the breeze will flow freely touching every heart,
When its people will have the freedom to fly on their wings,
I promise I will come back, to such a place one day,
When animals too would move without fear in their hearts, and
birds would be free to fly anywhere in the sky.
When the morning dew would greet the new rising Sun,
By glittering without fear, its silver and golden beams,
When flowers and buds would freely spread,
their alluring wings and fragrance in the air.
When the human mind would be free to explore and express,
its ideas and colors on the canvas of paper.
I promise I will come to such a land one day,
to Sing the song of joy and mirth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 27th Aug. 2011
Categories:
kapoor, freedom, imagination, inspirational, lost,
Form:
Free verse
The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel 2
The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha
Part 3
The rapidly emerging new discoveries
Were influencing and enchanting
The ever thirsty mind and hearts
Of every adventure lover.
The entire Europe and the remaining world
Of that Era
Almost became crazy
After watching and witnessing
The new magic’s
Of that wonderful thirteenth century
Glued with the stunning new discoveries
Which was appearing one after another
Bewildering everyone of that age.
New stories of love and adventures were appearing
With new amazing attractions and lore’s
Which always enchants the human mind
Like the islands of amazements and hope
Inviting the adventurers and young lovers
To come and see, to enjoy and relish
A totally new more intoxicating and elegant
But untouched wine
Of the unexplored East. …
Stories about of these unknown lands
Had already reached and stimulated
The young throbbing mind and hearts
Of the new young voyagers and lovers
Who were keen to go and bring with them
An entire new world
For their sweet hearts and beloved’s.
Many voyagers were ready
With their long cherished longings and dreams
Which had in them
The hidden untold desires and ambitions
Equipped with God gifted muscle powers
To mold anything and above all
They had the bold and strong determinations
To throw themselves and their ships
On the waves of the vast unlimited
And unexplored oceans
Without caring for the sea storms and
High rising waves.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 9th June 2015
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Categories:
kapoor, clothes, inspirational,
Form:
Free verse
NOTE: In response to this Poem I have received a surprising pleasant letter from President Obama today 5th March 2015 itself. To see that please visit my Blog on PS of 5th March 2015
or use following URL:
http://www.poetrysoup.com/poetry_blogs/blog_detail.aspx?BlogID=26299&PoetID=17041
You Have Touched Our Hearts Mr. President
Thank You Mr. President
And the First Lady
For Your Visit to India
On Our Republic Day 26th Jan.
In This Visit
And Specially in Your Last Day's Magnificent Speech
You Have Touched The Hearts Of Every Indian.
Together US & INDIA
CAN SOLVE
WORLD'S MANY DRASTIC PROBLEMS
WHILE BRINGING PEACE AND PROSPERITY
FOR INDIA & US
AND FOR THE REST OF THE WORLD.
IF YOU GO THROUGH MY POEM Dated 4th July 2011-
'GREETINGS TO USA FROM INDIA'
YOU WOULD KNOW
THAT WE HAVE AN OPEN HEART
TO MAKE YOU
(UNITED STATES)
OUR BEST FRIEND AND PARTNER
FOR THE LAST MANY DECADES.
THANK YOU ONCE AGAIN
FOR ACKNOWLEDGING THIS
MR. PRESIDENT
WE CAN WORK TOGETHER
TO MAKE THIS WORLD
A MORE BEAUTIFUL AND BETTER PLACE
TO LIVE AND LOVE.
BON VOYAGE
TO BOTH OF YOU MR. PRESIDENT.
On behalf of millions and millions
Of people of India.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India27th Jan. 2015
Presidents and Prime Ministers keep coming and going in every country of the world. Often without leaving any impressions on the minds and hearts of that country's people, but you are different Mr. President. By your simplicity and graceful expressions you have created Magical effects and impressions on the minds and hearts of my countrymen. For which we feel honored and sincerely thank you Mr. President and the first lady Michelle Obama for your visit on our Republic Day 26th Jan. 2015. We are also thankful to our dear Prime Minister Mr. Modi, who invited you for this historic visit.
Categories:
kapoor, friendship,
Form:
Free verse
The Calamity of Nepal Part 2 Concluded
The crisis of Nepal is not only the result
Of manmade deeds and erratic constructions
Of erecting unplanned houses and roads
Creating illegal buildings and dams
And erecting high mountain reservoirs
On ocean like river Brahmaputra. 08
All these and many other
Horrible acts
Of changing or removing the mountain peaks
For roads, rails and for
Making concrete jungles
Without caring that
It is the most sensitive area of Earth
Where two giant Earth plates
Meet regularly almost everyday
Not for making gossips
But for making their kind of Love
Where, they often collide with each other
To determine, who has lost and who has won
These forces create
Havocs like the one we are witnessing in Nepal
They do it to take revenge
For the cruelties
Done by humans with the Nature
And with the mother earth. 09
The Earthquake is also the result
Of hollowing the heart of Himalaya
For making tunnels after tunnels and rails
For mining the hills and
Deforesting the green valleys
Removing forests after forests
For illegal mining and for erecting dams
For these reasons perhaps
The Earthquakes has hit Nepal and India both
But in Nepal it has done the worst
In spite of being affected by this crisis too
India is trying its best to help the people of Nepal
And now there are many other countries
Trying and helping the people of Nepal
Like a true good neighbor and well wisher. 10
All that is needed
In the hour of this terrible crisis
Is that we all should try to help
The people of Nepal
Treating them like our own
Next door neighbors and friends
For which every faith and religion
Always inspires us. 11
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 30th April 2015
Categories:
kapoor, analogy, earth, natural disasters,
Form:
Free verse
Patradoot or The Messenger29 /Many
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor
Originally written in Hindi by my
Late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
These young boys and girls, were brought up,
By their parents, with great love and affection,
Now they are mad, in love for their motherland,
To show the splendors of their youthful energy.
They are ready even to sacrifice their heads,
What to say of body pains and tortures inflicted on them,
By seeing such fearlessness and energy of their youth,
Even the enemy gets ashamed of, dear letter.
Triloki was one of these young boys,
Who happily took bullets on his chest, dear letter,
And kept on moving ahead without withdrawing,
Keeping the dignity of our nation and Satyagraha.
DESCRIPTION OF MY CITY ALLAHABAD
You will find my beautiful city Allahabad,*
In an ecstasy and full of rapture, flowing in it’s air,
When you will move on its roads and streets,
Along with the Postman, dear letter.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 12th August 2010 to continue in 30
Clarifications:
* Allahabad Also know as Prayag or Triveni is the most ancient city
of India, where river Ganga and Yamuna now meets at
the holy place called Sangam.
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Patradoot in Hindi was originally written by my late father
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor around 1932, who was a freedom fighter.
He wrote Patradoot in Hindi, when he was kept in Faizabad Jail for quite
a long time. The Epic was written as a gift for my mother and it was
sent to her secretly from Faizabad Jail. He was imprisoned
by the British, as he was fighting for India's freedom
under the leadership of Mahatma Gandhi. He was imprisoned
many times during 1920 to 1947. After India’s
independence as a true follower of Gandhi Dr. Amar Nath
Kapoor left active politics and devoted rest of his life in
writing easy mass literature and wrote many Dramas,
Poetry books, epics. All his other literary
works were mainly written from 1955 to 1990.
He left this mortal world in 1994.
Categories:
kapoor, epicfather, city, father, freedom,
Form:
Free verse
The Clanking Chain of Wild Geese
I was watching the September sky every day,
With a hope to once again get a glance,
Of the clanking chains of those lovely wild geese,
That suddenly appears with their music melodies,
But quietly they disappear every year,
Like a Rainbow that comes and gets lost gradually.
No one knows when like a rainbow,
The wild geese would appear suddenly,
While changing their forms like clouds in the sky,
Mesmerizing our eyes for few seconds or more, and then,
Disappearing in the sky, like the dim vanishing evening.
The wild geese often appear in the sky,
Forming a shape like the garland of God,
And quickly changing shapes, like our emotions,
While moving in the sky like an arrow,
They sing the joyous songs of today, not tomorrow.
Forgetting the past and the future like an arrow,
Which keeps running, until it reaches its marrow,
The destination to pierce a heart,
They create either a joy or sorrow,
While singing a song of today, not tomorrow.
Oh, September sky I watch,wonder with ,
And hope to see them once again,
My childhood friends wild Geese,
Coming from north and vanishing in south,
Like my thoughts which arise and fall.
But this year, I did not see the winged necklaces of God,
Neither could I see a rainbow being formed,
Nor even hear their chorus like songs,
No clanking of wings, No music of their joys,
No rise and fall of images like thoughts,
No sounds and music touching my heart.
One day, I was stunned to hear,
The species of goose are in great danger,
Man has stolen many of even God’s necklaces,
The rainbow of birds and the grandeur of sky,
A great heritage of Nature is vanishing before our eyes.
Oh, my sweet friend,
Will I ever be able to see and hear you again?
When you would clank your wings, in the windless sky,
Creating a dance and music, on such lofty heights,
Where no musician can ever fly,
With a hope till I am here on this earth my friend,
I would keep waiting and watching
For you O wild Geese in the September sky.
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 1st Oct. 2010
Dedicated to my loving wife Dr. Shashi Kapoor, as a birthday gift for her
Birthday on 2nd Oct. who loves animals and birds more than any thing
Else.
Categories:
kapoor, imagination, music, naturemusic, hope,
Form:
Free verse
In Some Moments
Often nothing new and nothing old
Moves the heart and soul
The only thing
Which stir the mind
Is the Music I hear
While responding to my soul.
Have you heard this Music?
I am talking about
Which often began to come alive
And try to talk to our inner self
Even while I sit in pensive mood
Away from noises of the crowd
Away from many selfish attitudes.
I may be listening to the sounds
Of the falling leaves
Or maybe while watching the colorful sky
When poetry began to come alive
In many form and shapes.
In such moments even paintings and sculptures
Come close
To their often missing souls
When the human heart feel the touch of love
And began to overflow
With the ecstasy of a unique joy
Which cannot be described in any lore
Have you felt such moments?
If you have felt such feelings
In your sad and joyful mood
The feelings would have found a place
Somewhere in your thoughts
To form a Song of Love or a Poem
In your heart .
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 27th Oct. 2015
Categories:
kapoor, feelings,
Form:
Free verse
An instant Hindi Song with its English Version for Poetry Soup friends.
Hindi Lines in Roman English
"yoon to roj, baadal
bahut se aate hain
kabhee ud kar ye
kabhee yu heen chale jaate hain
kabhee barasate hain
saghan megh ban, kar ye
kabhee rang aur khusaboo se,
bikhar jaate hain.
Simate hote hain, inamen
teree bheenee see khusaboo ke
suhaane jhonke bhee
jo havaon ko bhee,
is fiza kee
mahaka jaate hain
par aate hain jab bhee
ye suhaane baadal
meree aankhon ko
nam karake jaate hain."
Song Lines in English
Every day, these clouds come and
They come in abundance,
Sometimes, they come flying and
they just go away,
Sometimes these clouds come
to shower their heavy rains,
But sometimes they spread only
Their fragrance and colours.
These clouds also contains
The gushes of your sweet pleasing fragrance,
Which diffuse the entire atmosphere
By the beauty of that mild aroma,
Which hangs everywhere.
Whenever
These beautiful clouds come
They fill my eyes
With some tears also.
Ravindra K Kapoor
14th Oct. 2019
This Instant song was written on 12th Oct, 2019 inspired by a colorful cloud photo I saw in face book.
face book URL-
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=2627095467341085&set=a.114474218603235&type=3&theater
Categories:
kapoor, song,
Form:
Nazm