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We always eulogize a child on his birth
We also eulogize a person on his death
On both occasions he is unable to appreciate the praise
At birth he is unable to understand the words
At death his ears are unresponsive to the sound
Why do we always say good things on these occasions?
Must we confine our eulogy only to these occasions?
A child doesn’t understand our words at the time of his birth
So it doesn’t matter whatever our words may sound
The logic isn’t the same for a person on his death
We have an innate fear that his spirit is hearing our words
We wish to impress the spirit by using words of praise
Why should we impress the spirit with words of praise?
There is a belief that the spirit will leave after such occasions
Some believe that the spirits are not influenced by words
Our fate after death depends on all our deeds after birth
All good deeds will be rewarded by the Creator after death
Fate is not decided on words irrespective of how it may sound
It is impossible to infer true feelings from how the words sound
We often pretend to please others by telling words of praise
These pretensions are useless when hearing ability ceases on death
But may be fruitful when spoken to others on different occasions
It is ineffective when the sense of hearing is undeveloped at birth
The generation of feelings depends upon how we express the words
Human relations depend on how we express our feelings in words.
Expressions, conveying different feelings, are said in a varying sound
The effectiveness is lost when conveyed to a child at birth
Damaged human relations can be repaired through words of praise
The appropriate expressions must be chosen to suit the occasion
Feelings and expressions must amalgamate in the occasion of death
One of the most solemn occasions in life is that of death
While expressing feelings we carefully select the words
The choice of words matches the vibes of the occasions
The speeches are characterized by a particular sound
On such occasions we forget our true feelings and praise
Ebullient feelings are aroused on the occasion of birth
The strength of a relationship is expressed by the identity of the sound
The effectiveness of the expressions rest on the choice of words
Alas! The only expressions a child has are cries at birth
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The other day I heard my friend was sad.
I met him to ask him about the reason
but, he was upset and his mood was very bad.
So I had to confine my conversation to the season
and the possibility of the advent of early spring.
I had to leave him in the existing state of his mind.
Why are we concerned about the state of somebody’s mind?
I wondered. Perhaps, we do not wish to see him appear sad.
Inherently, we want him to appear like the flowers that blossom in spring
to attract the bees and honey birds. This is the reason
why we relate all happiness to this auspicious season.
In our happiness we remember what is good and forget everything bad.
The mind, in its own way, reacts to the events, good and bad.
The behavioral pattern is a reflection of the state of the mind,
which is influenced, amongst other things, by the season.
During dull, rainy season, the mind tends to be sad
and one becomes irritated at the least pretext. The reason
why we feel happy again is the enchanting environment in spring.
Poets have written adorable verses eulogizing spring
There is happiness all around and nothing can be bad.
But, are we that blessed that there can be no reason
for any news or events to upset the state of the mind?
In a short span of time a happy person can become sad
irrespective of whatever might be the season.
If it is an icy cold, stormy night in the winter season
in stark contrast to the warm and colorful spring
and I’m holed alone in my log hut, I cannot help but feel sad.
I ruminate on my fate and wonder why my luck is so bad
I think of happy times and drive evil thoughts out of my mind,
only to increase my resistance to cold and not for any other reason.
If one is determined not to be happy, there are many reasons
to find fault with everyone and also the seasons
He sees only the negative side of things and trains the mind
to color the world in black and dampen the spirit of spring.
He fails to smell the fragrance, but smells only the odors that are bad
Thus giving him enough cause to feel very sad.
In the crevices of the mind there is some reason
For sadness to relate to the aura of the season
The spirit of spring brings happiness, while cold winter is bad.
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*“The evil that man do lives after them;
The good is oft interred with their bones;”
Shakespeare in Julius Caesar
Self Love
Time has now dawned to start loving myself
After fifty-five years serving others
In public sector with love and passion
With striking sincerity of purpose
With deft devotion and dedication
With candid commitment and conviction
With integrity as the best friend
And holding honesty in the right hand
As inscribed in the contours of my fate
Irrespective of who`s at helm of state~
Serving at diverse rungs of the ladder
From the lowest steps to the highest stairs
Caring for the health of the public purse
Sinking in the sea of stark stagnation~
Carrying bricks to rebuild the country
To make the land a better place to dwell
For all, heedless of caste, colour or creed
Regardless of tints of flags they brandished~
Oft stuck between the anvil and hammer
Serving as screen against storms and showers
With the shoulders burdened with heaps of loads
Some times to the detriment of my health.
Now ditched down the deep well of oblivion
By so-called friends, envious of my seat
Who used me as props to climb the ladder
And nestle themselves with safety at ease
As ravenous wolves in sheep`s clothing
As lizards changing hues to suit their needs~
Such is the fate of the evolving world
Where one`s goodness is interred with one`s bones*
Or turned to ashes and sprinkled away
To sink in the solitude of the sea.
Now with hair turning grey and the bones lean
When moving hundred steps is a burden
When the body night and day pines with pain
I feel that during my long journey of life
I have turned my back to loving myself~
And now is the time to carve a small spot
In the corridors of my senile heart
At long last to grow the grains of self love,
But not to close the door to share with friends
Lessons learnt to brave the wafting wild winds.
My voyage of life has brought to the fore
Self love is not synonym of ego
But at day`s end a decent desired goal
To be myself with my stress, strains and strength
Just a solitary human being
Singular like a single shining star
Scanning the deep sea of the inner self.
The world has come to a stage
Where it can no more hold man's rage
Why, so much of wars and killings
So much for a land to which we do not belong
A land which is meant to be lived as if it were a dream
A land on which we should see each other as being same
A land, meant for the fallen
A land, though, meant to allow us to rise again
But sad it is, to see that the life which thrives on it is sick
So much that it does not hesitate to put itself at stake
See how easily does hate grow, how easily it does expand
As if it were the cure for tomorrow, as if it would make the world grand!
Pray, I would like to see peace on Earth
My yearning to see it is aflame with a fiery passion, same as that found in you
I would like to roam about, feeling always so safe
I would like to share the smile I hide and which, for the whole world, I brew
But to bring peace seems to be a task so herculean
This world has degraded to being seen as an evil one
Here, one is meant to be cautious
For one could die in ways so unpredictable
Tolerance and acceptance does be needed
Such in the future generations need to be fed
Irrespective of the ravages of wars which did happen in the past
A past, which does and shall never, ever last!
Forgiveness needs to be there in everyone's heart
Else Earth will have to cling on to its doomed fate
Why, forgiveness and the feeling of un-attachment
Un-attachment for a world meant to be for us, evil's bait!
More wars would simply bring about massive death tolls
Shall remain then, smiling stupidly faced with their loneliness
Those who were filled with so much distress
As to want to selfishly make of this haven, a place so foul
But pray, maybe to achieve all that, we would need the help of the Fairy
The one mentioned in all fairy tales
The one made of goodness, the one with a pure heart, the one so pretty
The one who would cry to see the world's many ails
To bring change to the world, yes, we should find her
She shall bring a change to Man's destructive temper
And shall reign on Earth, humans, peaceful, once more
Shall even then open to the people of Earth, paradise's real door!
23 July 2016
A question was asked to me by a Yahoo Music lover, ‘where lies the future of music?’
My answer is here in the form a Poem.
Where lies the future of music?
The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,
The future of Music lies in the mind and heart of the people of this earth,
So long as the Nature is there with all its beauty and charms, and
Love exists with all its loveliness of youth, joys and warmth’s, and
The longings of heart and cries for love are there and
The agonies of life and pains capture everyone.
So long as there are chattering of birds and singing of Koyal,*and
The sound of music flows in every particle of nature,
Music will continue to enchant everyone and
It would flourish to exist on earth forever.
So long as, we can hear the laughing of a child and
A mother sings a lullaby for its hearts dearest smile, and
So long as Poetry and Love would flow in our heart and soul,
Music will continue to exist in many forms and shapes,
Irrespective of languages, regions, places, instruments and songs.
However only that Music will exist,
Which would touch and move the heart and soul of its listeners, and
Of those who cannot live without Music anymore.
In what shape it would bloom in future?
Would be decided by the new crop of listeners,
It may leave its old appearances to take a rebirth,
Like a the human soul, which is permanent and only,
Keep changing the body, as we change our old clothes,
And wears a new, when the old one is torn and exhausted.
Change and the Music are the only things permanent in this universe,
Having God's blessing the Music would exists always,
But it would keep changing
Its instruments, voices, melodies and effects.
New songs would come and new poets and singers would allure our hearts
New instruments would replace the melodies,
Which charms to day and rule our body mind and hearts.
The only thing which is certain and permanent forever and for ever
The Music will continue to exist, until the end of civilization and earth.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 8th Oct 2010
*Koyal A melody singing bird of India like a nightingale
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
Knocking on success’ door, irrespective of its intensity
is worthy of a response and an attention.
When life smiles and nature is happy, the one who passes their estate
is embraced by favour to take luck home.
Showcased by a tale
of two counterparts of same platform but different worlds.
He’s serious, but she’s playful,
a test defining their progress into another phase is the huddle.
From book to book, knowledge he accumulates
even sweat’s discomfort is no match
for such a determination which scares both life and death.
His living is subjected into a miserable triangle;
lectures, canteen and home is all he knows
even his dreams have been converted to a library for research
and a single spoken word from his lips
pours out a barrage of wisdom.
His understanding then gives an entire jungle
the salvation of great civilization.
Her time for merry is never taken for a joke,
her schedules are tabulated by the inventors of fun,
leisure and study share the spoil of her engagements,
pleasure tops the yardstick for all her toiling
and her indifference to progress in life
makes the demons of failure lust after her course.
Nineteen weeks of play and a week of work is her formula
on the eleventh hour, before the day of reckoning
she reads in compartments,
choosing her focus through random selection.
He commands the justification to succeed
while she queues in the long line of fate.
Passing through this is a decorated corridor to his success
raising her hands in pathetic surrender is her bullet-less gun.
He’s sure, she’s not; he’s ready, she’s frightened,
he walks confidently; she does it in a gait-like manner,
the heat of such examination he absorbs, but she gets burnt.
What next, is the short incubation period of truth
when several hearts await a straight forward judgement
and comfortable minds anticipate a glorious confirmation
with all efforts well deserving of the medal
and a prosperous finding, a worthy result of true seekers……
She passed!..................... He did not!
Why do they hate so?
They expound forgiveness
But malign half of humanity
It is the gravest sin
That they do not wish to know
The human race cannot exist
Without a mixture of men and women
Men crave priority
While the woman is meant to follow
Through ignorance and machismo
They delete themselves from posterity
The creed of embracing all that they preach
Forgotten when selecting the gods
That inhabit their one sided hierarchy
They court and woo controversy
Discriminating on a grand scale
The X chromosome
Must have only a reproductive role
Of no spiritual worth
A selfish message they send
To future generations
Today will be tomorrows past
Spitefulness will be all they have to tell
To a more liberal generation
Who may think ; what the hell!
The stain of no sisterly love
Does imperil
The hard fought for longevity of a church
That for some is the centre of society
Stifling female advancement
Is a wanton disregard for the maker
Who created all in his image
We are told that
He loves us all
No matter if we wear pants or skirts
The soul it seems has no sex
Side-lined for their femininity
Traduced for being as god created
Women are second class in a world
Where acceptance of the divine
Should outweigh gender dog fighting
A shaky foundation is today’s Christian ethos
The lack of understanding and
The ability to forgive
Has reduced respect for a beacon of society
A grievous and irrevocable manoeuvre
The male domination of the soul
Is but a wilful and audacious folly
The human race will not exist
If women are thought of as a bother
To look at the future of the church
Is to gaze into a cloudy ball
The smoke of destruction evident to all about
Except the Don Quixotes
Who stubbornly fight the inevitable
Bolstered by their own ill will
The health of the church
Is paramount for its survival
The acceptance of those who believe
Irrespective of their genes will extend
The work on earth of Christ above
Let us worship and serve god as one
Wake up in the midnight,
Staring at the window outside
It slightly far above my sight
A little girl’s hands folded
Cries out in pain
I can read her facial expression through
closed windowpane,
All her veins stuck out in utter disgust,
Years of agony, memories of holocaust
Ridicules her every night.
Though she gets revived in every morning bright
I was helpless to make her relieved.
Series of events, emotions I perceived,
She tries to hear through her horror dreams.
Why is she a woman, everybody screams?
Deep inside her house
There’s a picture of her grandma's spouse.
Who received a message from ancestor,
Which could mean to be his family protector.
A story of birth and rebirth
Will keep their family tree, tie strong on earth.
When every boy is born
A haunted chapter which she eagers to torn.
Though she is unable to read every line
Is this the reason she paid this hefty fine?
Departed from friends and family.
Losing her self-control in distress gradually
I want to speak for her.
Raise my voice that this deaf society could hear!
Thanks to the almighty who gave me a reason to fight,
To prove again and again that no one is above his might.
Everyone is a child of Him,
They may be fatty or slim.
May be of any colour or creed,
We are just carrying His ethos in here to breed.
Very simple is tone,
Could be a square or a cone.
No girl no boy
Neither in heaven nor in earth there's any ploy
Live and let live,
Let's have free air to breath.
Thousand ideas to nurture,
Every human being is of his own nature.
Try to respect others and take care,
Eventually evolve your gesture and your manner
In common values you owe and thoughts you share
It will quench your thirst and your burning desire,
To erase this social stigma what thoughts that transpire.
To spread the word of love irrespective of gender
Always ready to face any critic with your words to counter.
That’s how a true social sphere can be built,
Where every issue that causes human suffering must be dealt.
World War 3
Basic instinct of human is to kill.
How long will it take for human civilisation
to get reformed, can’t be predicted.
The more powerful will be a Nation
the more greed to rule the world
and capture other countries
will get stronger.
Common populace does not support war.
Administration take decisions,
If one Nation initiates on invasion
to capture piece of land of other Nation,
or overpower other’s freedom,
World peace is always vulnerable at random.
Other associated countries get automatically involved.
And World War starts, problem will not be solved.
Now another modern nasty technique :
Most modern Bio weapon has got intrusion.
Inventing techniques to infect other countries
spreading fatal viruses to abolish populace.
The old idea to drop Nuclear bombshells is going
to abolished
So far every human does not admit own identity
as Global Citizen, then discrimination
between racism and religion will continue.
World Wars will never stop.
Human Race should follow only one religion
and that is human religion.
To prevent World War 3,
the only solution is COMPASSION for all GLOBAL CITIZENS.
LOVE and RESPECT every human being
irrespective of culture, race and religion.
Otherwise World War 3 will occur
sooner or later.