An answer to my prayer
The Rain is here
a torrent of hope for the land so dry
In drops big and small,it falls from the sky
As far as eyes can see
the scene is wet, watery
The little boys boat sails afar
The lovers get cosy in the car
The baker looks sadly at his unsold cake
the maid take off for an excuse fake
The poet sings to the passing cloud
the youngsters dance on a music loud
The old man thinks of a time gone by
I give my post another try
Just pause and think ;what’s happening
Does the sky even have an inkling
We pray for rains and it does not budge
and then it pours the streets are smudge
Its natural; sure it is
but even we are progenies
of the same creation
water – hydrogen,oxygen
The nature tells us a lesson
just be like me
Doing what you feel like
not what’s necessary
If you feel like singing ; sing
If you feel like dancing ; dance
If you feel like crying ; cry
No pleasure or pain,No loss no gain
You have no one to please but you
You have no life to live, but yours.
~ By aahang
That was great writing quite beautiful
“You have no one to please but you”
I think that is a belief that will not end well for you.
Thank you for your comment.
Just like a healthy mind resides in a healthy body only a happy mind can create a joyous world around it.
As you mature the fleeting and transitory nature of the world is revealed and your search for the “self” starts.There comes a time when the only answers you want is for your own questions,everything else ceases to have a meaning.I guess I am growing older at a faster pace….:-)
As I have spent a whole minute thinking about your response. “only answers you want it for your own questions” – this seems like a person who is trying to avoid the consequences of his actions. No guilt, no responsibility, what I do is about me. I must not understand what you are saying. I for sure have no idea what search for the self means. I am me and here I am, I don’t think I have to look for me. I have often heard people say I have to go find myself. All that means to me is the stress of life has become too great and I am going to escape so I don’t have to deal with this stress. Is that what your are saying? I am pretty sure I am missing the point.
“Just pause and think ;what’s happening
Does the sky even have an inkling”
Straight from heart
nice writing
Dear Pankaj,
Thank you so much for your comment.Really appreciate your kind words.
Hi there,
I believe that poetry is for ears and you’ve made it rhyme very sweetly.
Have a nice day!
Hi Sunil,
I am not very much inclined or even good at rhyming as I believe that the thought gets lost/compromised when you put boundaries around it.I am glad you liked what you heard.Thank you so much.
very good..your insights are deep and the attempt to make it rhyme has also come up well.
Thanks.Actually I have not been able to give time to put it together properly.Your encouragement always gives me wings.
Nice post Rajnish.
Did you check the changes on Indivine? Lots of new things are happening; didn’t find you there. Don’t miss the train!
Hi Ravi,
Thanks for the appreciation. Will check out Indi Vine soon.
No sir.I will try to explain it from the point of view of Hindu thought which I have grown up thinking and living.The upanishads talk about the wave ocean analogy which says that the wave is a wave till the ‘realization’ that it is the ocean too.All our worries come from the fear of death..that is the primal fear.The wave is afraid of reaching a high point and then dissipation and death.The moment it realizes that its just a form that the water has taken, it becomes the ocean. From then on it is at peace with itself rejoicing in its being.
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I had put a post ‘Peace Mantra’ few days back which talks about something similar.If you click on the you tube video at the end of its chanting they say Om Shanti,Shanti,Shanti – which means May I be at peace with my body ,at peace with my mind and with my external environment.
If you feel contended with yourself there is no need to go looking outside.I think you are one of those rare souls which is just great.
My post in particular is neither about ‘escapism’ or ‘existentialism’ it is just about enjoying your own company;the way kids do it