Suraj Ki Pahli Kiran Se...

Happy New Year

~ William Ward

Another fresh new year is here . . .

Another year to live!

To banish worry, doubt, and fear,

To love and laugh and give!

This bright new year is given me

To live each day with zest . . .

To daily grow and try to be

My highest and my best!

I have the opportunity

Once more to right some wrongs,

To pray for peace, to plant a tree,

And sing more joyful songs! 

A Starry Starry Night...

To be a star, you must shine your own light, walk your own path, and do not worry about the darkness, for that is when stars shine brightest.

~ Unknown

 

Kuhu Kuhu Bole Koyaliya...

To The Cuckoo

~ William Wordsworth

O blithe newcomer! I have heard,

I hear thee and rejoice:

O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,

Or but a wandering Voice?

While I am lying on the grass Thy twofold shout I hear; From hill to hill it seems to pass, At once far off and near.	The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky.
Though babbling only to the vale Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours.	To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green; And thou wert still a hope, a love; Still longed for, never seen!
Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring! Even yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery;	And I can listen to thee yet; Can lie upon the plain And listen, till I do beget That golden time again.

O blessed Bird! the earth we pace 

Again appears to be 

An unsubstantial, fairy place, 

That is fit home for Thee!

Ek Aag Ka Dariya Hai...

Fireworks                    
~ by Amy Lowell

You hate me and I hate you,

And we are so polite, we two!

But whenever I see you, I burst apart

And scatter the sky with my blazing heart.

In spits and sparkles in stars and balls,

 Buds into roses— and flares, and falls.

Scarlet buttons, and pale green disks,

Silver spirals and asterisks,

Shoot and tremble in a mist

Peppered with mauve and amethyst.

I shine in the window and light up the trees,

And all because I hate you, if you please.

And when you meet me, you rend asunder

And go up in a flaming wonder

Of saffron cubes, and crimson moons,

And wheels all amaranths and maroons.

Golden lozenges and spades,

Arrows of malachites and jades,

Patens of copper, azure sheaves.

As you mount, you flash in the glossy leaves.

Such fireworks as we make, we two!

Because you hate me and I hate you.

Hope...

“Hope” is the thing with feathers —
That perches in the soul —
And sings the tune without the words —
And never stops — at all —

And sweetest — in the Gale — is heard —
And sore must be the storm —
That could abash the little Bird
That kept so many warm —

I've heard it in the chillest land —
And on the strangest Sea —
Yet, never, in Extremity,
It asked a crumb — of Me.
~ Emily Dickinson

Only The Mountain & I..

All the birds have flown up and gone;
A lonely cloud floats leisurely by.
We never tire of looking at each other -
Only the mountain and I.

~ Li Po

A Living Flash of Light..

Today I saw the dragon-fly 

Come from the wells where he did lie. 

An inner impulse rent the veil 

Of his old husk: from head to tail 

Came out clear plates of sapphire mail. 

He dried his wings: like gauze they grew; 

Thro' crofts and pastures wet with dew 

A living flash of light he flew. 

~ Tennyson

This Little One Takes Our Blues Away...

Go you and, with such glorious hues,

Live with proud peacocks in green parks;

On lawns as smooth as shining glass,

Let every feather show its marks;

Get thee on boughs and clap thy wings

Before the windows of proud kings.

Nay, lovely Bird, thou art not vain;

Thou hast no proud, ambitious mind;

I also love a quiet place

That’s green, away from all mankind;

A lonely pool, and let a tree

Sigh with her bosom over me.

~ William Henry Davies

Common Kingfisher has been bestowed some of the brightest colours & hues - more than enough to make poet out of anyone. A resident bird in India, it is widely found close to coastal areas & waterbodies. As the name suggests, this little packet of energy, calmly perches or sometimes hovers at a little height, before diving into the water to catch its prey.

Talking Harsh is Nothing to Crow About...

When you meet your friend on the roadside or in the market place, 

let the spirit in you move your lips and direct your tongue.
Let the voice within your voice speak to the ear of his ear;
For his soul will keep the truth of your heart as the taste of the wine is remembered
When the colour is forgotten and the vessel is no more.

 ~ Kahlil Gibran


http://urbanyayawar.blogspot.com/2011/03/talking-harsh-is-nothing-to-crow-about.html

 

A time to follow your dreams!

There comes a time in life

When there is nothing else to do

But to go your own way.

A time to follow your dreams,

A time to raise the sails of 

Your own beliefs!

Don't let your fears stand in

the way of your dreams!!

~ Sergio Bambaren in "Dolphin - Story of a Dreamer"