Nisheedhi s Nature
Poetry
Nature Poetry
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Par nisheedhi
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Publiée le 25 Fév. 2011
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Short poetry occasioned by personal events
Par nisheedhi
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Publiée le 21 Jan. 2011
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Poetry by A.
J.
Rao
Poetry by A.
J.
Rao
Silences
I hear two old men on the park bench
Speaking softly to each other s silence.
The man s son makes software and money;
His keystrokes break nightly silence
In distant America where dollars rain.
The other man s son lives in this city.
His kids school is on the...
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1. Poetry by A. J. Rao Poetry by A. J. Rao Silences I hear two old men on the park bench Speaking softly to each other s silence. The man s son makes software and money; His keystrokes break nightly silence In distant America where dollars rain. The other man s son lives in this city. His kids school is on the other side. I write my own lyrics and you? I compose mine on the bathroom walls And some times, sing, in dulcet tunes, An exquisite duet with the night cricket. I love this real solo hum that comes From the vacant holes of my insides. I hear it in the silence between my ears. It sounds like the ocean wind that whispers In the needle- hairs of the tall casuarinas On the Bhimili beach on some dark nights. Dream When I live in the night I forget night On the rim of the night I stand apart.
Moins
Par nisheedhi
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Publiée le 10 Sept. 2010
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Short Poetry by A.J.Rao
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A blade of grass
I cannot focus awareness on the winding road
The distant hill is covered in a blue haze
There is all-around oblivion felt in my unbeing
Only the other day I was a blade of grass
Today I cannot wave in the mountain breeze
Uprooted from my mother I do not know my being
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A blade of grass I cannot focus awareness on the winding road The distant hill is covered in a blue haze There is all-around oblivion felt in my unbeing Only the other day I was a blade of grass Today I cannot wave in the mountain breeze Uprooted from my mother I do not know my being Just like that hill covered in a haze of forgetfulness. A boat trip on the Ganges in Calcutta At nightfall the pretty Ganges wore A black sequined satin dress and A splendid necklace studded with Candle-like lights on the bridge The flickering flame of the lantern In the boat refused to dance To the passing wind’s death-tune Near the jetty stood a monstrosity Brooding over its illumined loneliness And its cavernous stomach ached with The darkest secrets of the high seas. A day at the training academy The trouble arose out of needless self-knowledge The organism recoiled even on gentle pin-pricks Here goggle-eyed girls touched tender spots A phallic water-tank towered, Shiva-like
Moins
Par nisheedhi
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Publiée le 19 Avr. 2009
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Lectures: 9
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Choices
It is on a thin line that I exist all the time.
My hours and days become nights
And dissolve into endless time.
Clearly it was not my choice to exist
Remember, when I came into being
In the viscous amniotic fluid
My body actually started pulsating
Outside of my own free volition.
My birth was a cataclysmic accident
Now that...
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Choices It is on a thin line that I exist all the time. My hours and days become nights And dissolve into endless time. Clearly it was not my choice to exist Remember, when I came into being In the viscous amniotic fluid My body actually started pulsating Outside of my own free volition. My birth was a cataclysmic accident Now that I exist and occupy space I cannot stop my heart from beating. Outside, the eagle swirled thrice In circular motions in the April sky And settled down on the ledge Of my nineteenth floor office room . He looked at me nervously , aware of me. His shrill eagle-call pierced the sky As he took off towards the vault of the sky. He swirled , once again, in circles And swooped on the lizard in the bush. Like me, neither of them had choices.
Moins
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Publiée le 1 Fév. 2009
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Airborne
Sometimes I do not remember
History of the mind, of the body
I recount experiences in a haze
Their chronology in a heap.
Today is another matter
Frail bodies floated in the air
They were the essence of things
A fuselage is in the making
The yellow bird will soon take off
As we enter the sunset zone
Its elfish lightness will...
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Airborne Sometimes I do not remember History of the mind, of the body I recount experiences in a haze Their chronology in a heap. Today is another matter Frail bodies floated in the air They were the essence of things A fuselage is in the making The yellow bird will soon take off As we enter the sunset zone Its elfish lightness will go down. It will become a vaporous entity
Moins
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Publiée le 31 Jan. 2009
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music for the old
my ears are drums emptied of sounds
please play music for my eyes and thought
my body still vibrates and feet-taps to
heavenly music heard behind my eye-lids
and my skin perks up to beauty-thoughts.
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Publiée le 24 Jan. 2009
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the city in the afternoon
this summer is not warm,
only the remembrance.
by the road tall thankful trees stand,
their dignity enhanced
by the shrubs under dust.
the city sits lazily in the afternoon,
in unfinished perfection,
under a coat of fine dust.
Par nisheedhi
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Publiée le 24 Jan. 2009
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hail
the rains are here , balls of snow
we catch them in our palms ready
they are slipping through the spaces
we cannot hold our fingers together
our white clouded glory fizzles soon.
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Publiée le 24 Jan. 2009
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The terrorist in a cafe
As in Rilke?s falling autumn
Somebody up there Is holding
The earth up, the sky and the stars
And all else from falling
Except in the Leopold café
Here bodies fall from behind
A young man with rucksack
Has other views, other thoughts
There is a gleam in his eye
He likes bodies autumn-falling.
Par nisheedhi
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Publiée le 23 Jan. 2009
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