Best Think Over Poems
In shopping centres, bright and wide,
Where our dreams can fly and glide,
We wrap our hearts in things we've bought,
Forgetting stars, by city lights caught.
Yet, whispers of change might find their way,
As people stand up, by the ocean's spray.
Our Earth, they say, is worth more than play,
A future where green and blue can stay.
We must think over, our habits laid out,
With seas of plastic, and skies of doubt.
It's in our actions, clear and stout,
To choose to live, to truly shout.
To save our home, we should all band,
From dawn's light to night's last stand.
It's up to us, to lend a hand,
A fight for right, across the land.
But history's glance, so sharp and keen,
Will judge what we might have been.
In future's tale, it would be seen,
Our legacy, like a lost green dream.
Yet, it must have been right in our clasp,
To mend the breaks, to free the grasp.
And we could have chosen a kinder path,
For Earth, a haven, not aftermath.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 26
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994. The work was written in Hindi somewhere around 1965-70.
Editing and English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Hindi Title ‘Madan Dahan’ 26
Madan* is becoming a naught,
Losing his very existence,
Penance is also vanishing,
Because of your anger, Lord.
Think over the results, O Lord,
Which the anger would produce,
By destroying his very existence,
In the great fire of curse.
How the race of all creatures,
Will survive after Cupid's destruction,
Entire creation will disappear,
If Cupid is burnt alive, O dear Lord.
Ravindra
Kanpur 17th May 2012
To continue…..
Protected under the copy write provisions of Poetry Soup as per US laws.
Madan*- The name of Cupid as per Indian mythology.
There Is Nothing in Your Dreams
One day I asked Dreams
O’ Dreams "Why don't you come to me?"
He said, how can I come to you
There is nothing in your Heart
To call me in your Dreams. 01
Sarcastically he said:-
“I searched a lot everywhere
In every nook and corner of your heart
But I could not find even a single emotion
That I could have loved you.” 02
“I couldn’t see even any single face
On whom to spend
All the treasures of my life
And would have decorated your world
With the beauty of colorful dreams.” 03
“But there was not even a single
Ray of hope, anywhere in your heart
Neither I could find any Saaki*
To offer a cup of drink
Nor I could see any Jaam*
To console my heart
Even there was not any alluring face
To decorate her in your dreams.” 04
“Neither there was any melodious voice
Coming from the lips
Of a morning waked-up beauty
Nor there was any blooming smile
Coming from any sweet innocent child.” 05
“Then how I could have decorated
Your sleep with colorful dreams*
Just think over it
And then
You yourself tell me.” 06
Speechlessly I repeated only:-
O’ Dreams "Why don't you come to me?"
He said, how can I come to you
There is nothing in your Heart
To call me in your Dreams. 07
Ravindra
Kanpur India 08th June 2016
Explanations: Saaki* = Though most of the uses of the word are kept in context related to drinks, a Saaki is supposedly a person (in most probability a lady) who is either a loved one or a friendly cup-bearer. Saaki is actually a person who makes one's drink, a cup-bearer. But the word is also figuratively used for a loved one.
Jaam* = A cup full of drink (wine)
Dreams* = of astonishing beauty
Once she was a person of top talked worldwide
People expected a lot from her
For God and for human she intended to do a lot,
But there occurred an accident
Death abides by the order-
She was famous more for deeds than for beauties
Own cultural, natural and open minded such
Inwardly pained but outwardly laughed
Even on a mishap she was much concerned,
Her royal highness did not affect the general
As her nature showed belongings are simple,
No pride touched her
A princess come ever and ever,
Now, she is but only memory
In the heart of dearest, nearest and many
Still some of them weep and some lament-
The wise will deeply think over it
The unwise will simply pass saying sorry.
when one must make a decision,
you think over it carefully.
when this decision effects only you,
it can be easy.
but when it effects some one else,
it becomes difficult and confusing.
when you must make a decision for yourself and another,
your judgement can become...... blurred.
one choice is good for you,
and the other better for the other.
what if whats good for you will ruin the other,
and whats good for the other will ruin you.
should one do for themselves,
be happy while the other suffers.
or suffer while the other is happy.
the answer is simple.......
if you love them,
then you will sacrifice anything for them....
and if they love you,
then there is a third option,
an option in which no one suffers.
this is true because love is a separate choice all together.
no one should suffer.
and both should be happy.
so i think when there is love,
there is no decision,
there is only whats right.
It was time to let the bygones to be bygone,
And this they meant from the cockles of their hearts.
They felt that the injuries they had to endure were done,
It was too much to think over again about the hurts.
They avoided any thoughts bearing a grudge,
To start stressing over the bitterness would be crass.
Thoughts of unforgiveness would once again make them judge
And this will start the sullenness from the grass.
It was too much to think about the hurts again,
After all they felt that it was weakening.
They had absolutely nothing more to gain,
Because they realized that it was time for healing.
They understood that to bear the hatred would confine
Their inner peace, but to forgive would be divine
A day on the farm can be hard work.
Like feeding the pigs and
catching the chickens.
You kick the dog and
throw the cat out the kitchen.
Boy this farm work can be hard.
Run out of the house
down to the barn.
The chores are piling up
but thats just life on a farm.
Milk the cows and call the sheep.
Fight with the goats to trim their feet.
Feed the horses and curry them down.
I'm sure glad I don't live in town.
Fire up the ole tractor
drive out to the fields to
work the ground thats made of steel.
It starts to rain but thats okay cause
we still have to work the cows today.
Your body is hurting by
the end of the day.
When you lie down in bed
you start to pray.
Lord will me another day.
As I think over my day.
I thank God, and have to say.
Even tho it's hard work
from dawn til dusk
I'm glad, I live on a farm.
Chance, choice and circumstances can create,
new opportunities in life, to change our fate.
Some challenges camouflage opportunities ahead,
give a thought, don't discarded them and shred.
Take different view of situations and think over,
could be golden opportunity, may not return ever.
Spot and seize opportunities, they are success keys,
don't let them wait, act fast, no time to sit at ease.
Sometimes hidden opportunities pretend like threats,
they come and they go, missed ones leave regrets.
Life itself is an opportunity, to strive for the best,
try to fulfill your dreams, with vigour and zest.
Nov 2, 2016.
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Amidst my sleep, the cockcrow
Like a clamor from the crow
The murky eclipse _ still lying in
rows
Precious sleep, how I need your
grip
For the bulwarks won’t breath
nor the dusky move a lip
As I vie with the whizzes _
curtains flip
Submerge my soul _ make it lie
in state
Like the Dead Sea, my eyes are
at stake
As the mind think over the
earlier mistake
The evil that Man do, the US military outdid themselves...
When they rained napalm into the lush jungles of Vietnam...
Political ideologies were being fought, and the US was arrogant with their might...
But the US was suffering badly against the guerrila tactics fought out of sight....
All hell breaking loose in the treacherous dense jungles there in Vietnam...
Against the yellow skinned slit eyed freedom fighters of Vietnam.....
Victory at all costs, chemical weapons of the worst kind....
The US military brass approved them without a second thought....
So the day happened, when the US rained fire from the skies...
While the brass in the Pentagon awaited the outcome of their horrifying decisions...
The chemical napalm melted skin and flesh, fusing them to the bones...
The searing heat and the excruciating pain that came after the napalm...
One cannot imagine the horror and the blind panic when the napalm down it came...
Here comes a naked running girl, terror in her eyes and panic driven......
CLICK! goes the camera shutters and she is into worldwide immortality....
That panicked screaming girl running away from a death so searing.....
When that picture hit newstands the world over...
The world took stock of the evil that Man do, the US did better....
It does beget the all too important question to think over...,
Does the end justifies the means, to those people in position of power...?
http://www.star2.com/health/wellness/2017/01/16/laser-treatment-for-napalm-girl/
Destination
Who they say life is immortal
Could they give a sign of previous?
Or they cry following others!
Without knowing hints of mysterious!
A little agree shaking heads
Thinking not to face difficulties
Why bear a headache with others?
In vain discussing rounding tongues
If there is confine some do know
Definite fate of others destined by nature
Could they show some concrete value
To believe by everyone shopping either
Destination is a trend a fixation by human
As they run in invitation by organizer
With briefcase shaking hand in haste
Completely matter of future and for others
The conclusion from the spent hours
A possible game for others for future
Believe it or not, if you follow it and think over
Can be a great deal in seeable future.
Deepak Chalise
4/19/2016.
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
I hit the ground flat when I stumbled
But found a way to bounce back from my troubles
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
Most days I'm too scared and paranoid to go out because of anxiety
When I find the strength to leave the house, I get judged by society
People will beat you down, call you names and put labels on your head
Then have the nerve to act upset when you end up dead
In a world full of hypocrites and hateful people I don't trust a soul
They say they'll help you up and then cut the rope
They'll laugh while you're down instead of giving you a hand up
I let them laugh at my falls, because I always find a way to stand up
Some ask why I have so many tattoos, I reply what does it matter to you?
Then they have the nerve to ask me why I have such an attitude
I tell them to mind their own business and take a drink
To everyone who wrote me off, that ended up being a waste of ink
To answer the tattoo question, I got all my self harm scars inked over
Made a lot of mistakes because there's a lot of things I didn't think over
I'll eventually move on from that girl I'm having a drink over
But how are people who watched me drown and laughed going to say I always find a way to sink lower?
Because I wear Hoodies and Fitted caps I deserve some kind of judgement
well this tattooed, hoody wearing tattooed, bipolar weird man writes with substance
So go ahead and judge because you don't know who I am
You'll make your own judgement even though I show who I am
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
I hit the ground flat when I stumbled
But found a way to bounce back from my troubles
This is the soundtrack to the struggle
In most cultures families are timid to show their affections
to their children, perhaps, if they were more adoring and affectionate
their children would not succumb to drug ailments,
suicide and bad company,
Some parents think over emoting makes the children too comfy,
Yet, the Europeans feel no shame to call their spawns
endearing names, smothering them with love from birth,
going beyond male-female barriers and showing their adoration
with whimsical kisses to make their children feel cherished,
While, around the rest of the globe,
many stifle their public displays of caring,
and their families wither away from lack
of attention, like flowers they disintegrate
right before their beloveds' eyes,
because they feel too awkward
to show the emotions they have been suppressing,
The feelings go unexpressed, and they succumb to lives
that are depressing.
Common Era calender is accepted world wide.
As per it our earth lost her precious one year and we are hell bent to destroy it as earlier as possible .
Her soul also known as humanity is wounded like anything and on ventilation.
Religion which turned into enemy has tored it into pieces . Pollution an ugly scar on her face
So called growth/development is raping mother Earth daily.
Mother Earth lost her beauty and charm .
Do we deserve to celebrate 2016 when our mother is half dead ?
Think over it
From The Edge of Reality's Plain
by M. Griswold
090204
Greetings and salutations from the edge of reality's plain.
Of course this means I think with the right side of my brain.
A place where thoughts most always expand out of themselves.
Then almost never collect dust from being left on the shelves.
Being left handed, south pawed in a right handed world.
Is kinda like dyslexic in a place already curled and swirled.
But offers another distorted look through clouded glasses dim.
To left brain folks whom can't think over the box's rigid rim.
So I suggest, in my own insane, odd, and strange way,
It is good to have thoughts that roll round and play.
For if we all thought alike and did exactly the same,
No progress would ever come nor creativity catch flame.
Thusly I say, my friend, that I am as sane as anyone of you.
Just a little off dead center and to the right in reality's rue.
And if I seem just a small, little bit insanely cuckoo crazy.
It's because my right brain is logically, arithmetically lazy.