Echoing Word Itself, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 18, “Incompletion”, cycle “I See the Unseen”. It is a vision and a poem at the same time, the subject is the Word and the entire strophe 2 refers back to this subject, manifesting in strophe 1. I share here the Hungarian version, as well.
Echoing Word Itself, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 18, “Incompletion”, cycle “I See the Unseen”. It is a vision and a poem at the same time, the subject is the Word and the entire strophe 2 refers back to this subject, manifesting in strophe 1. I share here the Hungarian version, as well.
This stream joins the river, its final destiny. And The Brooks (as personified by Alfred Lord Tennyson) mocks the humans as ordinary mortals who get consumed by time.
Sir Tennyson’s love for nature is evident from the fact that how beautifully he adds sensuality in the description of a river.
Heavenly Mother By: F.M. Tali I imagine your white hair is long Cloaking hips that were our genesis With natural graceful presence Complementing Father’s magnificence I imagine, my Savior was a scholar And that I…
When Things not happening Be sure Its all for betterment When Light not falling your way Be sure Its for coming of new sun When money flowing less Be Sure its for arrival of some…
The poem addresses the poet’s sweetheart encouraging her never to lose heart in the wake of difficulties and take them as a pattern of life
If only you could come and sit with me for a while If only we could visit each other every now and then It’s a long way from here to heaven I hope your listening…
इस पोस्ट को लिखने का मकसद कोरोना महामारी को रोकना है, अगर इस पर विचार किया जाता है और ये बात एकदम सटीक बैठती है और कोरोना पकड़ाया जाता है तो दुनिया की सबसे बड़ी समस्या कोरोना वायरस का अंत हो जायेगा । हर एक देश की इकोनोमी तो बचेगी ही, हज़ारों जान जाने से बच जायेंगी और देश दुनिया फिर पहले की तरह तरक्की के रास्ते चल पड़ेंगे । #updivine #updivineyourvibes
Listening to the sound of the whistle I hear a haunting melody that’s so familiar. Over and over again he plays his tune in the freezing indigo gloaming. He has nothing to offer but his tune He’s seen the best days and now this is now, Yet he stands and he breathes into his whistle, the life blood of his country soul repeating the line in ever changing cycles Each phrase perfected each time a little more, a squeak here a cran there the tone gets purer, a little money reassures the will,………a faith of sorts He finds his stillness in the tone repeating the line as I flanneur away to the dwindling sound of his Triumph
कभी कभी बड़े से बड़ा दर्द भी खामोश होकर सहना पड़ता है, दर्द तो दर्द है साहिब हर किसी से कहां कहना पड़ता है । गमों को आखिर कितना पीया जाये, जीना ज़रूरी नहीं फिर भी जीया जाये । मुक्तसिर सा फैसला बड़ा तूफान लाता है, वक्त भी कभी इम्तेहान लाता है । खामोश तो समंदर भी है, आदमी तो आदमी के अंदर भी है । सुकून की तलाश में फिर एक दर्द खरीद लाये । #updivine #updivineyourvibes
