"naidu" poems
Led down from the tower
Head high and hands bound
Blindfold declined against the wall
Black square pinned to his heart
Eyes afire and shining proud
He sang...
He sang of Caruso, Townes Van Zandt
Pavarotti, Bocelli, Mercury,
Carreras, he sang of Antoine,
Of Sinatra, Lennon, Morrison, Redding
He sang and songbirds paused in flight
He sang like them all
He sang a song of himself
Of leaves of grass, of second comings
Of Byron, and Bharti, and Cummings
He sang of Neruda, and Plath, Tagore
Dickinson, Kamala Das and Naidu
Oh, he sang of them all
He sang of art and beauty
Of Mona Lisa and starry nights
Girls in green dresses and pearls
He sang of Van Gogh, of Picasso
Of Rembrandt, da Vinci
He sang of Michelangelo
He sang of sadness, pain
He sang of My Lai, Sand Creek
Of Guernica and Krystallnacht
He cried and sang of Wounded Knee
Of Katyn Forest, Sabra and Shatila
Oh, he wept as he sang
He sang of history and wonders
He sang of Olduvai and pyramids
Machu Picchu, Tikal, and Angkor Wat
He sang of a great wall, the Taj Mahal
Stonehenge, Easter Isle, Mesa Verde
His song took us to them all
He sang of courage
A song of Bunker Hill, Gettysburg
Of the Alamo, Normandy, Stalingrad
Of Lincoln, Guevara and Dr. King
He sang of Bolivar, Bhutto, Ghandi
He shamed us with their song
He sang his song...
As women sighed and peasants cried
He sang until the rifles fired, he died
Songbirds fell from the sky
Soldiers broke their guns on stones
And marched into the deep blue sea.
r ~ 4/12/14
Apr 12, 2014
Apr 12, 2014 at 7:05 PM 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
Rise, brothers, rise, the wakening skies pray
to the morning light,
The wind lies asleep in the arms of the dawn
like a child that has cried all night.
Come, let us gather our nets from the shore,
and set our catamarans free,
To capture the leaping wealth of the tide, for
we are the sons of the sea.
No longer delay, let us hasten away in the
track of the sea-gull's call,
The sea is our mother, the cloud is our brother,
the waves are our comrades all.
What though we toss at the fall of the sun
where the hand of the sea-god drives?
He who holds the storm by the hair, will hide
in his breast our lives.
Sweet is the shade of the cocoanut glade, and
the scent of the mango grove,
And sweet are the sands at the full o' the
moon with the sound of the voices we love.
But sweeter, O brothers, the kiss of the spray
and the dance of the wild foam's glee:
Row, brothers, row to the blue of the verge,
where the low sky mates with the sea.
Feb 13, 2014
Feb 13, 2014 at 2:58 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
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
In noon-tide hours, O Love, secure and strong,
I need thee not; mad dreams are mine to bind
The world to my desire, and hold the wind
A voiceless captive to my conquering song.
I need thee not, I am content with these:
Keep silence in thy soul, beyond the seas!
But in the desolate hour of midnight, when
An ecstasy of starry silence sleeps
On the still mountains and the soundless deeps,
And my soul hungers for thy voice, O then,
Love, like the magic of wild melodies,
Let thy soul answer mine across the seas.
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 4:11 AM UTC