The World below the Brine

" below the brine" by Neha

The world below the brine,
Forests at the bottom of the sea, the branches and leaves,
Sea-lettuce, vast lichens, strange flowers and seeds, the thick tangle, openings, and pink turf,
Different colors, pale gray and green, purple, white, and gold, the play of light through the water,
Dumb swimmers there among the rocks, coral, gluten, grass, rushes, and the aliment of the swimmers,
Sluggish existences grazing there suspended, or slowly crawling close to the bottom,
The sperm-whale at the surface blowing air and spray, or disporting with his flukes,
The leaden-eyed shark, the walrus, the turtle, the hairy sea-leopard, and the sting-ray,
Passions there, wars, pursuits, tribes, sight in those ocean-depths, breathing that thick-breathing air, as so many do,
The change thence to the sight here, and to the subtle air breathed by beings like us who walk this sphere,
The change onward from ours to that of beings who walk other spheres.

- Walt Whitman

in time of daffodils

"Potpourri " by Neha

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

- E E Cummings

To You

" On the road" by Neha

STRANGER! if you, passing, meet me, and desire to speak to me, why should you

not speak to me?

And why should I not speak to you?

- Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass

i carry your heart with me

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing,my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

- E E Cummings

Dosti jab kisi se ki jaye

" To the other side" by Neha

Dosti jab kisi se ki jaye

Dushmanon ki bhi raye li jaye

Maut ka zahar hai fizaon may

Ab kahan ja ke sans li jaye

Bas isi soch may hun duba hua

Ye nadi kaise par ki jaye

Mere mazi ke zakhm bharane lage

Aj phir koi bhul ki jaye

Botalen khol ke to pi barason

Aj dil khol ke bhi pi jaye

- Rahat Indori

Oh! The Places You'll Go

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Congratulations!

Today is your day.

You’re off to Great Places!

You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.

You have feet in your shoes.

You can steer yourself any direction you choose.

You’re on your own. And you know what you know. And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.....

.....You’ll get mixed up, of course, as you already know. You’ll get mixed up with many strange birds as you go. So be sure when you step. Step with care and great tact and remember that Life’s a Great Balancing Act. Just never forget to be dexterous and deft. And never mix up your right foot with your left.

And will you succeed?

Yes! You will, indeed!

(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you’ll move mountains!

So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!

Today is your day!

Your mountain is waiting.

So…get on your way!

- by the incomparable Dr. Seuss

I read " Oh, the places you'll go" thanks to my very dear friend from South Africa and I can't thank her enough. One of the most beautiful and profound piece of writing undercover as a Children's book! Incidentally, the first book by Dr.Seuss that I've read happens to be the last book that Dr.Seuss wrote. Sometimes doors open backwards! Read it here: http://www.teamhope.com/seuss.htm

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Log har mor pe

"Pause" by Neha

log har mor pe ruk ruk k sambhalte kyun hain

itna darte hain to phir ghar se nikalte kyun hain

main na jugnu hun diya hun na koi tara hun

roshni wale mere nam se jalte kyun hain

nind se mera talluq hi nahin barson se

khwab a a k meri chat pe tahalte kyun hain

mor hota hai jawani ka sambhalne k liye

aur sab log yahin ak phisalte kyun hain

- Rahat Indori

Creating, yet not

" Intersection" by Neha

Under heaven all can see beauty as beauty only because there is ugliness.

All can know good as good only because there is evil.

Therefore having and not having arise together.

Difficult and easy complement each other.

Long and short contrast each other:

High and low rest upon each other;

Voice and sound harmonize each other;

Front and back follow one another.

Therefore the sage goes about doing nothing, teaching no-talking.

The ten thousand things rise and fall without cease,

Creating, yet not.

Working, yet not taking credit.

Work is done, then forgotten.

Therefore it lasts forever.

- Lao Tsu, Tao Te Ching

Tum aao to sahi

'Dreamworld' by Neha

Tum ko hum dil mein basa lengay tum aao to sahi
sari duniya se chupa lengay tum aao to sahi

ek wada karo ab hum se na bichro gay kabhi
naaz hum sareY utha legay tum aao to sahi

bewafa bhi ho, sitamgar bhi, jafa peshah bhi

hum khuda tum ko bana lengay tum aao to sahi

raah tareek hai aur door hai manzil lekin
dard ki shammain jala laingay tum aao to sahi

tum ko hum dil mein basa lengay tum aao to sahi
saari duniya say chupa lengay tum aao to sahi

-Mumtaz Mirza

Key to Urdu Words: Basa: To dwell, Naaz: Pride, Jafa: Oppression,Taareek: Dark

Listen to this beautiful ghazal by Chitra Singh here

Tree

" Everybody's Tree " by Neha

I think that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree

A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed
Against the earth's sweet flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray,

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair

Upon whose blossom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems were made by fools like me
But only God can make a tree.

- Joyce Kilmer

Came across this poem lovely as a tree after my first meeting with an arborist ..another chance meeting with another wonderful human being!