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Ravindra K Kapoor
18th Aug. 2014
The Love Story of Kacha And Devayani 9
Devayani
And you remember Kacha,
That in the season of autumn,
You often used to get lost,
In praising my beauty
In your poems and songs,
With the beauty
Of your dear Nature,
While watching the splendid treasure,
Of the forests,
And its falling leaves. 30
How such alluring images,
Which were so sweetly carved,
Deep in your heart and soul,
Have suddenly vanished,
From your mind and heart,
Like the glimmer
Of a summer clouds,
Dear Kacha? 31
Try to remember Kacha,
Those strong gush of,
Autumn winds,
Which used to take away,
The half hanging dry leaves,
From trees,
Creating the most pleasing,
Musical sounds,
Of the flying and falling leaves,
In the calm and quietness,
Of our lovely forest
Where we both
Used to spend lot of our time
In searching and collecting
The wonderful herbs as needed
By my father & your Guru
For making his magical remedies. 32
But in those moments,
You were often more fascinated
By the beauty,
Of those few golden leaves,
Fallen from the trees,
But staying in my hairs,
While kissing and playing
With the disturbed locks of hairs,
Which always inspired you
To create,
Some of yours most fabulous songs,
In praising the splendid beauty,
Of your dear Nature
And your beloved. 34
Can you recall sing those lines
Of your sweet song
Dear Kacha
Song lines Part 1
“My beloved’s face and beauty,
Has magical charms,
To attract anything,
In this wonderful season,
Of Autumn,
The shining tiny golden leaves,
Have come,
Not only to stay with her,
But to decorate,
Her long golden black hairs,
As a crown,
On Nature’s most beautiful Queen.” 35
Ravindra
Kanpur India 17th Aug. 2014
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remember, the scent of hope
after the storm, the hurricane
who blew in rains, shaming earth
so the still floods raged around us,
flowing rivers to cover us in pain.
remember, the still morning after
when time stood, quietly reflecting
the night gone, lost like a prayer
fading into the skies, heaven stirred
by the entreaties from hearts terrified.
remember, the silence who melted away
all the moments before this devastation
rising on the breath of a shadow,
dark as the night who is petrified
by the whirlwind of breathless anguish.
remember, the stars and the moon
quietly pouring out their endless truth
time might not listen, but the gray
that comes to those who see such destruction
reveal to us the music of a heart being broken.
remember, the night the storm raged
covering our mountains in a dread that says
wherever we go now, when the rain falls
prayers are whispered on the air who stays
murky with the downpour of grief.
remember, Hurricane Helene and her voice
who told each soul that life is more than hope.
Life is a color, blue blazing across the night
singing her stories, assuring us, in spite of the downpour,
there is the trembling faith that still knows…
even in this story, there is a God whose love flows
down into the spirit of those who know He arose!
My mirror tells the brutal truth,
a woeful tale of vanished youth
Where one eye squints and one eye shines
and broken dreams are long dark lines.
Emotionless and coldly callous
Honesty without spite or malice
Shamelessly silent yet telling all
Reflecting the writing on the wall.
An image appearing all too clear
Becomes too telling, too austere
Once colorful hues seen on display
Have now faded into a dismal gray
To know and see what is real and true
But then to sadly regret the view.
Telling myself it doesn't matter
Yet knowing, one is bound to shatter.
Sandra Weiss
Daniel Turner
when we look at ourselves as extraordinary Black people of color
we can surmise that we've endured more than any others
separate but equal, Jim Crow and slavery
Black folks have taken a licking for over two centuries
yet we also know how to celebrate and revel as well
we've learned to enjoy life in spite of all the hatred and the hell
we can have a good time even when our team is losing the game
we are a joyful people and we rejoice without any shame
we are vocal, we are verbal and we sometimes talk loud
we are children of the most high and we are Black and we are proud
but most importantly we are true disciples of Christ
we are praying warriors in the midst of our strife
P.U.S.H. we say which means pray until something happens eventually
because we know prayer has the power to change things exponentially
snatched from the Motherland and on those ships my people prayed
that God would deliver them from this terrorism one day
and on the plantations they prayed most every day and night
for the Lord to convey them from out of this dark and into His light
thru the massacres, the lynchings and all of the hostility
Black folks continuously prayed until they got liberty
civil rights, affirmative action and equal opportunity
were a few answered prays of the Black community
so remember to pray and hold on to God's unchanging hand
let the words out of your mouths lift you up from sinking sand
remember to pray allow God to bring it to you
pray that God eventually brings it thru you
pray so that the devil will come to realize
that is has no authority in the Lord God's eyes
remember to pray simply have that conversation with God
pray until He grants you the desires of your heart
~~People~~
Has anyone ever been slighted?
Is anyone ever upset?
Do you ever think of revenge?
I hope not and yet…
There are some that cannot let things go
It’s hard-but hate they seem to show
Why can we not forgive each other?
And live as we should like sister and brother…
But they have their own problems as well
It’s a shame in life - something’s we cannot tell
Of our love for each other we should not use spite
Revenge should be banished - and so should slight…
I don’t mean we should be all lovey-dovey or more
Just get on with life which can be a chore
Help and not hinder - love and not hate
Greet with open arms - never slam the gate…
We are people together, in a life that is hard
Let’s get on with it now and say badness is barred
Live and let live, and I don’t mean those that are bad
I want people to get on- but even I am not that mad…
My thought for the day
©
It's called the golden anniversary
when it has lasted for 50 years
when a couple manages to stay together
through all the blood, the sweat and the tears
you've had your share of make-ups and shake-ups
yet your love and respect for each other remained steadfast
and despite your obvious commitment to each other
there were some who did not think it would last
but Ed and Gwen you proved them all wrong
as your marriage only got better and strong
your love for each other has endured the test of time
for Jesus is your foundation and the root of your vine
together you entered into the political ring
and dealing with Congress is not an easy thing
together you raised and reared a child or two
and in spite of the teenage years somehow you made it through
to Mr & Mrs. Edolphus Towns, man and woman, husband and wife
your 50 year union is a testimony on how to have a good married life
to Ed and Gwen from your Berean Baptist Church family
we love you, we honor you and we salute you on your 50th Anniversary
We live,
not in the age of innocence
or indeed in the age of enlightenment or reason,
this is no dry white season
bursting full with fruit plucked dripping from the vine,
not a vintage wine.
We live in the age of analysis,
of righteous rage entitlement and indignation.
Every public word, heard or read or spoken,
is judged, every deed displayed,
weighed, put to the balance
and found to be wanting.
There are no more universal truths,
no solid incontrovertible proofs,
facts are peppers,
inconvenient weeds just waiting to be crushed
beneath the hearsay wheels of people speak,
the unimportant and the trite is given undue merit
and held to be right in spite of dissonant voices raised,
considered and contrary thought which often comes to nought
and ends in silence.
Appalling and unparallelled acts of violence
are given time space to breathe,
to plead the injured party
while others lay and bleed.
We examine everything, revealing little but the bones
beneath this bitter angry stupid savage age,
which constantly ignores the wisdom of the turning page
and puts its faith and hope into machines which think
but do not blink or breathe or even smile.
Humanity in all its vanity
may be approaching,
or certainly encroaching
on its final mile.
When fall departs and winter's on its way,
my mind resets to face a colder clime.
As days grow short and evenings quickly gray
after the sun recedes post daytime's prime-
I think about those peaceful nights sublime
when winter storms will visit me in time.
Inside, from my embracing bed at night,
I'll watch the snowflakes neath the silver moon,
while tranquil scenes outside will bring delight.
As satin banks of snow and sky commune,
and swirls make patterns like a white sand dune-
I'll curl up peacefully in my cocoon.
Protected, safe from winter's icy blow,
as gusty winds drive flakes to twirl, enthrall,
I'll drift to sleep lulled softly by moonglow
and swaying tree-limb shadows on the wall.
Secure I'll be, in spite of winter's squall,
as it weaves a white landscape like a shawl.
So lovely will be winter's late-night scenes
that feed my sleep and make for peaceful dreams.
January 28, 2018
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Sponsor: Kim Rodrigues
The Debt of Translucent Love
I owe you patience like crystallized honey and grace like a dance of butterflies,
chocolate flowers melted in cake dust that floats magically upon the tongue,
ugly movies watched together in time that flows slowly like warm wax that flies,
Prada meetings with you dressed in dresses that shine like liquid silver sung.
Ah wait, you don't love red velvet cake anymore because of others' hatred dark,
yes it's true, from their jealous spite toward your happiness that lights the air,
I used to write about my life but now I'm silent and keep secrets in my heart's bark,
stay out of my private affairs that I hide under velvet skin with care.
I got a triple-double last week at the gym in the sweat of salt's pure rain,
the broken dishwasher wrinkled my fingers in water cold as the glacier's core,
what's the point of wealth if I still wash dishes with my trembling hands in pain,
I don't give a damn about their dark thoughts about me the invisible one they ignore.
I know they couldn't know anything about me hidden behind the curtain's veil,
your loyalty keeps me on the ground where my deep roots grow into earth below,
you must move carefully through the landscape of our magical love without fail,
I have a good one who feels like a queen in our palace of silver dreams' glow.
There I was, like a worker bee.
Like an inmate, longing to be free.
There I was, filled with dedication and zeal,
convinced that my belief was the real deal.
There I was, working hard for something
I already had; paying for something that
was paid for me in full, both free and clear.
The work was not a chore nor laborious to me.
I loved it because of the end result of my workings.
In a sense, I was giving all of my life for eternal life.
It took me 5 years to realize the greatest truth ever known.
In spite of my willingness and loving zeal toward my God, and
the joy it brought to me, the fact remained that I was in bondage.
But the light of Christ came on and has been burning in me until now.
062722PS