MY POEMS AND WRITINGS....Some food for thought .!!

[jaiganes]

Thanks Trivediji!
It does sound better with your suggestion.
I will try to post as often as possible. BTW your poem on the hub was very good. I enjoyed it and felt very much the same about the hub.

[Hemant Trived1]

Dear Friends,

People think that I am a tragic poet, let me hasten to
tell you that I am made of a lot of different stuff.
Let me present you all with something very different.

GOD'S GIFT


God took the crimson hue
Of rising sun From the Horizon,
And put the shyness of
A fawn on her cheeks'

He took the twinkle of stars
Of which dreams are made,
And Bright bolt of lightening to
Put in her long lashed eyes.

Next he took the crests of
Playful and snow white
Warm summer sea waves
To adorn her innocent bosom.

He stole the heady musk
From the deer and
Sheen of shining pearls
And anointed her body.

God then borrowed the
Sound of tinkling bells
And mixed with some mischief
And put it in Her laughter.

He took the pink colour of roses
And a little kohl
He mixed it with honey
And smeared it on her lips.

Last he took a little dark secret
From his creation of universe
And lovingly hid it under her belly.
For the mother of future.

Then he opened the door
To send off her childhood
And let her Youth in.
Today she became sixteen

[jaiganes]

Good one Trivedi ji!
I was reminded by a fatalist poem in thamizh on the same subject. True, that there exists two ways of looking at things, the serious and melancholic way (remember the solitary reaper?) and the cheerful way (Daffodils). A good poet is able to toggle between both these points of view to arrive at a proper context.

[pavalamani pragasam]

On the beach I sit for hours entranced
Seeing how the world around me danced

A feast of cheerful sights and sounds
The spice of life's variety here abounds

Kids squealing in joyous laughter
The elders only happy to run after

Lovers are transported to paradise
The surroundings lost to their eyes

This thread is relly very inspiring and challenging to one's poetic inclination! Thanks to Hemant Trivedi!

Friends gathered to forget their care
Breathing in the freshness of salty air

Fun and entertainment for all ages
Even fortune-telling parrots in cages

The kaleidoscopic scenes make me wonder
Making my harrowed mind cease to ponder

Lost in a state of blissful reverie
A magic eraser rubs my memory

I feel not the fine sand in my palm
Dripping through in celestial calm

[Hemant Trived1]

WOW , !!
Good one PP

[jaiganes]

Good One PP madam!

[pavalamani pragasam]

Thanx, HT & JG!

The uniqueness of salmon's spawning habit has been used as a clue to solving the mystery in one of Robin Cook's novels. Quite interestingly it has raised some philosophical thoughts here!

[jaiganes]

Hi PP madam!
I have read that novel. I think it is "Acceptable Risk". The crux of the novel is about a scientific cure to longevity and stopping the old age from coming. It had an interesting premise.

[pavalamani pragasam]

Yes, you are right, JG! Cook's novels invariably make me shudder at the callous acts he exposes happening in the name of research in ultra modern labs and hospitals.

[jaiganes]

Of late his writings have lost their sheen. The last I read was "Abduction" and was clearly disappointed with it.