On His Blindness

When I consider how my light is spent
Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide
Lodg'd with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest he returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask. But Patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies: "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts: who best
Bear his mild yoke, they serve him best. His state
Is kingly; thousands at his bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest:
They also serve who only stand and wait."

-- John Milton

Wake Up!!

Have you fallen asleep?

Rise,O rise,O striver!

promises you;ve to keep..

by you pass

when you were down

many up the hill you want

you've competants

die hard contestants

and time so fast to creep!

Walks down the lonely road

of life, so hard and wrought

even a beggar

who has to bear

upon what others have got.

Walks along ,the similar roads

a filthy turtle small

who has nothing

but a nutshell as all

and speed,ever so smaller

but hopes held high

it walks along

and wins above the taller!

So,dont you watch

wait for none

and think before you speak

and in the dusk

sure,you will find

plenty joys to reap.

-Himadri

I am Nobody.

"I am nothing special; of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts, and I've led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I've loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough." ~ Nicholas Sparks from The Notebook.

I am Nobody.

I am a common man

and have had a common life

have had a little house

two children

have had a loving wife.

I am a common man

have had no meticulous thoughts

have had cup of tea each evening

not even dreamt of a rich wine glass.

I am a common man

no special have had ever treats

I am a common man

no knighthood, no wisely traits.

I am a common man

and have died now

no tombs will be there, raised

no stones at squares.

But I know somehow

that He is there

watching me

and simplicity He has praised.

-Himadri.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening

The title of this blog is taken from a classical work by Robert Frost, the oft-quoted American poet. Frost often wrote about the rural life of New England. He was very popular and won four Pulitzer prizes during his lifetime. This poem was written in 1922 and published in 1923 in his New Hampshire volume.

Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

My Sunset

Here it comes

the lonely dusk of

one like the other days.

far and far

there stretched are

silences' sways..

dust swings its calmly gown

as it smiles down the earth

warm air swirls and roasts my dry heart

in its invisible hearth

paints my self ,brown.

and makes myself still more lonely

towards the night so lovely

to all hail & hearty

sorrow on my part.

As I watch the setting sun

poets admire

the red ball of fire

drippling down the rippling waters of Ganga

I see the same reflected inside self

huge ball of ire

slipping down the throat of my Shelf.

I get up on the sands

ready to go back

I feel the last shines

of the Gobblet

setting behind the pines.

My footsteps dim

& the horizon darkens

muting all the rhymes.

-Himadri

My Dream One Day

The whole world cries
outside me
saddens me all round.
My environs seem running to me
like a million roaring sounds.
I run here ,
and I run there
but no shelter was found
and I was torn to pieces
by a hoard of hungry hounds!
They tore apart
each limb and flesh
& I opened my eye:
Oh!
I was asleep
And had got up:
It was a dreams’ long bounce..


-Himadri