"nanda" poems - Hello Poetry

Cloud and snow spume drift about your summit veiling your face Ma Nanda Devi fixing my gaze to eternity Rising like a giant shard of rock carved over a million years, snowfields scoured by avalanches, your steepled peak a vast cathedral Impossibly tall and steep you rise abruptly over a guardian ring of summits witness to your inner realms of being, the outer gorge of Rishi Ganga's roar Climbers say in higher climes light contrasts with darkness, flower leas with worn ridges, fear with elation O paradox of the sublime your name means Joy, enduring Joy The veil lifts, was it the smoke of fires lit by sages on your summit? Your natural symmetry of two identical peaks suddenly at ease is visible from my cottage window.

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Jul 10, 2016

Jul 10, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC

neera-kashyap

MOUNT NANDA DEVI

Cloud and snow spume drift about your summit veiling your face Ma Nanda Devi fixing my gaze to eternity Rising like a giant shard of rock carved over a million years, snowfields scoured by avalanches, your steepled peak a vast cathedral Impossibly tall and steep you rise abruptly over a guardian ring of summits witness to your inner realms of being, the outer gorge of Rishi Ganga's roar Climbers say in higher climes light contrasts with darkness, flower leas with worn ridges, fear with elation O paradox of the sublime your name means Joy, enduring Joy The veil lifts, was it the smoke of fires lit by sages on your summit? Your natural symmetry of two identical peaks suddenly at ease is visible from my cottage window.

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"We work with the substantial, but the emptiness is what we use." If all things were equal it plays out like this: A rainy day and we're at the Rose Garden Your father bought the seats. He enjoys that I like sports so much, Takes him back to a simpler time when he played in a gym similar to this Where he met your mother You're in black and it has nothing to do with the team colors You say it's a phase and I believe it We scale Nanda Devi and you look the part of the mountain's name You look the way you did on the afternoon I met you. I wonder where the levee is this time Above the clouds we are naked to the sun and the sky, naked and raw to each other and it feels whole and honest Feverish night in a dive bar in La Paz there are skulls on the wall I think to what end Men and women crowd the floor The band is hitting its stride after a marathon set We dance until we are both in many different places Some of which involve the person we are dancing with Sometimes we are alone in front of a mirror I've never had to help you stand at the end of the night You never have to ask me to go outside Intertwined tightly on a twin bed, maybe for the night A train eats up track in the distance. We remember now when we shared a room. (Tops of two bunk-beds, as if lying on two different shores) Arms around you and I forget the concept of possession

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Sep 30, 2011

Sep 30, 2011 at 2:59 PM UTC

craig-dotti

Nanda Devi (Reprised)

"We work with the substantial, but the emptiness is what we use." If all things were equal it plays out like this: A rainy day and we're at the Rose Garden Your father bought the seats. He enjoys that I like sports so much, Takes him back to a simpler time when he played in a gym similar to this Where he met your mother You're in black and it has nothing to do with the team colors You say it's a phase and I believe it We scale Nanda Devi and you look the part of the mountain's name You look the way you did on the afternoon I met you. I wonder where the levee is this time Above the clouds we are naked to the sun and the sky, naked and raw to each other and it feels whole and honest Feverish night in a dive bar in La Paz there are skulls on the wall I think to what end Men and women crowd the floor The band is hitting its stride after a marathon set We dance until we are both in many different places Some of which involve the person we are dancing with Sometimes we are alone in front of a mirror I've never had to help you stand at the end of the night You never have to ask me to go outside Intertwined tightly on a twin bed, maybe for the night A train eats up track in the distance. We remember now when we shared a room. (Tops of two bunk-beds, as if lying on two different shores) Arms around you and I forget the concept of possession

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My boy, you've left me for eight months I'm searching you like in great hunt I found you in my blurry dreams Why was I not let go up-front? To live few more at fifty plus I've used up all my heartbeats pump You'd instead live more in your teens You'll hit all your aim with a jump The reason you're that I survive How should I spend my nights and days? Could I stand tall without a beam? We were together all the way Imagine how I'm lonely one A statue somehow I become No sound I heard and blank was seen I'm dumb and all of my parts numb

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May 1, 2021

May 1, 2021 at 4:03 PM UTC

Wai-Phyo-Win

To my son Nanda

My boy, you've left me for eight months I'm searching you like in great hunt I found you in my blurry dreams Why was I not let go up-front? To live few more at fifty plus I've used up all my heartbeats pump You'd instead live more in your teens You'll hit all your aim with a jump The reason you're that I survive How should I spend my nights and days? Could I stand tall without a beam? We were together all the way Imagine how I'm lonely one A statue somehow I become No sound I heard and blank was seen I'm dumb and all of my parts numb

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Suddenly you've gone Togetherness is not long I miss you deeply my son My only one With your death, you've taught me all the facts How to understand the disease called EDS Too much complex! It presented problems no one could accept You were bearing these on your death bed Pain! days and nights Your spines were not that right Muscle spasm on your backside So do your heart and even your eye sights Moving slow Enema ***** helped to pass down the flow That is called 'diarrhoea overflow' You've suffered all these... no one knows I couldn't sleep till the first light Now forty days and forty nights These nights were the worst nights in life I must overcome to be right Missing you is my only right Can't see solace on my way tonight Thar Thar! My son! Wakes up! And help me to survive first Then advise me how to live my life To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st September 2020

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Dec 26, 2020

Dec 26, 2020 at 10:21 AM UTC

Wai-Phyo-Win

Forty Days and Forty Nights

Suddenly you've gone Togetherness is not long I miss you deeply my son My only one With your death, you've taught me all the facts How to understand the disease called EDS Too much complex! It presented problems no one could accept You were bearing these on your death bed Pain! days and nights Your spines were not that right Muscle spasm on your backside So do your heart and even your eye sights Moving slow Enema ***** helped to pass down the flow That is called 'diarrhoea overflow' You've suffered all these... no one knows I couldn't sleep till the first light Now forty days and forty nights These nights were the worst nights in life I must overcome to be right Missing you is my only right Can't see solace on my way tonight Thar Thar! My son! Wakes up! And help me to survive first Then advise me how to live my life To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st September 2020

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While I'm polishing the chandelier I remember we listened Sia together On all the facets, saw your faces reflected It was like a movie or a mystery sound tract As the crystals become sparkle You're surrounding me in multiples Now I'm in solitide: the one you left Without a hint the day would turn into a cleft Noone tell me to take a rest as you used to be I thank you for always taking care of me To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st September 2020

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Dec 26, 2020

Dec 26, 2020 at 10:16 AM UTC

Wai-Phyo-Win

Feel My Tears As They Dry

While I'm polishing the chandelier I remember we listened Sia together On all the facets, saw your faces reflected It was like a movie or a mystery sound tract As the crystals become sparkle You're surrounding me in multiples Now I'm in solitide: the one you left Without a hint the day would turn into a cleft Noone tell me to take a rest as you used to be I thank you for always taking care of me To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st September 2020

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O mother Give me the moon toy Drink will not I Dhauri cow's milk Nor will I Plait my hair! Now will I Roll up on the ground I will not come To your lap! Neither will I Take the pearl necklace Nor the jhanguli one Will I be called Nanda's son But not yours! O Jasoda takes him By his ears! And says softly Oh baby don't tell your brother More beautiful than the moon Will be the bride I'll bring you Hearing this he spake Oh then,ma Get me Wed just now,not late Soor friends all will be The groom's companions And thus sing Auspicious strains Without suspicions!

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Mar 8, 2018

Mar 8, 2018 at 6:40 AM UTC

amit-narayan-satpathy

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O mother Give me the moon toy Drink will not I Dhauri cow's milk Nor will I Plait my hair! Now will I Roll up on the ground I will not come To your lap! Neither will I Take the pearl necklace Nor the jhanguli one Will I be called Nanda's son But not yours! O Jasoda takes him By his ears! And says softly Oh baby don't tell your brother More beautiful than the moon Will be the bride I'll bring you Hearing this he spake Oh then,ma Get me Wed just now,not late Soor friends all will be The groom's companions And thus sing Auspicious strains Without suspicions!

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I need only one more dawn my dear boy There are things I've to say to you in mind Suddenly leaving without my knowledge No chances to comfort your last damage All untold plans now burning to ashes Secured for life, avoid harmful splashes Now it's like built a castle in the cloud Though I've made my best for you to be proud Thanks! telling me most of your emotions Forgive me! I haven't paid full attention You're so kind hiding that'll hurt my feelings I can't fill your wants: the last twelve seasons Forgive you all, needless to say a word A boy, no more guilt than everyone does Talking in the absence of your presence Pain is creeping like cancer with penance It's easy to say to get refuge in Buddha Dhamma In reality, I'm not a man with Pārāmi Ariā Must I find a way to live with full of inner peace Or come to you to protect and provide whatever you need? To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st Seotember 2020

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Dec 26, 2020

Dec 26, 2020 at 10:07 AM UTC

Wai-Phyo-Win

One More Dawn

I need only one more dawn my dear boy There are things I've to say to you in mind Suddenly leaving without my knowledge No chances to comfort your last damage All untold plans now burning to ashes Secured for life, avoid harmful splashes Now it's like built a castle in the cloud Though I've made my best for you to be proud Thanks! telling me most of your emotions Forgive me! I haven't paid full attention You're so kind hiding that'll hurt my feelings I can't fill your wants: the last twelve seasons Forgive you all, needless to say a word A boy, no more guilt than everyone does Talking in the absence of your presence Pain is creeping like cancer with penance It's easy to say to get refuge in Buddha Dhamma In reality, I'm not a man with Pārāmi Ariā Must I find a way to live with full of inner peace Or come to you to protect and provide whatever you need? To my late son Nanda Phyo Win who passed away on 1st Seotember 2020

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You are a part of this di scion A fallacious stride hurts your articulus genu Genuinely sore wa tsumete wa, kokoro ko nanda demo natte Genus and class doughnut matter when you're in the dorsal shadow Underclassmen stifled by the pernicious tsuakata kumorobi do Flying on swift imagination, rare as imaginary folklore I wish I could fly and soar

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Jul 21, 2019

Jul 21, 2019 at 3:35 PM UTC

aditya-roy

Affect (le plus animé)

You are a part of this di scion A fallacious stride hurts your articulus genu Genuinely sore wa tsumete wa, kokoro ko nanda demo natte Genus and class doughnut matter when you're in the dorsal shadow Underclassmen stifled by the pernicious tsuakata kumorobi do Flying on swift imagination, rare as imaginary folklore I wish I could fly and soar

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