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BEFORE THE TECHNOLOGY TOOK OVER.
How beautiful were those days
When tech had not touched us
To spoil our minds and hearts
When life was simple and plain
And ambitions too were not very rosy.
When poetry music and art
Use to inspire us to touch the sky
On the wings of our imagination
As then our dreams too were simple
And love use to empower our hearts
To swim across any deep ocean
While singing the songs of love.
When television had not snatched
Our leisure hours from everyone of us
And we use to dance and sing
On the call of heart touching tunes.
When mobiles had not spoiled our minds
While snatching from us,
Our peace of mind
When computers were a remote cry
And internet had not ruined the purity of minds.
When as children we use to enjoy the life
While playing the Gend Tadi* (throw balls)
Or even the Gilli Danda*
As they all use to fill us with a serene joy
Which the new technology has snatched
From our kids and younger generations.
How beautiful were those days
When we use to enjoy the company
Of human minds and hearts
Unlike the numerous appliances
Which we keep close to our hearts
instead of love, music and friendship.
The new generation would never know
The beauty of those precious joyous moments
Which used to embrace our hearts
And were the result of love and affection
Which always come from non tech things.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpir India 29th Oct. 2016
Inspired poem from a Photo published by Julia Ward on face book.
* Indian village simple games which are played with the help of a rubber ball and two wooden made Gilli two side conical small rod and Danda ( a little bigger rod).
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Pink- Pink- Pink-
Every peak has its own attractions,
Like the mountains,
The mounts of a woman,
Have always remained,
Her pride possessions. 01
It has the charms,
More intoxicating than wine,
As it reveals the beauty,
Of a woman's alluring binds. 02
These mounts gives,
The wings of imagination and colors,
In the mind of an artist,
And they arise the passion,
In lovers mind.03
Their rise and fall,
Has shaken great empires,
Under their cool and peaceful shade,
The dreams of a child form shapes. 04
Its serenity has given birth,
To most pious and holy figures on Earth,
And their warmth have shaped the dreams,
Of many powerful kingdoms on Earth.05
They feed life giving milk,
To every new born light,
Every time they laugh and cry,
These lofty mounts,
Help in forming shapes,
When the child begins its story. 06
But these pride possessions,
Of a woman,
These lofty inspirations,
Of Poets, Writers and Artists,
These magical charms
Which often become more attractive,
Than the face of a woman,
Are facing,
A wide spread pollution,*
Which is the unwanted gift of
Modern living and
They are also the gifts,
Of worst living habits,
Adopted by thousands,
and millions of woman,
As they fall prey,
Before the charms,
And shows of modern generation. 07
Many such wonderful women,
Who are in the grip of this pollution,*
Have brought this curse on them,
Mostly because,
Of their own follies and errors. 08
Many such suffering women,
Can really get rid of,
From the curse of this pollution,*
If only they can show,
The courage to adopt,
The natural way,
Of living and breathing,
Possible under the boon like shade,
Of real Yoga. 09
The reasons,
Of the distortions,*
Of their pink pink ribbons,
Are mainly the results,
Of their own creations,
And these results,
Are not something,
For which,
One should blame,
The destiny or God every time. 10
Some of the serious reasons are,
Not caring rightly,
For one’s own pride possessions,
And the lack of,
Physical manipulations.
Not keeping,
A cool and calm mind,
And eating,
From morning till night,
All the junk foods and wine. 11
And working,
Beyond all time limits,
While stressing,
your peaceful mind. 12
Running and more running
To catch others,
So that you may not leg behind. 13
And madly crying,
For more and more wealth,
Even if you have sufficient,
For your life time. 14
Are the reasons,
Which invite the pollution,*
To sow its rotten seeds,
To spoil,
The enchanting valley,
Which exists,
Amid the mounts of,
Pink pink flowers. 15
The pollution,*
Can still be derived out,
With the little practice of Yoga,
But it remains untouched,
And unsung about,
By most of the modern women. 16
These otherwise elegant women,
Regularly face the problems,
Of distress,
Lack of peace,
And sound sleep.
Which ultimately take away,
Their happiness,
And coolness of mind,
Resulting in strengthening more,
The un sprouted seeds of pollution.* 17
Still it is not too late,
If they can only change,
Their life styles,
Their eating and drinking habits,
And adopt from today,
The way of natural living,
By adopting,
The boon like Yoga. 18
As the practice of Yoga,
Not only add years to your life,
But life to your years, as well. 19
Ravindra
Kanpur India 15th Nov. 2012
*Pollution- The other name of Cancer.
Those who want to share their views on My above Poem may
write to me on my yahoo mail id: kapoor_skk@yahoo.com I
would welcome your brief comments and if possible I will reply
you. Thanking you in anticipation. Ravindra K Kapoor
Inspired by Poet Destroyer I am dedicating this Poem to all those women of the world, who are facing any such problem of Pollution* And to those also who are not facing it, so that their life my feel the joy of living under the blessings of Yoga.
Ravindra
TO OVERCOME OR TO TAKE PRECAUTION ON THIS PROBLEM UP TO SOME EXTENT- ONE CAN START WITH ANY ONE OR TWO OR THREE OR ALL FIVE OF THE SIMPLE YOGA EXERCISES I HAVE GIVEN IN MY ‘YOGA IN POEM’ SERIES 1 TO 5 ON POETRY SOUP IT- SELF. YOUR COMMENTS WOULD BE HIGHLY APPRECIATED. http://www.poetrysoup.com/poems_poets/poem_detail.aspx?ID=490745
IMPORTANT NOTE: The best effects of Yoga can only be obtained if it includes the main exercises of essential ‘PRANAYAMA’ otherwise it wouldn’t yield the desired results and PRANYAM should be learn properly first. Ravindra K Kapoor
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Pleasures of Moving on Moon
You have always charmed us by your beauty, O Moon,
Sometimes fascinating Heer and Ranjha*, and sometimes,
Mesmerizing Romeo and Juliet.
Sometimes you have spread your charms, on the monuments of Love,
Alluring the beauty of Taj*, in the full moon light of Purnamasi*
O, Moon how many faces of Love and Beauty you have,
When you stroll silently on a snow covered maintain,
The beauty and your grandeur becomes envy for the heaven.
For Poets and Writers you have immense stories and inspirations,
For Lovers you are more precious than gold and diamond,
For singers you are like the soul of their songs,
For Boatman’s, you are their sole companion of their silence and turbulence.
While watching you so intensely from earth,
I felt, as if I was wondering on the silver surface of you O, Moon,
Moving and feeling, no gush of wind,
No moisture of Rains and dryness of Sun,
No falling of leaves, in the season of Autumn,
No bending of rivers, flowing from mountains to oceans
No murmuring of birds while mating and chatting,
No change of seasons to engage my mind and heart,
Still I was fascinating to move on the silver surface of you, O Moon.
Walking on your surface was a strange experience for me O, dear Moon,
As I was trying to feel the unique pleasures of earth,
While moving on your silvr surface, O Moon.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 22nd November 2010
Soon I will post this as My Photo Poem with the Photograph of Moon on my Blog and on face
book, which I took on 22nd Nov. 2010
• Heer and Rangha. The Indian Lovers like Romeo and Juliet
• Purnamasi. The Day as per Indian calendar, when we can see the full Moon.
• Taj. Refers to the world famous Taj Mehal monument of Agra, India.
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Ravindra K Kapoor Poem
The Magic of September Wind
IMPORTANT NOTE: I have changed this Poem into a love Song with some changes
here and there and soon you can hear this Song on my music channel on You Tube RavindraKK1 or on my Radio Jango's 'Ravindra K Kapoor Radio'
Or use (copy & paste) the
URL: http://www.jango.com/music/Ravindra+K+Kapoor/Tomorrow
The cool soothing breeze,
Which blows today,
Shall not be the same,
Touching my heart tomorrow.
The night Moon which peeps,
From behind the moving clouds,
Shall be telling,
A different story tomorrow.
The stars which appears to be,
Singing a Song,
When the cool wind touches,
May not twinkle with a smile tomorrow.
The alluring clouds,
Which moves and swings in the sky,
With the dancing leaves and trees,
Will be forming some new shapes tomorrow.
The butterflies and birds,
Which sings a joyous song,
To welcome the blooming flowers and wind,
May not be spreading their wings tomorrow.
The Rainbow which has opened,
Gateway of colors to invite and welcome,
The migrating birds of September,
May not be visible even after Rains tomorrow.
All that moves and fills my heart,
With the beauty of Nature and the magic of Love,
May be pleasing some other eyes,
And it wouldn't be called mine tomorrow.
But the joy and love they have given to me,
While enchanting my mind and heart,
Will never vanish from the thoughts of my mind, and
It would remain there as a Song for today and tomorrow.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 07th September 2012
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Ravindra K Kapoor Poem
A GIFT FOR EVERYONE
ESPECIALLY
FOR CHILDREN
The Mulberry Tree & its Birds
IMPORTANT NOTE:
Now watch a short Video film made by me (placed on my Music Channel on You Tube) based on this Poetic story and enjoy a Great Secret revealed in this short Video Film about India's grand past and about its prosperity and how it was stolen nearly 2500years ago. Use the following URL :
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One day
When Bulbul* was warbling
On its branches
A strange big bird with round beak
Came over there
To eat Mulberry’s sweet fruits
The bird was expert
In changing its colors
Like the colorful sky
But like some arrogant child
She could not make anyone
It’s friend on the Mulberry tree.
By the time
Anyone could have spotted its beauty
It suddenly changed its colors
And became invisible,
Before others
While hiding behind the leafs
And the branches of the Mulberry
Alone the bird came over there
And alone she flew away
Without any friend
For some other tree. 10
Suddenly,
The sparrows began to chirp
Watching a Koyal* sitting
Somewhere very close to them
On a nearby branch of a tree.
But, strangely, for all of them
A Neelkanth* also
Came over there
And opened before them
Its beautiful blue color wings.
From where the Neelkanth came
And for what destination,
It would leave no one knows.
Before the eyes
Could have feasted fully
All that, beauties of the Birds
And the beauty,
All around, the Mulberry tree
A Yellow Green bird
Came to drink,
Water filled in a Pot
Which was lying on my terrace,
Not very far off
From the Mulberry tree. 11
In those moments
It seemed to me,
As if, someone has opened
A treasure
Of precious, colorful birds
For the tree. 12
The Shahtoot*,
Used to play often
The Music
Of flapping sound,
Of its leafs
Whenever, the wind blows
With, its strengths,
While, touching the leafs
And shaking its branches
While saying slowly
In the ears of the Mulberry
“Dear Shahtoot –
Create Music in the air”
So that, we may dance together
On the tunes of the wind. 13
And then the Mulberry
Began to show
Its beautiful dance
On the tunes
Of the fast blowing winds
And watching that dancing beauty
Of the Mulberry tree
And the beauty
Of its dancing leafs,
The birds
Often used to get filled
With an unknown
Happiness and joy
But, sometimes
The dance of the Mulberry tree
Causes fear in birds
And then they began to make
Loud noises like crying
To show their fear and anger. 14
But, when they were happy
The birds began, to chirp loudly
As if,
They were greeting, the Mulberry
For such a wonderful dance
and music. 15
I used to get astonished and lost
To see,
Such an excellent beauty
And grandeur of Nature
Which, always reminds me
My relations with you,
O’ Shahtoot, which is as old,
As are the days, of my childhood
When we used to play
Kilkil Kaantaa*
On the lower branches, of your tree
And my childhood friends
Used to come like birds
Searching the chalk lines
Made by me, on your branches
And cutting them
To tell that they have found
The treasure, hidden by me. 16
But, I always feel sad
O’ my dear friend, Shahtoot
That I could not save you
From those onslaughts
Due to which
You just vanished,
Suddenly one day
For ever and forever. 17
Now, that place
Where, the Mulberry used to smile
Every Morning and every day
Hardly get any birds
To listen to, the melodies of Koyal*
And the chirping sound
And music of
Bulbul* and of the sparrows.
Even our, kids and children
Of today
Hardly get, any opportunity
To see now colorful birds
Flying and sitting
On a branch of tree.
They almost never see
The Neelkanth* flying in the air
While showing, it’s gorgeous
Beautiful blue wings
To tell the story of its birth
O’ my dear friend
Shahtoot*. 18
But, perhaps
This Poem on you,
O’ my friend ‘Shahtoot’
Would make you immortal
For ever
Because, now you would live
In the hearts of everyone
And you would bloom
On the mind and hearts
Of little kids and children
Who would plant more and more
Mulberry trees
So that colorful birds may
Keep coming on their trees
And they may enjoy
The beauty of Nature which lies
In Plants, Trees, Birds
And Animals.
Such efforts of the
Of kids and children
Would make you immortal
For ever and forever
When they would listen to
This story of yours
And of the singing birds
Which always come
On your trees
In the season of Mulberry. 19
Ravindra
Kanpur India 10th November 2013
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*Bulbul=A sweet singing Bird of India
*Koyal= A melody Bird of India
Shahtoot= The Hindi name of Mulberry tree and its fruits
*Kilkil Kaantaa= Kilkil Kaantaa* A child game of India in which,one player makes some lines by chalk on any such object which can be searched by the other player to cut these lines and win.
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In this Poem I have not placed only a small part of this unique story which would be the real attractions of my Video based on this unique story.Hope you would like that full wonderful story of my Video as and when it would be placed on my You Tube Channel. Love and best wishes..Ravindra K Kapoor
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A Song If this is My Country..
This Song is dedicated to the brutal Rape victim of Delhi and it’s a message for My Countrymen. The Original song is in Hindi on You Tube with Song Lines Text in English. The Song contains many situations universal and of concern of many counties of the world. The Photos used in the Song too conveys some message and I hope my friends on Poetry Soup would let me have their opinion. The original Song can be viewed on my You Tube channel or through following URL
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A Song If this is My Country.. Part 1
If this is my country
It is yours also
Then why you are making
Such a condition of this land. 01
The dreams which we had seen
To make this country
A land, dearest to everyone
On Earth.02
Those dreams are weeping
And crying,
Whenever they see
You or me. 03
Is this the way
To make a new world for us
By nipping and crushing
The dreams and expectations
Of each and everyone. 04
By making the poor innocent children
As street baggers
What an India of my dreams
You have made O’ makers. 05
If this is my country
It is yours also
Then why the woman’s respect
Is looted everyday on its soil. 06
Is the man of today is so helpless
That those who rob the respect of women
Are set free every day,
So that, they may rob again
What an India of my dreams
You have made O’ makers.
Then why you are making
Such a condition of this land. 07
You and Me both have born on this soil
And on its soil only
We would part our last breath. 08
After centuries of long struggles
We had received back
Our Garden
And After great difficulties
We had started seeing
Some blooming. 09
We could have made it again
A garden full of flowers
A garden on which
All the seasons
Would spread their splendors. 10
But what you have made
Of our montherland
A story on which
The world would only laugh.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 07th Jan. 2013
Dedication
This Song is dedicated to that Bold Girl
Rape Victim of Delhi
Who has sacrificed her life
So that Other Rape Victims
Of India
May be saved.
Ravindra
My Channel on You Tube "RavindraKK1"
When Rapes are increasing like a viral disease it is time we should find out the reasons, which are creating an atmosphere of such crimes against women all over the world. It may be a serious problem right now for countries like India but the day is not far off when, when those who are creating such viral through internet would be the worst suffers. My Poem and Video on You Tube on this problem is a very small effort in that direction….Ravindra K Kapoor
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A GIFT FOR EVERYONE
ESPECIALLY
FOR CHILDREN
BASED ON A TRUE STORY
IMPORTANT NOTE:
Now watch a short Video film made by me (placed on my Music Channel on You Tube) based on this Poetic story and enjoy a Great Secret revealed in this short Video Film about India's grand past and about its prosperity and how it was stolen nearly 2500years ago. Use the following URL :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=l5dpe5_GRKE
The Mulberry Tree & its Birds
My Mulberry tree, in its season
Used to get loaded
With its sweet, Mulberry fruits.
To eat these sweet fruits
Birds of different colors
and species
From even far off places
Used to come to eat
And to play, on its branches.
Watching these lovely birds
When they eat
Its sweet fruits and play
Was a joy for the Mulberry
Which can, only be felt
If you ever see the Mulberry
When it is loaded
With its fruits and birds
In the, season of Shahtoot* . 01
The birds, used to come
To stretch, their colorful wings
Sometimes, to show their beauty
And sometimes, to show their
Their affection for the tree,
But, when they were
In the company, of their friends
And soul mates
They used to sing, some lovely songs
For the Mulberry tree. 02
Seasons come and seasons go
The buds of yesterday, becomes
A blooming flower of today
As, life keep rolling
With the change of time
But even, in the season of
Fast blowing winds
The Mulberry tree remains
Spreading, its smiles,
Like, an innocent child. 03
Only, in the season of falls
When it use to shed its leafs
The tree,
Becomes, sad and lonely
For a while. 04
But soon again, the tree
Becomes happy and smiling
When, birds return
And come, to Joy fully play
On its, thick and thin branches
The game of love and affection
While singing, their songs
In praise, of the Mulberry tree. 05
Hearing those
Lovely sweet voices and
Singing of different birds
Seems very familiar sometimes
But sometimes,
They seem so alien
To me. 06
It was not easy to understand
What, these birds say and sing
In their sweet lovely language and words
But one thing was clear
That they used to tell,
The Mulberry tree
That they would come again soon
To eat, its sweet fruits
And to sing songs
For that lovely Shahtoot*
Full of fruits. 07
Today, while searching and looking
Towards that side of the sky
Where, the Mulberry tree
Used to spread, its smiles
Every morning and everyday
The birds find only,
A blank space in the sky
And they go away
Sadly from there
To some other place
In search of a
New Mulberry tree.
Those colorful birds,
Who used to show their presence
While, playing and jumping
Up and down, when they skip
On the branches,
Of the Mulberry tree
While singing
Their sweet lovely Songs,
Have almost fled away
For some unknown place
Forever and forever. 08
Those birds
Often, used to get lost
In their sweet singing voices
And lovely notes
Which were very dear
To their soul mates . 09
Ravindra
Kanpur India 1st November 2013
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To be concluded in 2nd
* Shahtoot = Mulberry
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The Beauty of Charkha the Spinning Wheel
The Poem is dedicated to Mahatma Gandhi and his Charkha.
When first time I looked
At the Wooden Charkha*
With a child’s curiosity to know,
What it was?
I had seen it
Without caring and knowing much,
What actually the thing was?
For me in my childhood days,
It was then
Just a toy like instrument with wooden wheels
Equipped with some simple mechanism
To move a wheel from one hand
And to take out the yarn
On the wheels of the Charkha
From the other
Emerging like a never ending rope
Resembling the heavenly figures
Which attracts the viewers
In all the classic works of art.
To me in those moments
The making of the yarn on a Charkha
Was like coming out of a magical thing
From the white cotton lovely small bales
From which the Charkha was
Pulling the threads
And twisting the thin yarns
To make to make it a stronger weaving yarn.
The outcome was astonishing
In the form of cotton yarn
Which the spinner produces
On the wheels of any Charkha
By his soft and simple hands
It was a thing which would have fascinated
Any child and even the grownups
In those days
When the treasure of knowledge
Was not so easily available
By clicking a button or moving a mouse
And simple things used to give us
The most delicious pleasures of life
Which we try to find and keep searching
In every possible places today
With the help of innumerable
Search engines.
I had very little idea in my early childhood
How a fabric was made from cotton tree
And what it was
That we know as cotton
Which ultimately gives us
The most fascinating comfort and pleasure
In the form of our soft and sweet
Lovely dresses.
Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 24th May 2015
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A Poem for My Distant Friend PD
This Poem is dedicated to Poet Destroyer PD
Inspired by Linda-Marie SH of Poetry Soup
A Poem for My Distant Friend PD
What gift, I should send to you?
My distant friend,
Which can fill your heart,
With Joy and Happiness,
Like sweet mid summer Rains,
Which would fill you,
With the fragrance, which comes,
From the first drop of Rains,
When it falls on the heated soil, and
Splashes as
An intoxicating fragrance
To keep you Happy
Without sorrows and pains.
I am trying to give a shape to my gift,
With my words only,
The moment you would read it,
Sound and Music,
Will come to your mind and
Colors too would emerge
As clouds emerges
Every now and then.
The moment you would see,
These words and lines,
Coming from a distant friend and
A place not much known,
A strange happiness,
Would fill your heart
My dear Poet friend.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 3rd Oct. 2012
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A Poem as a Tribute on Mothers Day Part 1
In the broad day light of one May afternoon,
When the heat of Sun was scorching and unbearable,
to move outside our dwellings, and
The atmosphere was almost pinching
I was a little busy in my room in completing,
my new song lines
When I heard that favourite sound of my favourite bird Koyal
Coming like a cool breeze
In that hot summer time. 01
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After a while, I heard that voice again
And then I noticed,
The melody of the lovely bird coming from a close by distance,
The Koyal was singing on a near by green Ashoka’s tree,
which I had spotted earlier,
A few of these Ashoka saplings were planted by me
Long ago in my footpath garden,
And now all those kids and children of yesterdays’
Were smiling, as handsome youth of today
This I had done to make that footpath clean and green
With many saplings of Ashoka, Neem
With Gurhar, Guava and Shareefa (Custard apple). 02
Then I remembered the 9th May of my young days,
When on a similar hot afternoon I got that terrible news,
While coming from an outdoor work towards my home,
When a family friend of ours informed me,
that my Mother was no more in this world
In those sudden terrible moments,
I felt as if, I had lost the most beautiful and
the most precious treasure of my life
I could not understand for some long moments,
what that someone was trying to tell to me,
about my Mother. 03
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Suddenly, the melody of Koyal awakened me again,
From that dream like sequence of my yesterdays and
I was trying to again listen to that song
Which the Koyal was still singing,
In its lovely sweet voice from its hidden place of stay
On that tall green Ashoka* tree,
Without complaining a single word, about the summer’s heat,
And of the western hot wave,
Which was blowing outside in its peak. 04 * Ashoka tree’s Botanical name is Saraca asoca
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I noticed, how different are the behaviour of these birds,
Unlike we human beings
Who start their conversation usually with a complaint,
about the whether and often course the weather,
Even if, it is too pleasant and good. 05
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The melody of the bird reminded me,
How my mother was not only an inspiration for me, but
She was also the inspiration of many others,
Her vocal singing of simple folk songs and Indian classical musical Ragas,
With the sweetness of her loving heart used to charm everyone,
Who met her even for a while. 06
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Ravindra K Kapoor
Kanpur India 12th may 2019..To continue in Part 2
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