Posts tagged "poets"
Being one

Being one

One thought and one resolve,One way ahead. One destination.Families and organisations evolveAnd so does a nation.The language and the grammarThe art and the scienceOf relationships together must stirForms of defiance into reliance. Call this a marriage or companionshipA target, objective, or goalOr a function in a championship —Or if you must, eyes needing kohl.Diverse slogans,...
The blind singer of bhajans

The blind singer of bhajans

The blind singer of bhajans.When all I see is love for the divineEach moment here in this world is fineI sing his praise and he takes care of meAnd life adopts the high notes of wine.. . . . . .Arvind PasseyWritten on 18 March 2020Penned for this selfless singer sitting in front of a...
Thoughts on the first day of the year

Thoughts on the first day of the year

Thoughts on the first day of the year Between clicking the new year parade Or this tree offering all it has, in gratitude I chose the latter, watched its life’s work fade Into, or maybe, merge with the universe. The parade moved on, the crowds walked away And it must now be silent at Trafalgar,...
As I think about the environment

As I think about the environment

All around me Are writers and speakers Tearing words apart Pairing them Ordering them Mostly running after them Without knowing why Without understanding The truth inside the world of words. Users of words Remain under duress In a somewhat vocal way. Every word Lives multiple lives Not getting stressed at all And carries inside itself...
The day after birthday is the day for poetry

The day after birthday is the day for poetry

The newest always is the best Vintage can be happy though At sixty two I write and rest And never feel really low. Wishes are in hundreds now Social media just makes sure Each wish reduces age and wow For growing age is a lasting cure! . . . . . . Arvind PasseyWritten on...
The mind is an astronaut in space

The mind is an astronaut in space

Deep within me there are no boundaries.No cacophony of walls are ever built here.No barbed wires separate a smileFrom a caress. Or love from fear.There are no marching bandsNothing here will beat retreats.Heavy boots with nailed solesAren’t ordered to create reverberating treatsThat give birth to tsunamis of emotionsEnding with a blitz of applauding commotions. A...