Best Raj Poems
THE CHURCH AND THE GRAVEYARD
The Graveyard stood behind the Church,
Perhaps they are mysteriously compatible!
Through the front door of the Church you enter,
And with time, through the rear door you exit
and go ;
Forever mingling with Life’s eternal flow!
In the Church marriages are solemnized,
New born babies are christened and baptized.
Hymns and sermons are heard on Sabbath Days ,
And people kneel down in silence to pray.
Some to repent and confess ,
To seek salvation, and are blessed!
And when the older generation pass away ,
In the Graveyard behind, they are forever laid !
Yet amidst death, Life goes on......., -
With the peel of bells and chorus songs!
The world of the dead is surrounded by Life ,
Our younger generations live and thrive ;
For the Epitaph cannot bury Life’s song!!
Green grass grows around the dead,
And trees showers their flowers from overhead !
Bouquets of roses on cold marble slabs ;
A drop of tear the fond memory sheds,
In loss of the loved one, now in the world of
the dead!
While Life surges, swirls and flows all around,
As the dead lie in their graves in silence, -
without a sound!
New Life sprouts, and memories slowly fade….. ,
The Graveyard lies in the Church’s cool shade!
-By Raj Nandy, New Delhi .
Categories:
raj, religionlife, world, life,
Form:
Rhyme
THE BELLY DANCER
The sparkling dazzle of those chandeliers , -
Transformed the night into an endless day !
And underneath its ignited glow ,
The belly dancer's hips moved to-and-fro !
With her semi-veiled face and mesmerizing eyes ,
And the rhythmic quiver of those half-coverd breasts ;
Her belly button a vortex of tantalizing desire ,
Hypnotized all those welcomed guests !
The Oriental music raced their blood ,
And ignited the night with the heat of desire !
Who knows , before this night comes to an end , -
They all may be consumed in that eternal fire !
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
Categories:
raj, fantasynight, desire, night,
Form:
Rhyme
Walk Alone (Motherland)
By Rabindranath Tagore
Translation by Snehendu Kar
If no one listens to your call-
then you must walk on alone.
Move on alone, move on alone, and move on alone.
If no one speaks to you- oh, oh my hapless one,
If everyone turns the other way; if everyone is afraid,
Then open your heart and speak out your mind alone.
If everyone turns away, oh my hapless one,
If as you walk alone on a dark road
no one joins you on your journey,
Then you must crush the thorns on your path
with your bleeding feet and walk ahead alone.
If no one holds up a light, -oh my hapless one
if on a dark, stormy, and rainy night
everyone seeks refuge behind a closed door, -
then, with the flame from a roaring lightning
set your own ribcage on fire
and burn alone in that holy pyre
________________________
This poem was dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi as a homage
to his non-violent freedom struggle to win India’s freedom
from British Raj (Rule)
Categories:
raj, character, confidence, courage, inspirational,
Form:
Blank verse
Friends , while reading the History of the Incas , I came across the wonderous story of their
mail runners , the 'chasquis' ! Kindly read their story !
THE MAIL RUNNERS - ON THE INCA TRAIL !
(COURIER SERVICE)
The Inca Empire during their hey-days, *
Controlled a large Empire of an elongated
shape!
On the western coast of Latin America, -
All the way from parts of Ecuador and Colombia!
With parts of Brazil in the east;
Including Chile and Bolivia in the south and
south-east;
While the Pacific Ocean washed their long western
beach!
Where the great Andes range like a raised spine, -
appeared out of reach!
Yet on the central verge of this Andes’ range,
Was located their capital Cuzco with its grand
defence !
The Incas had no horses or wheels to facilitate
communication,
But had an efficient courier service within their
nation!
They relied entirely on their ‘chasquis’, - those
valiant mail runners,
For sending messages within the Inca Empire!
These runners ran on that historic ‘Inca Trail’,
Crossing gorges(pogos) and mountain tracks, -
before night fell!
And rested at ‘tambos’** during their segmented
race!
Those Incas had no written scripts those days,
And used knots in ropes as coded messages!
These ‘quipus’ at relay stations changed hands,
While their runners took them to the remotes corners
of Inca land!
Their suspension bridges with ropes indigenously
made,
Formed their roadways as their Empire spread!
And those bridges were maintained every year,
By villagers rendering public service to the Inca
Empire!
Those valiant runners could run in a day, -
A distance of 250 miles , as experts say !
And could put to shame the Marathon runners
of our day!
I salute those sturdy Incas for their unique stone
architectures,
Who honored their Gods and their ancestors!
Their ‘chasquis’, those valiant mail runners and
their nimble feet;
Without horses and wheels the Incas ruled a mighty
Empire complete !
-Raj Nandy
Notes :-
* During the fifteenth century Incas were at height of
their power!
**Tambos’= relay stations , for the Mail Runner (chasqui)
to rest and handover the ‘quipu’ containing coded
messages to the next runner - to follow the Inca Trail!
Thanks for reading ! - Raj Nandy
Categories:
raj, history
Form:
Verse
While writing about Machu Picchu the lost city of the INCAS , I thought about composing this
poem ! The INCAS around 1100 AD , worshipped the Sun and lived very close to Nature . In
this poem an Inca youth remembers his love with great fondness !
LOVE UNDER THE INCA SKY !
When I planted a kiss on you cherry lips ,
Those tender lips so innocent and pure ;
Between the tall bushes and slender trees ,
Gaining strenght to live and endure !
With your black lock's cascading flow ,
And your beauty all shining bright ;
When you anxiosly looked back to see ,
And hurried back with steps so light !
At night under the starry sky I think of
you as my guiding star !
Wth your laughter like the merry mountain
stream ,
You seem so near and yet so far !
I retire to bed with your happy thoughts ,
And think of the goodness of your heart ;
Of kissing you behind those bushes once
more ,
When our lips will lock never to part !
- Raj Nandy
New Delhi
Categories:
raj, lovelove, sky,
Form:
Rhyme
Ruminating over a golden era gone by and over possessiveness filled me with nostalgia
Ultimate luxury of vying for a car as well as owning a chauffeur driven one was
Sadly for the migrated rulers who ruled over another dynasty across oceans
The massive Ford drove into grandpa's driveway in the early forties
Exactly thirty years later it stood dark, forlorn, inviting rust under the banyan tree
Devoid of its master whose ashes were bestrewn within the old British Raj bungalow
Benign weather peeled off layers of its glossy makeup despite its bare upkeep; our
Undulating frustration as it drank too many gallons; moleskin upholstery on bucketed
Seats laid bare its withered ribs, spouting foul smell in rain and sun; the rolling
Tyres busted for the wheels didn't spin down the familiar roads along the hill; our
Eyes got sore at its lost lustre while we heaved deep sighs at its opulent maintenance
Divine providence intervened to refurbish the vintage for glorious view in the Museum
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*Migrated rulers refer to the British rule in India
Categories:
raj, absence, car, care, death,
Form:
Acrostic
Once upon a time there was a palace over a secluded hill
Where lived an Indian blooded ‘Rani’ (Queen) with an inky will
Equipped and armed with a resourceful screen
With the might of her pen, for revolution she would melodiously scream
Each time the ordinary would look up to the hill and see
The flames in her bosom passionately rising to create history
The lushest of Kings from neighbouring lands
Chose to ride for eons to witness the miracles of her resourceful hands
With faith and light, she ruled from land to shore
Glitches out of their virginity; all nipped to the core
Against all bitterness her love spread like the chimes of the Big Ben
To save rebellious souls, she would walk unarmed in to any lion’s den
The Savage, many times would plot for her 'Raj' (kingdom) to crumble away
Not possible! For this Royal tigress each night would humbly kneel and pray.
Categories:
raj, education, love,
Form:
Rhyme
**In this short poem I pay my tribute to all those gallant surf riders out there on the sea !
THE SURF RIDER !
See him riding gallantly the crest of
waves,
With dexterity and poise and flowing
grace!
With his wakeboard he rises to fall, -
to rise once more!
As the waves keep rolling towards the
shore.
Like those surfs the rider continues his
undulating dance,
Be it in England, in Spain or in France !
Riding high on waves as if in a trance!
He did take time to perfect his art,
Having loved the sea and the surf from the
start!
He lives in moments just like those waves,
Floating on their crests as the blood within
raves !
Those surf make music as they rise and
fall,
Where some surfs are short and others tall!
Like a philharmonic conductor par excellence,
He commands those waves with his skilful
presence!
Riding on Time’s moments is no mean art,
But like our surf rider one must make a
gallant start!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
Categories:
raj, adventuresea, sea,
Form:
Rhyme
Monah Kaur and Robert Kumar fled from London, came to ‘Hindustan’; tied the knot
The 'Singhs' stopped their songs and 'Kumars at no. 42' burnt their studio; this rebellion; they will forget not
A petite piece of land was gifted by Uncle Prem to mark their freedom
With much thought the newly wed called it Garden of Eden
They cleared the plot from crawling matters and built a woody farm house
Within a year, Monah gave birth to twins; Lisa died; Minnie who survived became quiet as a mouse
The air around still polluted in invasion and many cuffed in iron
The sun and moon fairer than in London but nothing seemed fine
The couple laboured and fostered peaches for Mr. Big Ben; returned home clad in blisters
Minnie cried; and cried; her parents had no time and she desired a couple of sisters
In financial distress the duo approached the heroic Farmer Bachan to assist his flock
Pleased with their dedication he gifted them a Peacock.
Minnie cried louder now, seeing this English present; she wasn’t a fan
Bachan who was fond of the child, sent her way, a young Indian Peahen
Minnie’s tears lost its way in the Ganges as the new birds found their click
Around Christmas added to the family was a cute hybrid Pea-chick
What adorable ‘chana’ like eyes had she!
Without delay, Minnie named her Chick pea
Eden now a 'Rangoli'; 'Ranisas' and 'Nawabs' soothed in ‘Masala’ tea
All engrossed in the lights and sweetness of Diwali; no attention paid to the growth of The Serpent on that Apple tree.
Those daffodils patented to Wordsworth, danced in the air
In its abode, the serpent watched Eden, what a scare!
One morning, Minnie fetched a Brown ladder to reach the tree which dazzled with rounds of juicy red
The ladder attacked and killed; the child returned home badly bitten, almost to eternal slumber she bled
Bachan’s sheep strayed to the road that was not to be taken, decreased from many to few
Eden cried for The Good Shepard; The Foreign Raj ruthlessly bottled native stew
Prayers were answered and on a Tiger came a Flying sheriff called ‘Shroff’
Bedecked in turfy ‘ceps’ and ‘pecs’; this essence fought in ‘huff & puoff’
Over time; in years almost equal to Tendulkar's century; the Serpent grew wicked miles
The gladiator fought till his last breath, excreting the treacherous reptile back to the British Isles
Categories:
raj, culture, grief, patriotic, war,
Form:
Rhyme
Mashallah mashallah
Woh oh ho..
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Ho..hey..
Ho..hey hey hey
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Rang tere ishq ka
Ghehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey..
Ho..hey..
Ho..hey hey hey
Yo habibi mashallah antashakala ajimullah
Yo habibi mashallah yashok aani miliaai hai
Yo habibi mashallah roofzabargat ganini
Badmanini badmanini badmanini taaliho
Jalta hai jal jaaye
Jalta hai jal jaaye
Pighal jaaye zamaana
Main tujhse tu mujhse
Bus itna fasaana
Teri yariyaan dildaariyan samjhaaniyan
Mili mila mujhe milana
Mashallah mashallah
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Mashallah mashallah
Arey sholon mein sharara hai
Taaron mein sitara
Kudrat ne fursat se
Banaya mera yaara
Teri chahatein meri raahatein
Hai ibaadatein
Tu mila mili mujhe khudaayi
Mashallah mashallah
Woh oh ho..
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Yo habibi mashallah antashakala ajimullah
Yo habibi mashallah yashok aani miliaai hai
Yo habibi mashallah roofzabargat ganini
Badmanini badmanini badmanini taaliho
Ho..hey..
Ho..hey hey hey
Mashallah mashallah
Chehra hai mashallah
Naino pe naino ka
Pehra hai mashallah
Tujhko ko churaaya hai
Paaya hai yeh jahaan
Yo habibi mashallah antashakala ajimullah
Yo habibi mashallah yashok aani miliaai hai
Yo habibi mashallah roofzabargat ganini
Badmanini badmanini badmanini taaliho
Ho.. hey..
Ho.. hey hey hey
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Mashallah Lyrics Details
Song Title: Mashallah
Music Director: Sajid Ali, Wajid Ali
Lyricist: Neelesh Misra
Singer(s): Wajid Ali, Shreya Ghosal
Song Duration (mm:ss): 04:46
Movie: Ek Tha Tiger (2012)
Starcast: Salman Khan, Katrina Kaif, Ranvir Shorey, Girish Karnad
Director: Kabir Khan
Producer: Aditya Chopra
Banner: Yash Raj Films
Release Date: August 15th 2012
For more details: Ek Tha Tiger Movie Page
If there are any mistakes in the Mashallah Lyrics from Ek Tha Tiger, please let us know by submitting the corrections in the comments section below.
Categories:
raj, adventure, tiger,
Form:
Concrete
Dear Friends , As a lover of pure Jazz , I had written this sincere tribute two years back !
Hope you will like it ? Thanks for reading !
MY TRIBUTE TO JAZZ MUSIC
I can feel its rhythm and beat,
And also its pulsating pain,
Its music flows freely, -
Through my arteries and veins!
Its beats always echoes,
Through the corridors of my mind,
As I get wafted, on the wings of time!
Its music gets synchronized,
With my heart’s muffled beats,
As I try to keep time, -
With the tapping of my feet!
Each of its pulsating rhythm,
And all its background chimes,
With syncopated lilts ,
Jazz remains harmonized!
The piano players dancing fingers,
Caresses a rhythmic sway,
While the Sax’s deep throated tenor,
Drives my loneliness away!
When I hear my old jazz music,
And those golden classic tunes,
I forget I am getting old,
To time I become immune !!
I begin to feel like the old King Cole,
As the music tingles my mind,
And rejuvenates my Soul!
- Raj Nandy
- New Delhi
Categories:
raj, musicold, music, music, old,
Form:
Rhyme
Dear Friends , Last year end , while reading about the Red Indian Tribes of America , I got
inspired to write this simple poem about the
Dream Catcher ! Hope you like it .
THE DREAM CATCHER : A RED INDIAN LEGEND !
(I)
The continent of North America during those
ancient times ,
Were inhabited by various Red Indian tribes .
The Delawares , the Mohawks , the Choctaws ,
The Dacotahs , the Omahas , the Blackeet ,
The Camanches , the Ojibways and the Apaches !
They inhabited the forest , the prairies , the marsh
lands ,
The great lakes , the mountains and the fen-lands !
They lived close to nature and honored their Gods ,
With the spirit of Nature all thing were fraught !
If we recall the story of MacKenna’s Gold ,
The ‘Shaking Rock’ and ‘Canyon del Oro’ ;
Of human greed - breeding death and sorrow !
Which in celluloid has often been told ,
None could take away that Apache gold !
( II )
Today I narrate a legend of the Chippawa tribe ,
Of their ‘magical net’ for a peaceful night !
An old medicine man of this tribe ,
Wove a magical net with gossamer strings ,
To catch the dreams as they float by !
He hung this net above the bed up high , -
To catch the dreams as they float by !
This wondrous net trapped all bad dreams ,
Letting the good ones pass through its netted
seams !
And as the bad dreams got entangled in the net ,
The good ones descended upon the sleeping bed !
So should you come across this magical net ,
Never argue about its price , -
Just buy the one of your bed size !
Then hang the net high above your bed ,
For there is nothing to be afraid !
Since dreams shall never ever cease ,
Have sweet dreams always , with a good
night’s sleep !
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
Categories:
raj, native americannature, red, america,
Form:
Narrative
A TRIBUTE TO ALAN DALE :
Prince Of Baritones
(1925 – 2002)
Long, long, ago, as the story goes,
A cherry tree had grown next to an
apple tree!
And underneath them a boy had met
his bride to be!
As he looked into her blue eyes, the
breeze began to blow,
And blossoms fell on their heads gently
so!
And as he held her tight, the branches of
both the trees got intertwined!
And ever since then it has been said,
On a full moon night, when young lovers
meet,
Under that Cherry and Apple Blossom tree,
One can hear Alan Dale the crooner’s voice,
singing, “ Cherry pink and apple blossom
white..”, -
Echoing through the moonlight night!
-Raj Nandy
NOTES:-
*Alan Dale, the Prince of Baritone of the
1950s, became popular for two of his all time
hits of 1955; ‘Sweet and Gentle’ and
‘Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White’!
The last three lines of his famous song, has
been modified by me as way of a compliment!
Born in Brooklyn, NY, his parents had migrated
from Italy. He had featured in TV reality shows &
movies with Bill Hailey and his Comets! After a Mafia
attack in 1958, his career went gradually on a back
slide! But his evergreen song survies!
** ALL COPYRIGHTS RESERVED BY RAJ NANDY**
Categories:
raj,
Form:
Rhyme
**Friends , breaking my composition into sections , due lenght restrictions **
Thales :The First Philosopher Scientist :-
Thales visited Egypt to study geometry ,
And also developed his unusual mathematical
ability !
Back in 585 BC he became very famous , -
By accurately predicting an eclipse of the sun !
Those early days of antiquity , had no clear
divisions between science and philosophy !
With philosophy , science , and mathematics , -
all were rolled into one ;
Thales became very renowned for his theorems !
One theorem stated that when you draw a triangle ,
Inside a semi-circle , it always had a right angle !
He was the first to introduce the process of
deduction , -
Deriving mathematical statements from logical
observations !
He was an exceptional man of antiquity ,
Much ahead of his time , - deserving publicity !
ANAXIMANDER (611-546 BC) :
Had introduced the sun-dial into Greece .
His treaties ‘On Nature’ was the first
philosophical work in Greek prose , -
Which the people of Greece had ever known !
For him the ‘arche’ was the ‘Boundless or
the Infinite’;
A space filling animate mass , a kind of
mysterious mixture ,
From which all things arose through
separation ,
Whose true nature he never described , -
Specifically or otherwise , in all his
deliberations !
ANAXIMENES (588-524 BC) :
A pupil of Anaximander - declared it was
air , mist or vapor ,
Which held the key to all reality forever !
From air all things arose through rarefaction
and condensation ;
Rarefied air into fire gets blown !
But when condensed it transformed into , -
Wind , cloud , water , earth and stone !
Man’s soul which is air , holds him together ,
So does the air which envelopes the earth -
sustaining all matter !
Since all changes are produced by motion ,
and motion being eternal ;
Further clarification he felt was not needed ,
and had nothing more to tell !
These Milesians with their innovative philosophy ,
Tried to seek a single explanation for the universe ,
and its multiplicity ! (To be continued with Pythagoras
of Samos next !) -Raj Nandy .
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Categories:
raj, historyearth, philosophy, science, universe,
Form:
Rhyme
“Ay up me duck” sed me dad to me mam,
“Ah'v gorr’us some cobs and some nice Walkers ham”;
“The market was manic” he continued to speak’,
“I popped up to Linekers' to get fruit for the week”;
He came into the room and sat down next to me,
while mam poured him a nice mug of fresh brewed tetley.
“I popped int'a the aye-cross on me way back”;
“Just to av a swift arf, you know, just for the craic”,
“'I was playin' the frootie and just mindin' me own”,
“While some nutter beyind me 'ad a raj down the phone”;
“Ee was gettin all mardy to 'is bird or 'is mate”,
“cause they'd sed Jamie Vardy weren’t all that great”'
“well if you could've herd it, it got pretty scary”,
“he was gettin quite heated and seriously larey!”
Then me dad sat there chuckling away to himself
While me mam got the butter down off of the shelf.
He looked over at me still adorned with a grin,
“How are you anyway lad, and where av you bin?”
“Ah'v bin up the town' I said 'riding round Vicky Park”,
“giving our lad a croggy on me bike till the dark”.
And that's how it went just me mam, dad and me
As we ate up our cobs and had a few cups of tea;
It might not be Rio or L.A. or Rome,
But teatime in Leicester will always be home.
Categories:
raj, home, parents,
Form:
Blank verse