like a gentle breeze
your constant presence
where have the storms gone ?
18 thoughts on “breeze”
Sir,
In my own poor judgement the Storms like the Moon have their own Phases and limitations. Ruled by the Laws of limitation. Mythologically both the gentle breeze and the storms have a common God the Pavana (My Daddy Strongest – Hanuman). May be they are having a family get together.
Vinod Agarwal – Trying to create a World View of his own.
the roar of the storms
gone at dawn
of the gentle breeze
the shadow of gloom
gone at dawn
of the gentle bloom
the gentle touch
the gentle sway
the gentle swing
of symphony at play
the storms have gone
shekhar………enjoy the breeze !
hello again Shekhar ji,
Sir, if you are talking of a beloved’s constant presence then even the storms feel like gentle breeze don’t they? Please do correct me if i am wrong…
its really nice to read your poems again…. 🙂
Dil ki baath zuban pa ake ruk si gayi…
ki zammana kya kahega…
jeene na diya zamane ne…
jeena na aya zamanei mei…
.
.
only left to ‘nurture’ thy self in thyself
hugs lu kya?
HugZzzz
Let the stroms go on vacation
No one needs stroms
but that would be asking too much with destiney
sometimes I pray to god…you know
give me stroms but
give some breeze in between…
Last night I was watching this Tom Hanks film “Cast away” …It made me go with gamut of emotions…in the end Tom talks about destiney…everything was perfect and then stroms come boom…things change…and in the end of film there is hope…
so i think…stroms be there…but they must not come in all the time…everywhere…breezes must be coming too…heck what am i saying anyway
Lovely !! Is this Haiku ?
The only thing that troubles me is “constant” presence. It kind of contradicts “moving” breeze and the fact that the storms “were present earlier”.
i love this…..
reminds me of the LORD,
if one makes place for HIM in one’s heart, listens to his voice….all the storms in one’s life vanish.
somehow i feel you are NOT talking about yr beloved here, but about GOD.
particularly, as it is so brief…..
thanks for this shekhar, i love yr poems, shivani
Basant ritu may be.
🙂
lovely.
Much happiness, sir.
best.
i see gental breez as presence of atimate devine power, invisible energy that keeps us in control even in strom
Sometimes it looks as if the Master is cruel. But the Master has to be cruel because he loves you, because he has compassion for you. It may appear paradoxical in the beginning — because if you have compassion, then you can’t be cruel. That is the complexity of the work: that if the Master is really compassionate he cannot sympathize with anything that nourishes your ego.
So I have been in every way shattering your ego. You have been crying and weeping and freaking out…but slowly slowly things have settled. The storm is no more and a great silence has come in.
– OSHO
Before the storm
the air is still
the birds stop singing
It is eerie and still
Calm continueth not long without a storm – Anonymous.
ah silence…
who is here???
crumbles …
of an old piece of bread …
staring at me…
where have you been???
forgive me …
I seemed to have forgotten you…
lost somewhere…
in non man’s land…
and yet …
there you are…
reborn…
as a thousand butterflies …
I still feel you …
in my child’s …
little hand…
the one who believes …
We are never alone …
We are infinity …
ah…
how miraculous …
angels wings …
disguised …
as old crumbs …
where do you go…
when I feel all alone???
Hi shekhar,
You inspire to write
Breathe
I want to breathe now
in a fresh air
fresh from terrorism,khaki gunda’s
fresh from illetracy,poverty
its claustrophobic here
wanna throw away my mask
and breathe free
I want to breathe now
in a fresh air
What is better gentle breeze or a storm?
I prefer gentle breeze…………………….
When you are in love, like a gentle breeze, you feel the constant presence of that person in your life.
Where are you from? Is it a secret? 🙂
Have a nice day
GlenStef
Sir,
In my own poor judgement the Storms like the Moon have their own Phases and limitations. Ruled by the Laws of limitation. Mythologically both the gentle breeze and the storms have a common God the Pavana (My Daddy Strongest – Hanuman). May be they are having a family get together.
Vinod Agarwal – Trying to create a World View of his own.
the roar of the storms
gone at dawn
of the gentle breeze
the shadow of gloom
gone at dawn
of the gentle bloom
the gentle touch
the gentle sway
the gentle swing
of symphony at play
the storms have gone
shekhar………enjoy the breeze !
hello again Shekhar ji,
Sir, if you are talking of a beloved’s constant presence then even the storms feel like gentle breeze don’t they? Please do correct me if i am wrong…
its really nice to read your poems again…. 🙂
Dil ki baath zuban pa ake ruk si gayi…
ki zammana kya kahega…
jeene na diya zamane ne…
jeena na aya zamanei mei…
.
.
only left to ‘nurture’ thy self in thyself
hugs lu kya?
HugZzzz
Let the stroms go on vacation
No one needs stroms
but that would be asking too much with destiney
sometimes I pray to god…you know
give me stroms but
give some breeze in between…
Last night I was watching this Tom Hanks film “Cast away” …It made me go with gamut of emotions…in the end Tom talks about destiney…everything was perfect and then stroms come boom…things change…and in the end of film there is hope…
so i think…stroms be there…but they must not come in all the time…everywhere…breezes must be coming too…heck what am i saying anyway
Lovely !! Is this Haiku ?
The only thing that troubles me is “constant” presence. It kind of contradicts “moving” breeze and the fact that the storms “were present earlier”.
i love this…..
reminds me of the LORD,
if one makes place for HIM in one’s heart, listens to his voice….all the storms in one’s life vanish.
somehow i feel you are NOT talking about yr beloved here, but about GOD.
particularly, as it is so brief…..
thanks for this shekhar, i love yr poems, shivani
Basant ritu may be.
🙂
lovely.
Much happiness, sir.
best.
i see gental breez as presence of atimate devine power, invisible energy that keeps us in control even in strom
Sometimes it looks as if the Master is cruel. But the Master has to be cruel because he loves you, because he has compassion for you. It may appear paradoxical in the beginning — because if you have compassion, then you can’t be cruel. That is the complexity of the work: that if the Master is really compassionate he cannot sympathize with anything that nourishes your ego.
So I have been in every way shattering your ego. You have been crying and weeping and freaking out…but slowly slowly things have settled. The storm is no more and a great silence has come in.
– OSHO
Before the storm
the air is still
the birds stop singing
It is eerie and still
Calm continueth not long without a storm – Anonymous.
ah silence…
who is here???
crumbles …
of an old piece of bread …
staring at me…
where have you been???
forgive me …
I seemed to have forgotten you…
lost somewhere…
in non man’s land…
and yet …
there you are…
reborn…
as a thousand butterflies …
I still feel you …
in my child’s …
little hand…
the one who believes …
We are never alone …
We are infinity …
ah…
how miraculous …
angels wings …
disguised …
as old crumbs …
where do you go…
when I feel all alone???
Hi shekhar,
You inspire to write
Breathe
I want to breathe now
in a fresh air
fresh from terrorism,khaki gunda’s
fresh from illetracy,poverty
its claustrophobic here
wanna throw away my mask
and breathe free
I want to breathe now
in a fresh air
What is better gentle breeze or a storm?
I prefer gentle breeze…………………….
When you are in love, like a gentle breeze, you feel the constant presence of that person in your life.
Where are you from? Is it a secret? 🙂
Have a nice day
GlenStef