"chandra" poems
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha sabhi ka samman kiya jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha sabhi logo me ekta hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha atithi ko bhagwan ka darja diya jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha aurato ko devi kaha jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha hindu muslim sikh esai sabhi bhai bhai hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha mata pita ko dharti ke bhagwan mana jata hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha sabhi log desh ke liye marte hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha mahatma gandhi, Bhagat singh, Subash chandra bose jaise beero ne janam liya tha,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jaha par sanchai aur ekta mishal hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain....
Jaha ki nadiya sudha jal deti hain,
Hum us desh ke vashi hain.....
Jise log bharat ya india kahte hain...
JAY HIND
JAY BHARAT
May 20, 2015
May 20, 2015 at 4:34 AM UTC
We live in a country,
where people are respected.
We live in a country,
where people 's unity.
We live in a country,
Where the hotel is supposed to be god.
We live in a country,
Where women are like goddess worship.
We live in a country,
Where hindu muslim sikh and christians are all brothers.
We live in a country,
where parents are considered to be the god of the earth.
We live in a country,
where all people have to die for the country.
We live in a country,
Where subash chandra, Azad and Bhagat singh was born as braves.
We live in a country,
Where truth and honesty is a precedent.
We live in a country,
Where the rivers are provide pure water.
We live in a country,
where the flag is always undulate.
we live in a country,
Those who call india.
JAY HIND JAY BHARAT
May 21, 2015
May 21, 2015 at 3:49 AM UTC
Seteguk apapun, semua tak akan berakhir
Aku adalah seorang pemabuk yang selalu menguarkan harum arak kemanapun aku pergi. Anggur, dan berbotol-botol ***** telah kutenggak pagi ini. Dan hanya hari ini pula aku ingin bicara, tentang segenggam racun yang kalian semua suntik ke dalam nadi dan pembuluhku.
Topeng
yang dengan bangga kalian pakai
tak ubahnya ketelanjangan
hanya mengumbar malu dan aib
Tawa
yang sesenggukan kalian jeritkan
hanyalah tangis jiwa kalian yang memudar
memutihkan kejujuran dan kebajikan
Oh, beginikah cara kerja dunia
berduri dan berbatu, sama saja
disetiap lajurnya
kemanapun aku pergi, dijejali
mulutku dengan dusta dan hanya dusta
belaka
Menghitamnya jiwaku, seandainya
bagai langit malam
tak ada chandra di ufuknya
Sudah selayaknya aku berkabung atas jiwaku, dimana dia merintih penuh sesal dan tanya. Apakah lalu lalang motor dan diesel itu memusingkan kepala atau hanya sebuah kesibukan belaka. Dan dengan itu pula jiwaku berakhir, terdiam, dalam kematian.
Kukubur dia dengan layak, diantara nisan-nisan lain disekitarku, yang diberi nomor, sesuai urutannya. Jiwaku tersungkur di nomor tujuh. Beruntung sekali!
Kukubur dia, pelan sekali dengan tertidur. Tak berharap bangun lagi di keesokan pagi. Kutaburi bunga-bunga dan prosa yang harum, dan kusiram dengan sebotol Martini dan bir.
Harum. Seharum embun yang kau injak ditepian jalan.
Wangi. Sewangi sukmamu yang kuingat telah pergi.
Aku adalah pemabuk. Yang selalu menenteng sebotol arak, bermabuk di tepian jalan kehidupan. Mengambil jeda diantara kalimat-kalimat mencela dan busuk, yang tergelincir masuk ke dalam telingaku.
Botol-botol inilah sang penawar, berminum pula para nabi terdahulu menyesali umatnya, sedangkan aku?
Menyesali kalian.
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 12:30 PM UTC
*mummy, mummy,
who invented school?*
oh, sweetheart,
what a clever girl you are;
why don't you tell me first
who you think invented school?
*I think, mummy,
school must have been invented
it must be by people
like old grumpy Uncle Grim
next door;
and the grouchy Aunty Scowl
who lives behind our house*
oh no, darling,
oh no, not at all:
O darling,
wise men and women
of the past
they invented school
*oh, mummy,
they couldn't
have been wise
not if you went to school
and see what happens in class;
surely those men and women
of the past
couldn't have been wise
if they created places
where little kids are tested
every three days;
and little John thinks he's stupid
and little Sue says she'd rather
stay at home and sleep;
and Tua and Helen are always
tense and nervous
and Chandra snores while the teacher talks*
oh no -
oh, no darling,
oh no,
it's not like that at all:
O darling,
they were wise and all-knowing
those
sage men and women
of the past
who invented school
so little children like you and your friends
can go and learn all you need to know
*but why mummy,
why a school?
is it because daddy and you
and grandma and grandpa
you know nothing and
you can't teach me
what I need to know?*
oh, no darling,
oh no not at all;
O darling,
you must listen to mummy -
wise men and women
of the past
most certainly
they invented school
Oct 19, 2010
Oct 19, 2010 at 10:31 AM UTC
Misalabi is a town
That we can call our own
Here everyone gets feed
Even if it's not a human breed.
Behind the beautiful walls
Of molten rock
Live people with big *****
In this little town
We have our own clown.
Crowds are filled with enthusiasts
We are estranged
From everyone
By dreams and goals.
Everyone wants to be someone
Everyone wants to chase
With hope as their base
Like 'Ethu' the sailor
Everyone wants to taste failure
But never give up on dreams
That's what we have been taught
By "Ethu" the sailor.
We can't borrow
Anyone's situation, anyone's talent
We got a use what we have
That's what we learned from
Ethu's courageous stories
That are popular in Misalbi town
Told many times by our own clown.
We all need the clown
Of Misalabi town
That laugh away every pain every failure
And who is so much inspired by
"Ethu"the sailor.
Here days are hope
After every dawn
That anyone can be in top
Only if we give our best for sown.
~Naidu Chandra Pegu ~
Nov 15, 2016
Nov 15, 2016 at 1:03 AM UTC
There is a guy
Who wants to fly
To the blue sky
He had been told
Not to chase dreams
But he is indeed bold
Cause he had not given up on what he hold...
He is in searching for a new world
In the lonely road he is on
Dreams and courage are only his own.
They told him he is mad
For they think his decisions are bad
His eyes began tear
For the things that he fear
But he didn't thought for things that could harm
Even whisky and ***
Has level it can cause some.
The world that he is searching where no one's eyelashes are wet
Where you can get anything you desire
Where no one is there to judge your attires
That world is fading
Cause dust of cruelty and greed
That they have breed
In their souls
For they want to win don't care fair or foul
Nor despondency nor despair
Could ever break him
Cause when the mind soar
He knows that how to roar
He reached his destination
With flowers in hand
No! He didn't go anywhere
He just changed his way of living
He just changed the way of seeing the world
He just become the part of revolution
That is to stop demonical evolution .....
~NAIDU CHANDRA PEGU~
Nov 20, 2016
Nov 20, 2016 at 5:21 AM UTC
I know you're not mine
But OK! its fine
Even though i can't ask you for dine
Nor for a cup of wine .
I try to be indifferent
when he holds you in his arms
Though I'm not a charm
But i know he is a harm.
I want you to be happy off course
But want to be the source
Its a paradox but personified.
The roses that I gifted you
Embellish your fair
Only if you tie in your hair.
My intentions are crystal clear
To love you and to be loved by you.
Its my heart and my will
I will spark love
In every breathe that you take.
It's my game
And it is certainly not for love fame
Great love stories in history
For me are always a mystery .
I will die in shame
The day I forget to love you
I can spend my whe life in expecting the same.
I'm optimistic
But not being realistic
I dream to conquer every
Chamber of your heart .
I don't belong to the naysayers
For I know god answer my prayers.
My glance turn into stare
How long i have to bare
This pain
Without having anything gain.
I'm on a roller coaster
That goes neither up nor down .
I'm starting to wonder
Is it because of my skin colour brown ?
My one sided affection
I want to deliver it to you without defection
The imperial affection.
The end
Naidu Chandra Pegu
Nov 4, 2016
Nov 4, 2016 at 11:29 AM UTC
On empty street
As I pass by
My faith fades
As there is no shades
Just fallen leaves
Just fallen leaves
Oh lé mother earth
Behold these greedy humans
Behold them exploiting you
Their eyes glows
with never ending thirst
Their hearts are darker then the dark
And a mind of hatred
On empty street
As I pass by
My faith fades
As there is no shades
Just fallen leaves
Just fallen leaves
They are on verge of destruction
After every hurricane
They blame each others lands for climate change
Non of them really even bothered to ask their conscience
And know the devil within
They won't change
They think freedom is
To greed to exploit
And they term it as exploring the capability of mother nature
For nurturing their kids
Oh lé! mighty storm
Vanish their lands
Oh lé! mighty storm
Wash away their greed
Freeze their lands
For they won't change
For they won't change
On empty street
As I pass by
My faith fades
As there is no shades
Just fallen leaves
Just fallen leaves
~Naidu Chandra Pegu ~
Dec 4, 2016
Dec 4, 2016 at 7:15 AM UTC
In the rage of the majestic storm
I am not afraid
For you are my hope
Even in the rocking boat
I'm cocky as the majestic storm
For you are with me
For you are with me
I know I'm lost
I know I'm lost
Lost in your love
Lost in your world
I'm lost in you ....
In the wilderness of your heart
Oh! My love I'm lost
For you are with me
For you are my hope
For I know I'm yours you are mine ....
In the dark
I am not afraid
For I know we will find our way home
For I know you are with me
For I know you are my hope
For I know you are my sunshine
For I know I'm yours you are mine...
Written by Naidu Chandra Pegu
Sep 17, 2017
Sep 17, 2017 at 10:46 AM UTC
no cliche flowers,
petals ripped off and stuffed
under our naked bodies.
no sweet nothings whispered
into the deepest crevices of my ears.
no, nothing but
ratty floral couch
under freezing toes,
and silent breathing
-we didnt want to wake up his friends parents-
it didnt hurt,
he moved my body like i was the ocean
tide
pulling in and out
it felt like a mixture of cold
disbelief and riveting
ecstasy.
he didnt even know it was my first time,
and when i told him later, poison almost
visibly dripped down his lips,
but he was quick to **** it back in and sugarcoat
it with honey flavored chapstick.
and i'm not saying i regret it
because it was nice.
but "nice" is not enough for Chandra Lunah Moore.
and afterwards, when he tried to lock me to the small
foam and spring innards
couch
with his soft legs glowing golden with the help of an
off-kilter lamp in the corner,
when my muscles strained against his,
i knew the frightening power of human
desire.
how when he didnt offer a drag from his
cigarette
at all afterwards, just ****** at it needily,
all for himself,
didnt drape his jacket around my
treacherously shivering shoulders
like he had on the walk there,
didnt carry me the rest of the way,
stomping through the snow,
lips bitter after two long drags
off a joint,
he didnt hold me like he did so many times before,
(almost like he believed he was heavier with the weight of my
saved up childhood, like some kind of bank account. life savings,
dragging on his shoulders, making them, sag. skin heavy with my touch.
and i was lighter, without it.
i could walk.
he was obviously carrying the real burden.)
i knew, when he kissed me goodbye and it tasted like
a
wasted night
spent on not getting what he
wanted
i knew he was meaningless and i would
never again settle for
just
nice.
Jan 22, 2014
Jan 22, 2014 at 1:27 AM UTC
Every year on 26th January I turn on my TV at 8
To watch our soldiers marching, planes gliding and tanks rolling through India Gate
Watching these soldiers march in their handsome uniforms makes me extremely proud
And on this day we also mourn the losses of people who, for the Nation, wore the shroud
This day, unlike others, isn’t just a holiday for me
It symbolises the day when, from British rule, we finally broke free
The sacrifice and struggle that Indians went through then were huge
In their own country, they couldn’t be a refuge
Jawaharlal Nehru, Mahatma Gandhi, Subhash Chandra Bose were a few who fought for our country and shot to fame
But what about the thousand others who sacrificed their entire lives, but we still don’t know their name!
Do you know why 26th January 1950 was the chosen date?
Because exactly 20 years on the same date the INC proclaimed the Declaration of Independence after winning the debate!
This day celebrates the coming into force of India’s constitution
This is the world’s largest document and respects every institution
But after all these years is India still an independent republic
Or is it a monarch hiding in the skins of general public?
Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 7:34 AM UTC
But when I
look into your eyes
I see innocency........
But when I
Look into your eyes
I see obscurity
But when I
Look into your eyes
I could see thousand years
You and me spending together
Side by side
In each other's warmth
Growing old in each other's company .....
~NAIDU CHANDRA PEGU~
Nov 4, 2017
Nov 4, 2017 at 10:58 AM UTC
Another dull winter day painfully crawls away
into garden-variety biography
just a run-of-the-mill résumé
filled with antecedents whilom
and to top it up
a corrosive impostor syndrome.
I lie quietly in the flickering, yellow light
of a jaundice-stricken forty-watt bulb
trying to think about something superb
which would somehow improve
the way things do (or do not) move
in my achromatic life.
Nothing worthwhile emerges.
Only some vague urges act out
from their stingy hideouts.
The clock pushes the evening further
into the dry, arid chill of the night so still.
I sigh and switch off my ghost-like
sleepy, vapid eyes
into the ancient time-line
of a vast, un-bridged solitude
in my quarantined, immotile life.
© Chandra S., 1995
Jan 28, 2020
Jan 28, 2020 at 10:09 AM UTC
Passion is carefree, often buoyant.....breezy,
and is absolved perpetually of prohibitory rationality.
Being logged in to it for a little over eternity,
this is exactly how I have felt:
intense, steamy
...maybe a bit frenzied.
Passion is also a sudden, swift salvo.
On many a fleeting occasion, ergo;
I have come perilously close
to suggesting my maudlin ardor
and poetically propose
an incredible romance,
which if you dismiss;
shall break my heart in two
and if not;
shall break a home or two.
It is like this therefore,
that I have come to feel
like an outlawed fugitive
and as if in the wink of an eye,
a million lonesome nights have passed,
sorely bruising and tearing me apart
between the hearth and the heart.
Tonight:
the first one after those million;
I am transcribing my thought
to tell you that I am hooked,
as though in a playback loop -
a weary, age-old vinyl record;
pitching forward, skipping backward
in a pestering, irksome Xerox
of scratches, static and blips;
all in the same little sector
where there was once music.
❉
Maybe that is why I surprisingly realize
the pain of passion, and slowly capsize
into a drifting, dry sleep
devoid of all dreams
of you.
© Chandra S., 2013
Jan 9, 2020
Jan 9, 2020 at 7:15 PM UTC
Sometimes you feel so low and sometimes so high,'melodies',yes it's all about the melodies.
Sometimes you get them,sometimes you don't.I was watching a leaf falling from a tree at a very low speed and I knew if I run I could get that but my half of the energy got ******* while thinking and half in running and I couldn't get that.Though I was determined but I couldn't get that.
Life is like this only,once you think that you got the moment in your hands,somebody from the other planet seizes that moment.Nothing is sure,me,you or anybody can die right at this moment,the cause may be anything.
In the end,sometimes it will be crest and sometimes it will be trough.But we all need to maintain that entropy.
~Himanshu Chandra
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
At the foothills of vintage age
you feel perceptibly less somber
for there are only meager remains
of mostly forgotten days -
little to smile, rue or cry for
and an amorphous
yet obligingly finite future -
trifling to put together or fight for.
So dear Chandra:
here is a congratulation:
It must be awesome -
this imminent privilege of geriatrics
and this stolen bit of transient freedom;
the real laissez-faire to yearn
and to die for.
timorously cajoled
from time’s exacting, puritan dictum.
Dec 28, 2019
Dec 28, 2019 at 8:38 AM UTC
Sublime feeling,destroying
Ladders of pain,painstakingly furious.
A pure evening,she's dress'd,
Black and white,curious.
Candles,small lights flickering across the balcony,
My blood,colour disrupted,cunning.
The black thread on my left hand,running tight,
She'd say,to open it.
Lots of stories hidden inside that,how can I remove,
How can I remove?
My thumb,still feels weak,
Walls of my heart feels leak.
All the shadow running in my intestine,
feels like large is merged with small,
Her beautiful eyes,weird like marijuana,
feels like amphetamines,
Superhero I was.
Not frightened with sadness of darkness,
Frightened with the fake obligations of happiness.
Shakiness of my school streets has gone,
The taste,aroma of tarmac has gone.
Feels like she's still there with orange bar in her hand,
Lips orange,soul red and pure,
And I collected clay in the form of sand.
-Himanshu Chandra
Sep 28, 2016
Sep 28, 2016 at 3:14 PM UTC