Praveen Kumar In Celestial Glow
PRAVEEN KUMAR with his more than three decades of government service at senior levels and as a poet of thirteen published collections and as an author of five volumes on matters of governance and administration is a familiar face in Indian intellectual circuits. His more than 30 contributions on governance and administration to prominent national dailies like The Hindu, Indian Express, Deccan Herald and Times of India and other periodicals and journals were extremely popular and often sensational by their innovative unorthodox thoughts.
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Praveen Kumar In Celestial Glow Poems
When I heard how her world, shattered, When I learnt how her life, wrecked, A promising future, sheared to shreds, So shocked was I, I began to sink,
Though one in soul and mind and body, In several lives, we consoled each other, And yearn to sail together to eternal time, Why unseen hands enjoy keeping us apart?
Honesty is like lovely flowers, Blossoming in their own trees, Fair and simple without strains; Honesty is pure inner voice,
As long as we keep each other alive In place in space in furrows in soul, No wind or shock wears us from other; As long as we lend concern and tend,
Truth And Reality
Reality is truth; truth, reality, This is how the world is made; Truth is cause; reality, becoming, This is how the world operates.
You don't know how deep I carried within When I came with flowers and lighted lamp And offered to you in silent prayers; But you knew, in grief I was falling apart
India, not a country, India is Universe itself; A mini Universe Of gargantuan galaxies
What is beauty I wondered often, Is beauty, there or really here, Or nowhere, a chemistry perhaps; It strikes like bolt from anywhere
Bottomless chasm is death, Mysterious black-hole, Where and when of it none know; Is death an end itself
Often I wondered what is fear, Is it here, or there, or anywhere, Or is it within self-induced lair Of uncertainties in fantasy’s fair!
Birds, both small and giant More than all the stars in the sky, I held in hand and snugly fondled; Oft I held a few to heart,
The rosy hue of lovely bright spring, The lively fragrancy flowers swing, The divine joy cool breezes bring, Songs cuckoos from quietude wring
Mansions I for long built in dreams, Day and night for dear years, For you, and where I crowned you, Where lights and colours dazzled soul,
Poetry and Poet
Poetry is poet's inner world, Churnings of Self in distinct words; Poetry is not black and white, Grey, nuances of diverse hues
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When I heard how her world, shattered,
When I learnt how her life, wrecked,
A promising future, sheared to shreds,
So shocked was I, I began to sink,
And world at large lost sense for me;
I wanted to know more three years since,
But blindfold I was, alas, dark all round,
And found light in soul fast losing shine,
Without me aware, tears rolled from eyes.
Most sensible, sincere, sweet flower she is,
Gentle in heart, simple, fragrant for all;
She hurts none, bears odds of all worlds,
Selfless to the core; sacrifice, her mark,
No jealous or ...