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España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ako lang naman yaong hamak na kapuluan
Sa kontinenteng Asya bandang timog-silangan
Na minsan mo nang dinayo at pinagkanlungan.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
‘Di ba't hindi ako ang marapat na sadyain?
Ika'y nagkamali sa dinaungang lupain!
Subalit bakit ka pa nagpumilit sa akin?
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ano bang nasilayan at ako'y binihag mo?
Ikaw pa ang naghandog sa akin ng ngalan ko
Bininyagan na maging Romano Katoliko.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Langis ng Kristiyanismo ako ay binuhusan
‘Di nga lang lubos dumaloy hanggang talampakan
Na kay Allah ay tali na noon pa man.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Tatlong daan, tatlumpu't taong alipin
Dugo't laman ko'y pinagpumilitang
bigkisin
Sa kultura't kamalayang dayuhan sa akin.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ano bang taglay mo't nagtiis din sa'yo?
Mga dantao'y inabot bago napagtanto
Pag-alpas na marapat mula paniniil mo!
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ginang ng karagatan kung ikaw ay turingan
Ako'y isa lang pala sa'yong anak-anakan
Na sa kapangyarihan mo'y nakipagkumpulan.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ngayon ay isandaan at sampung taon narin
Ang nakalipas nang ako ay iyong lisanin
Pero siguradong ikaw ay nandito parin.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Bayani kong si Rizal sa'yo ay nagtungo
Upang ipabatid ang aking panlulumo
Wika mo'y inaral ngunit balewala sa'yo.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
Ngayon ako naman kung nais maunawaan
Ang tulang ito na sa'yo ang patukuyan
Ang wika kong ito naman ang ‘yong pag-aralan.
España, me todavia en tu memoria?
España, ako ba'y nasa iyo pang gunita?
-08/01/2008
(Miagao)
*for PI 100 under Sir Sansait
Paris, Syria, the World at Large
Said the people punished by war,
"Boom! Boom! Boom!
The resounding tremors amplify the echo,
contribute to the constancy and duress.
Glued to the news,
what more can we do?
The good die.
The bad sometimes eradicated.
Every heart lights up with hate or compassion.
Extremism burns from both ends of the rope.
The ideology of faiths sing many tunes.
I am right, no!
No, I am right!
No one is ever wrong.
Corpses of both innocent and guilty
rot in the rubble of war.
We humans pursue the inner demons of anger,
to knowingly destroy the order of life.
A demented set of people we all are."
(Open our Hearts, Hug someone and say peace)
11/17/2013 © Al. Juman The "said" Poet
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Tanikala ng kahapon, yumabong luhog ng Panahon
Sariling Wika sa Panitikan, Salig sa Pag-ahon
Ng mga dalubwika maging nilang maralita
Sa salita at sa pananampalataya
Huwag padungis, mamalagi sa Bayang nagingislap
Pabuya nito’y hindi mapakla, ito’y lasap
Pangimbulo’y iwasan, Wika’y Mayaman
Hindi hungkag, taglay ang basbas ng kakintalan
Iwaksi ang kabantugan kabisera may bikig at pag-utas
Ng pinanday na Kalayaan, sana’y matalastas
Kanlong mo’y nananangis, inusig
Nilang palamara sa nanaganong gunita
Namumukod sa mga akda, Filipino ika’y panata
Mga awit, mito, bugtong, pati salin dila pinunla ang Wika
Maging tula man o tuluyan, sariling kultura’y ituran
Ito’y maililimbag ng may ngiti at kapurihan.
In the twilight of suspended star thunder
where the waking jungle and broken Temple of tradition meet one another
she moves with a panthera prana, pranayama of precise paradise, air of spaceless pleasure,
A lavender Tigress of effortless enlightenment
seeking sensations on the edge of eternity's cremation,
on her fingertips questions and answers dance to mudras of nimble demolition
as the triumph of truth blazes on the tip of her tongue's flavored amusement,
genetics of ginger helix she licks and sticks to the flesh of nude nirvana
limber in the moment of typeless titillation,
becoming an animal of fearless asana,
a creature of chaos prowling along the heartbeat of karma,
Brahma made her beauty from the diamonds of a billion deceased roses,
the ascetics recognize her as a child of Kali, gorgeous and gruesome in vendetta,
for the Brahmins she is a Mother of immeasurable mystery, a kiss on the eye of history,
worshipers whisper the wealth of her shameless and shapeless clarity, as charity of Parvati,
Heirlooms of sun blood and moon love decorate the tender truth of her body,
a garden of webbing galaxies, catching the notions of novas her mandala,
rain romantic in flying fall, plucking the Ganges sitar her mantra,
the movement of melange madness through perfect passion her sutra,
poetry naked on the nerves of nascent love need is her tantra,
chakras uniting to recreate the uncreated color of consciousness, crown her aura,
as the lotus of love blooms blue, she dances on the fragrance of freedom -
J.A.B.
Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 12
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 name ‘Madan Dahan’
Sweet fragrance began to flow,
Taking smell from the flowers in bloom,
And flowered creepers began to hang,
On the arms of their beloved trees.
All flower plants were smiling in bloom,
Spreading their charms all around,
Deer were revealing their passion,
By engrossing in the ecstasy of pleasure.
The golden rays of Sun,
Were spreading their magical brightness,
Making Nature smiling, in a bath of pleasure,
As it bloomed suddenly from childhood to youth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd May 2012
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Weird, strange, illusion, dream, nonsense; words plenty since ever
To overcome fear, avoid confusion, maintain commonsense or whatever!
But this story of mine is an experience I record as game of nature;
Revisiting it, wondering on the hows and whys over the years as I grew mature.
The answer only he held; the one who wished to live life careless and carefree!
Then one day he sunk in the marsh and died, setting her widowed mother free
As if of all frustrations and reproaches from kin, peers and so many in the locality!
A good soul he had met once who admonished him, patiently
And left him in some good hands who could guide him start anew.
He tried to change but at his own time, as of what was in future he had no clue.
What thoughts in mind and what visions froze in eyes closing to death? One phone call to the good soul after a year; as if from other realm, a message.
His name he left, saying to tell that good soul he had called; was it a presage?
That good soul ready ever to help called a friend who related to him in melancholy;
That very morning, he had been to the boy’s one year after death ceremony!
The good soul sat in shock; he didn't even know about his death a year back.
In trance he walked to his fiancée's house; over night he talked to her about him, in flashback!
(I wrote a short story on this. Based on true experience in 1993, some months before my wedding. It was during the “Pitra Paksh” (Fete des morts in Hindi) – here we are actually in this period which ends on 1st oct 2016. The boy met my fiancé, a youth worker, who had some words with him and his family. He never met him again. Among Hindus the final after death ceremony is performed after one year of death and it is believed that the soul, if not departed earlier, has to after the last and final ceremony)
241.
Samo Kay Nazareno
Oh Poong Hesus Nazareno
Kahit ngayong Ikaw ay malayo
Kahit ako'y hindi mkapunta diyan sa Quiapo
Ako ay sa Iyo parin sumasamo
Ikaw na Siyang noon ay dinaingan ko
Ikaw na Siyang noon ay hinilingan ko
Na makatapos ako sa kolehiyo
Ikaw na Siyang mismong tinungo ko
Ikaw na Siyang mismong dinasalan ko
At duminig sa mga panalangin ko
Ako'y muling sumasamo sa Iyo
Tingnan Mo ngayon ang sitwasyon ko
Nasa alanganin na naman ang buhay ko
Walang kasiguruhan sa trabaho
Kinabukasang maganda ay malabo
Maawa Ka naman sa pamilya ko
Maawa Ka naman sa ibang tao
Sila ay matutulungan ko
Kapag dininig Mo ang samong ito
Kung ano ito ay alam Mo na po
Upang akin naring mabago
Ang nabubulok na buhay at pagkatao.
-0/09/2014
(Dumarao)
*written this day of the Feast of the Black Nazarene
Patradoot or The Messenger 6/Many
English version by
Ravindra K Kapoor
The journey is long, lonely and the path deserted,
You have to pass a long way dear,
Leaving the bank of river Suryu*
You have to take a dip in the holy river Ganges.*
Ravindra
Kanpur India. 14th May 2010 to continue in 7
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Transliteration of Hindi poem in English- Patradoot or the Messenger.
Marg Vilumbit Soon San Hai,
Patra Tujhe Jana Ho Ga,
Saryu Tut Ko Chor,
Janhvi Mai Gote Khana Hoga.
Patradoot in Hindi written by
Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
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* Saryu. A river of North India which is flows near the jail
Of Faizabad where Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor was
Was imprisoned and wrote this wonderful epic.
He was a follower of Mahatma Gandhi and
Believed in non-violence only.
*Ganges. River Ganges, which meets at Holy shrine
Place Allahabad, famous for the Sangam of two rivers.
It is also the place were the writers beloved was residing,
A Lullaby (In Hindi we call it a Lori )
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A Song For You
I want to sing, such a Song for you,
So the sleep may come to you,
When I sing the song for you
The fairies from heaven would come,
To take you softly in dreams.
You know when the fairies come,
The buds of your heart would bloom,
Leaving every clouds behind,
They would take you on their wings
On the silver surface of the Moon.
If the Moon is not there,
They would take you to your stars,
They fairies would tell your stars,
To shine and more shine,
Till your dreams come true.
I want to sing, such a Song for your,
So the sleep may come to you,
When I sing the song for you
The fairies from heaven would come,
To take you softly in dreams.
Do you know when the Moon and stars tells,
The sleep always comes
To rest in your eyes.
These stars tell everything
In their own silent way,
While shining far away in the sky.
I am singing a song for you,
So the sleep may come to you,
Ravindra
16th December 2011
Ist Recorded on Kanpur India 22nd Nov. 2011
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Incineration of Love God Madan (Cupid) 27
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’ 27
How, without grace or passion,
All the creatures of this Earth,
Would complete their life, O Lord,
Without love and indulgence, like idiots.
With the destruction of passion,
Pleasure of living would disappear,
And attractions of life would vanish,
From the life of all living beings, O Lord.
How power would ever generate energy,
Without the fuel of passion,
How the wheel would ever rotate,
Of rise and fall, birth and death.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 18th May 2012
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