Short Himalayas Poems
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thunderous black clouds
sinuous blinding lightning
river swells in spate
On the Rockies,
on the Kilimanjaro,
on the Himalayas,
and even on the
Everest.
Sojourn wherever
you please,
my desperation
will surely
find you.
Form:
He roamed the Himalayas, leaving footprints on the ground,
But, tired of visitors, he ordered stiletto shoes from Ebay,
And now Big Foot doesn’t wander round barefoot anymore.
The wind howls across
Heavy snow buries the world
and then deep silence
I liked this better:
screeching wind, death sings
heavy snow buries, survive
a deep silence mourns
On the foothill of Himalayas range,
The queen of hill stations in India
Holds a fairyland atmosphere,
With hugging spiral roads
Ascending to the peak,
Mussoorie gives
Top view of
Foggy
Land
location
changes our
view
Inspired by
Examples of such land art by Richard Long include
A line in the Himalayas 1975
A line in Ireland 1974
A line in Australia 1977
Literarily a 'living ' landscape picture
High in the Himalayas a dreamt of - our Shangri- La
Exquisite yearning desires become emotional realities
Ignore it or give yourself up to it like a Holy Man
The wind never stops blowing and the air is so clear
I think you can see too far
Form:
I see through your naked soul,
like laser beam across spring waters.
thunder-strike my liverless matter,
with sight of thor-like spirit.
I grace the grassy Himalayas,
like emperor in a royal dynasty
And master of my canines,
for I am the Tibetan Mastif.
The tranquility of these kings,
Travels through the tunnels of my heart
The divine beauty of the Himalayas,
Is an ****** to my eyes
I want to touch them, feel them,
glide gracefully through each one of them,
I want to experience them in every chapter of my life.
In the early 70’s I went on a spiritual quest…
To find God.
After a month in the Himalayas
A case of some gastro…whatever
The loss of 25 pounds
I returned home
My mentor asked me
“did you find Him?”
I responded with a curt “NO!”
He replied:
“Maybe because you didn’t bring him with you.”
Keep silence,
just watch.
what happens.
Be with that,
have patience of Himalayas,
anger deep frozen,
words unspoken.
What had happened
in Cosmic World,
unchanged here
all must bear.
No possible change,
from any range,
must happen
what had there.
Only means,
to change life,
is the Prayer.
Form:
what is so sad about departing
no more water I let you go
and wonder if I'll find your fossil in the future
earth dug for dinosaurs would never know
ashes a better way unless you had no choice
frozen in ice felt harsh in the himalayas
what were you thinking as you slid the avalanche
just to wake up to a blue sky.
If I climbed the Himalayas,
Ran a marathon or more,
I’d be so exhausted I could not
Stand upright on the floor.
If I hiked into the desert
Or worked shifts around the clock,
I’d be thoroughly depleted,
All my synapses in shock.
All I did was spend the weekend
With my grandkids, six and eight,
Which I loved, but I’m so tired,
I’m no longer seeing straight.
Bid on my Love
Reaching at the top of the Himalayas, beholding a rose as red as purified celestial blood
I’ll promise to share even the last breath with you; even if my heart is filled by cloud;
Kneeling down at you, with no space backward between me and infinity, I’d bid my love
Priceless, but it’s my soul that can bid life for your redolent, pearly smile as pure as a dove.
Standing on a bridge
Himalayas Mountains close by
Heaven opened up
Misty dreams
Granted wishes
Adoring Father Sky
A whiff of freedom
Granted this moment
I felt whole
Meditation glory
Breathing mountain air
Showed me a new world
Silence of the morning
Brought in all my senses
Nurturing me wholly
His grace
Fell on my loving heart
Granting me the joy
I had been seeking
Standing on a bridge
Himalayas Mountains close by
Heaven opened up
Misty dreams
Granted wishes
Adoring Father Sky
A whiff of freedom
Granted this moment
I felt whole
Meditation glory
Breathing mountain air
Showed me a new world
Silence of the morning
Brought in all my senses
Nurturing me wholely
His grace
Fell on my loving heart
Granting me the joy
I had been seeking
The hawk lay upon the lazy late afternoon
air currents;
Floating, circling, spiraling, ever downward.
Its wings spread wide, white feather-tips splayed.
It teetered on the updraft
above the terraced alluvial plains
in the lea of the Himalayas.
Landing with a compression of desire
upon the crumbling limestone outcropping,
It stood preening.
Waiting,
For the next breeze.
I fear to be Here
You make me feel spooky
Your greyed hue laid me in cist and
Chaos of headlights gore the peace
they reminisced,
How he dumped me like a trash
I repel to feel bygones allures,
What tasted like Himalayas.
When you painted me in blood and prised,
Like a god of devour.
And that one night, it purloined my
drape, frilly and virginity
Here in this basement,
inside his car with mirth!
Natural wonders,
tremendous natural
structures.
The white
cliffs of Dover to the
Grand Canyon in
Arizona.
From the
slopes of the Alps to
the Himalayas peaks.
What magnificent feats.
We marvel over these
landscapes, astonishing
creations.
Will wonders
never cease, we have
yet to look beneath
the seas.
Take in the truly
amazing feat, the
exquisite abundance of
the Great Barrier Reef.
Form:
As the river cascades
From Himalayas breast
With all its puissance
And rage, it distills out
Along its way, the grail
Of love, service and faith.
It finds the fondness
That grows, in tandem
With the stretching course
Brimmed with beauty, it
Flows till infinite.
Tunes emanate
At each sojourn
Of cadenced waves
Those quench the earth.
It imparts
On mankind
Life itself
Like a
Caring
Mom
Poet: Prashant Shaurya ©
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There is great power in words,
it can destroy the government
or make peace
in a dangerous war.
When these words strike the heart,
Any difficult task can be done.
the lame can climb the hill,
And the blind can write the best poetry.
no word is too short,
If you take it to your heart,
Then the biggest Himalayas, the biggest ocean and
bad wood ,
Nothing can stop you from growing the high.
- surya prakash sharma
Red Pandas are listed as, endangered
and 50% of their habitat, is in the Eastern Himalayas
The Red Pandas name, comes from the Napali word, ‘ponya’
which means bamboo or plant eating animal, that likes to chew bamboo
Red Pandas have acrobatic skills, using them high in the trees
but their forests have been cleared, for the lose their nesting trees
They are often killed in traps, that have not been set for them
and they have been poached for fur, creating genetic mayhem
I see on the lines of the horizon
people being suspended
from the sky,
it's the god's right side
and the people's left side.
Some attraction ! The enigma
of the unknown promises,
hang from the sky's leaps
to hear the people's words.
?o the Himalayas must climb,
and see the Andies
on the other side of the world,
stretch a rope to walk across,
and with the greatness of an acrobat
bring the peoples together.
People knock god's door harder when they denounce him.
When you were rolling in dust,
a puritan said, truth was me.
It was getting dark in Himalayas.
Black words, black themes.
You have started a journey in daylight
in a hot desert of fear.
Tormented, because of the heat
of arguments. Mimicry makes you sick.
Mocking birds fly straight for lofty peaks.
Self-denial was hurting sometimes
against copious rewards and generous handouts,
like pinned on a totem.
The happening must start
with hidden promises of price.
SATISH VERMA
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