I tried to avoid writing my own quotes, but instead I want to present them in the form of a prose poem. This way has a softer side of personal expression, by not enforcing others to believe what I am believing in. In fact, in the contrary to what I have told you, I take writing poem as a serious way of personal expression, for myself. Recently, I have evolved to take life at the lighter side. Instead of suppressing myself to avoid the writing of quotes, I want myself to believe that quotes, although seems ‘hard’, actually is just a different way to see the world for each of us. There is no right or wrong (the quotes), but only lessons to learn, perhaps.
So, here is the not so serious part of my writing. Hope you enjoy, and please do not take it too seriously (which mean you can also make fun of the quotes). I also will try to present these quotes together with the photos that I have taken.
Please tell me
is it because of the genes
that grow the birds
or the determination
to reach for the sky
that lead them to fly?
May be you,
are unable to tell me,
may be the birds,
are unable to tell me,
but I will tell myself,
that if I am the bird,
I want to grow my wings,
from my determination!
If Life is a dream,
I will dream of you,
all night long.
If Life is a song,
I will sing of you,
all day long.
If my Life is not meant to be in yours,
I will still dream of you,
sing of you,
and to love you forever.
Why there is a sense of melancholy
in a rainy day?
Is it because of the mourn of the tree
for the fallen leaves?
Is it because of the mourn of the leaves
for the fallen flowers?
Or is it because of the mourn of the sky
for the earth who has lost the sun?
My reflection flashes through
a pool of water after the rain,
leaving a piece of fallen blue sky
in waiting for the return.
There is something I wanted to tell you,
with my life of yesterday,
and of tomorrow after tomorrow.
I guess you will know,
when the day comes,
that something I wanted to tell you.
I love blue when I fly,
it gives me the Sun that make me Smile.
I love blue when I swim,
it gives me the Water that make me Live.
I love blue when Mondays come,
it means I can still fly , and I can still swim,
I love blue when I am living,
it means there are troughs I can learn to climb, and crests that I can hop on to see afar.
This is a writing inspired by Sydney Fong, Thank you Sydney, for being among the stars of my sky.
Sydney’s blog is fun, cheerful, and with rich flavors of culture, and history. http://addgrainonearth.com
I, am not the progressing waves,
chase after the footprint on the foreign sand.
I, am a fishing boat on a long voyage,
loaded with a boat of love for my dear homeland.
The World has gone by me without any hesitation,
that I just managed to give her a smile.
The Time has gone by me without any hesitation,
that I loathed to see her face fading away in my memory.
O my dear you have gone by me too without hesitation
that I did not even have time to give you a hug.
Are not our lives gone by us without any hesitation,
just for us to part after a short encounter?
After you have gone,
I did not hide my smile,
but instead I have given it to the Sun.
The dream that I painted for you,
it did not break into pieces,
but instead it has risen to become the stars of my nights.
O do you remember my kisses every lovely morning?
I have given them to the flowers too,
Otherwise would you see a blush in their faces of every lovely morning?
When the Night has removed,
her gown of the Day,
and the Flowers,
her gown of the Colours,
and the Silence,
her gown of Noise,
the Dream has just slipped into,
her gown of reality.
The Goodbye from the Flowers,
leaves days of diminishing fragrant,
the Goodbye from the Leaves,
leaves a season of departing sadness,
but my Goodbye to you,
goes by like an unnoticed shooting star at the horizon.
2013年4月28日于 Ahmedabad, 印度
My thoughts of you,
fall on this little forest path,
like the fallen Autumn leaves,
pave a golden way in the morning Sun,
of a journey to Heaven.
When the flowers,
in their own shadows,
of the moonless night,
am just awakening,
in the dream,
ablaze with blossom.
//Can you see the shadow of this poem? I have written the hidden questions, i.e. who has become the shadow? Or is the shadow a tunnel to meet ourselves in another World? The moon here has been implicated too to return to her own shadow. One might ask where does the shadow comes from if there is a total darkness, and the answer is revealed when we look up into the sky of the cloudless night. //
The Soul, in comparing,
but in worshipping,
//Talaash, in Hindi means to search, taken from the Hindi movie with the same name.//
//I do not have many inspirations lately, but do bear with me, and whatever is written here, is the best I am sharing, as do many other bloggers from all over the World . //
Just some inspirations from visiting two great blogs, and commenting on their posts.
Something hidden we can’t see, without seeing it how do we know it is there. If we know it is there, then how can we say it is hidden?
We are lonely, when we cannot find our Heart.
We are blind, when we do not listen to our Heart.
We are dumb, when we cannot speaks from our Heart.
We are dead, when we do not have love in our Heart.
// A little inspiration from visiting http://memyselfandela.wordpress.com/2013/02/04/solitude-5/ //
if you want to punish me,
for what I have done wrong,
then let me learn to love again.
if you want to reward me,
for what I have done right,
then give me a bouquet of flower.
I shall return you one of them,
because I Love you, and the rest,
I give to the World.
When I am Happy,
is the song of birds in the Spring
When I am in Sorrow,
smell like the fragrance of Flower in the Spring
When I think that I am a Leaf，
waiting for the Spring,
and you tell me, ‘My dear, you are the Sun!’
with its Fragrance,
and the Love,
Please read a very lovely poem of Sharmishtha, that has a similar description about the Love, that I have read sometime ago. http://coloursandwordswaltz.wordpress.com/2013/01/20/love-speaks/
I ask the Sea, is there a time for your tides to cease?
he tells me to ask the Moon.
I ask the Cloud, is there a time for your travel to cease?
he tells me to ask the Wind.
I ask my Heart, is there a time for your thought to cease?
She gives me a tender hug and says, please let your Love not to go and ever to leave me alone.
The river flows,
to the timeless horizon,
in the golden sunset light,
your silky gown appears translucent in the drag of breeze with the familiar fragrance,
and that flickering light from the reflecting water,
hides your face from my earnest stare,
when I am about to call your name again,
you have already left your final glow in the farthest mountain,
and my goodbye to you,
is drowned in the silence of the river flow.