Category Archives: Poetry

The man in blue…

Source : Akul Vashishtha (https://www.instagram.com/akulv1994/)

I remember…I remember the starry sky and the deep dark woods…I remember the young maidens…I remember the distant music from the flute…I remember the slender silhouette under the banyan tree…I remember the beautiful young face turning towards me…I remember looking into those smiling old eyes…I remember listening to my longest heartbeat…Who was that man in blue……?

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-Akul Vashishtha

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‘If -‘ (by Rudyard Kipling)

Intro: "If—" is a poem by British Nobel laureate Rudyard Kipling, written in 1895 and first published in Rewards and Fairies, 1910. It is a tribute to Leander Starr Jameson. The poem is written in the form of paternal advice to the poet's son, John. As poetry, "If—" is a literary example of  Victorian-era stoicism. John was killed at the Battle of Loos in 1915.
The well-known Indian historian and writer Khushwant Singh claims that Kipling's "If—" is "the essence of the message of The Bhagavad Gita in English."

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: “Hold on!”

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son.

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The Road Not Taken – Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I —
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.

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Poems by हरिवंश राय बच्चन

1.) agnipath

2.) दुनिया के अंदर दुनिया है , दुनिया अंदर दुनिया ,
और फिर दुनिया के अंदर दुनिया , फिर दुनिया में दुनिया।
तू कितनी दुनियां के अंदर , भान तुझे इंसाना ?
~ हरिवंश राय बच्चन

“Heaven of Freedom” by Rabindranath Tagore

Where the mind is without fear and the head is held high

Where knowledge is free

Where the world has not been broken up into fragments

By narrow domestic walls

Where words come out from the depth of truth

Where tireless striving stretches its arms towards perfection

Where the clear stream of reason has not lost its way

Into the dreary desert sand of dead habit

Where the mind is led forward by thee

Into ever-widening thought and action

Into that heaven of freedom, my Father, let my country awake.

– Rabindranath Tagore

AN ODE TO GOD (my first poem)

With eyes full of doubts and hope

I request you God to help me cope

 

With this thing called LIFE  which people say by you is a gift

Then give the power to help me lift

 

The standard of living of all my brothers and sisters

Who are living their lives full of blisters

 

Give me the wisdom to see their emptiness

And take a step towards their wellness

 

I may not be an IMMORTAL like you God

But I’m committed to be your shining sword

 

So give me the power to end all evil

Coz in the hearts of some people resides the devil

 

I know I’m not any SUPERHERO from fiction

But I surely am your own creation

 

Help me topple my own fears

So that I may fight with all my gears

 

The path I chose may be risky

But what’s life without being frisky

 

May I not merely walk on this road and sweat

But gallop as no one else before has ever dreamt

 

Lord! Help me be free from the chains of being a materialistic self

Let me never forget being your creation is a gift in itself

 

Help me devastate my own weaknesses and bad vibes

As I live my years with these jibes

 

Sometimes I may have lost faith in you when times were bad

Forgive me for those feelings I had

 

I know you see, I know you care

I know you are worried about how your children fare

 

To you oh God I dedicate this ode

Whatever came to my mind here I simply wrote

 

Let LOVE be my only driving force

Let hatred and enmity be swiped out in this course

 

Let me win this steeplechase

As towards my GOAL I constantly gaze

 

The Almighty is omnipresent

The love which he throws upon us is incessant… ❤

 

-Ribhu V.

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