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What's the use of this life?
I think and drown myself into solitude.The stream of my thought flows always.But, two thoughts never meet.They run
together.One is full of optimism.The other is pessimistic.I'm torn between these two. more »
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Neela Nath Poems
A River Of The Will
A river of the will, Plays in my mind. I call her to come out, But she stays behind.
My stupid I, do not know, the sight of the falling snow.
Silence tells more than words. When you have to tell more, Throw silence towards, And close windows and door.
Long, Long, Long, Long Ago
Long, long, long, long ago, There lived a man named Santiago He loved to play his pipe day long, By the rivulet and hill along.
100s Of Years
Trees can live for hundreds of years, They well know to live together! They tuft to earth, as child's to mom, Light, water, and air they do share!
Walk With Me A while
Walk with me for a while, Throw your glum, and please, smile- Our heaven is not very near..... See there a grove of pine,
Lend Me The Light
Lend me the light, From your soul; Lend me the celestial Spark, to get into the
My Dream, My Pet
It lies and sleeps with me and wakes me up, in the morning. It sweeps my gloomy sky and mops the soot of mind's every corner.
Never Try To...
Never try to mirror, My image thru your Words and face! I know how to kindle,
Her eyes are blank, Clothes torn, ragged & patched Beauty has taken renunciation long past; She has no rank,
No Star I Can See
There is no star, Which I can see From my window... Boundless darkness
I'm sunk under the shadowy thought of green not of envy, but of nature's serene scene,
Bloom Where They Are Planted
Let bloom my desires, where they are planted. I know that each prayer, can not be granted.
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A River Of The Will
A river of the will,
Plays in my mind.
I call her to come out,
But she stays behind.
She flows and says-
O, let me do the thing,
Which I desire;
I'm now a spring.
Just telling this,
She jumps from myself,
Riding on a cloud,
She flies like an elf.
With a pensive mood,
I sit by the window,
It starts raining outside,
My room gathers shadow.
I think, where's my will?
She isn't in the sky-
A whisper comes in my ear,
I can't believe my eye....
The drops of rain fall there,
Wetting my hot face,
Tell me-'Dear we are here, ...