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
Far the citylights Below the stars Admist the moonlight There we are… Near the seashore On the sand.. Your head on my lap And fingers entangled in my hand… Cool the atmosphere And splashing of waves.. The beating of our hearts With warmth in our breathes… The long walk on the coast Is the bliss of passing time… Like the water embraces the shore For years together we shall bind…
“Abou Ben Adhem” is a short poem that says the best expression of the love of God is the love for fellow human beings. It’s neither the prayers nor the church services that get you in the good books of God.
मोहब्बत भी कितनी अजीब चीज़ होती है, रूठकर उससे कितना भी दूर चले जायें मगर दिल उसी के पास रहता है । इसका शिकवा भी ये ही बयान करता है, चश्मा उसी के घर रह जाने का मतलब उसका दिल उसी के घर रह गया । #updivine #UpDivineyourwibe
Hi Friends, I have joined this site today for the first time. I specially want to thank the team of UpDivine who showed my this way, specially to Rachel O’Neal Madam. And I hope that…
I’m trying to focus on my study, In front of her beauty I can’t see anybody, The smell of her body is controlling my mind, Books are talking;I’m moving and there’s music🎶 of love in…
SOMETIMES THE PUPPET HAND (c) copyright by Cupideros, January 12, 2020, 6:54 CHORUS Sometimes . . . the puppet hand is not her brand. Sometimes the puppet hand is someone else’s hand. Could be a gay, lesbian or LEFT Fascist hand; Could be Misandry, Matriarchy, Mongering band, Read More ….
Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
This is the second (not in order of writing) of a series that I wrote as an Army Officer posted along the Chinese border in the Himalayas. I went through a period of extreme creative intensity along with a need to self destruct. From several poems that I wrote during that period, I have discarded many but have preserved around 25 which I plan to share on this site, along with a series of stories from a totally different period. In addition to, and alongside my army career, and a corporate career spanning 22 years, I have been a stage and screen actor, and playwright. Some of the poems that I plan to share have been performed on stage as they lend themselves to physicalization. Currently, I use a methodology that I have evolved called “CorporateTheatre” to facilitate experiential learning in high-performance leadership and team dynamics for corporate leadership and teams. This has been welcomed across several Indian and multinational organizations.
Tumbling Girls Copyright by Cupideros, July 18, 2020 cupiderosbooks.com cupiderosgraphics.com Tumbling Girls and their aerial feats, They fold, unfold like paper sheets. Some girls start slow with a good stretch, Unfold their legs like a long line sketch. Read More ….
