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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
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…..
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Madan*- The name of Cupid as per Indian mythology.
A thought
There was a day when I used to be happy,
There was a day when I felt like alive,
But now I am not even me ,
Different person in my cover,
This is what I think over and over.
Maybe time travel was not a myth,
I could go back and enjoy the time a bit,
To the young, I just wanted to meet,
Give him a hug and an advice a bit,
Nah, not possible from the chair I sit.
Just some words floating in my mind,
Always troubling me not so kind,
May me there is a place of my
True self where I can find.
What is love that I didn't got,
In the pool of hate I had to rot,
A boring life waiting for a dot,
A boring life waiting for a dot.
What is the real meaning of life ?
To just work till the end for a thrive ?
Or its the road, we just taking a drive?
Thought enough in a stanza of five.
I had a lunatic feeling, once, of caging a bird,
I had purchased a very beautifully-looking cage;
I had kept a myna in it and did very well gird,
I saw to it that she felt happy and in joy engage...!
Was my myna happy? Did I think over any time?
Did she eat whatever I had lovingly thrown at her?
Barley, Brown Rice, Buckwheat, Bulgur, and gave the best of lime,
Did she feel that I saw to the best growth of her fine fur...?
I was self-content that my myna liked me very much,
Who can, yet, tell who likes who and hates who and who kills?
I've done everything for her, I thought; left nothing as such,
Why should my myna fly away from me and went black hills...?
I, then, understood that my myna wanted liberty,
Which existing being does not love creativity...???
Any time a heart
falls in love,
he always finds himself
in so many troubles
as he deceives himself
much more than
he decieves any other heart,
That's why, there is no heart
without problems
What a pity!
Today my heart
has fallen in love again,
And once more,
I beg my heart
to think over
what might happen
to me, then
Whenever he's in love,
he flies high in the sky
but no one can see
the eyes of my body dry
And no matter how many times
I wish him not to hit me
where it hurts,
He never cares, as he
-as usual- comes through
leaving me behind
as one of his flirts
Once he is in love,
he's, all the time, out of control,
So, in such a case,
there is only one thing
to say, "May God help,
save and rescue me
before I am pulled
into a black hole",
for I'm unfortunately
subject to my heart
as a whole
There is this rhyme
I've had for some time
Bouncing around in my head
And just when I
Think it's ready for flight
It buries itself instead
Running this course
Of back and forth
Often thought but never seen
Like the words to a song
Forgot long ago
Only humming the melody
I think over time
It's added words to it rhyme
Expanding what it has to say
But what good does it do
When it never let's loose
Enough to see the light of day
Only giving a taste
Of what it has to say
Never taking that final step
As my guess is this rhyme
Will stay for some time
Bouncing around in my head
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