by Sandip Goswami |
Categories:
life, love, philosophy,
I asked to my father
Baba, What is life?
He politely said to me, "Life is Duty ."
I asked to my mother
Maa, What is life?
She said to me with smile, "Life is Responsibility ."
I asked to my teacher
Sir, What is life?
He said to me with love, "Life is Education ."
I asked to my spiritual master
Gurujee, What is life?
He said to me with confidence, "Life is Devotion ."
Today my son who reads in class nine
Asked me
Babai, What is life?
I have said to him, "Dear, You are my life ."
(Father means BABA, BABAI and Mother means MAA in Bengali language. Gurujjee means spiritual master in Indian society)
by Victor Buhagiar |
Categories:
love,
A Tribute to Slim Whitman
He led his horse towards a pool,
Near a lovely large cotton tree.
Far away, he heard the hooves
Of a thousand bison as they crossed
The dusty prairie in search of food.
Near at hand stood a large tepee
From where his lovely Indian emerged.
Dark hair, dark eyes. a beauty beyond compare.
She smiled but stood erect at the doorway.
Instantly, he lifted his guitar.
And in a yodel tune, he sang his love.
How oft he repeated his refrain,
"You belong to me,
I belong to you."
Finally, he put down his guitar.
Slowly, he approached her,
Tilted her lovely face up,
Their lips met in a sweet, lingering kiss.
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
international, introspection, love, , atheist,
I'm a Catholic,You're a Muslim
I'm an Orthodox ,You're a Protestant
I'm a Hindhuist,You're a Buddhist
You're an Atheist,and I am a Mormon too.
You're an African,I'm American
You're an Asian,I'm a European
You're a Mexican, I'm an Indian
You're an Arab,I'm a Jew
But prior to all our distinct differences
I'm a Mother ,I'm a Father
I'm a Sister,I'm a Brother
I'm a Son,I am a Daughter
and I'm Human just like you.
by Paul Callus |
Categories:
travel,
I read with greed John Master's books,
to Indian culture introduced.
I grew to love a distant land;
by her allure I was seduced.
To Indian culture introduced,
I felt the urge to go and see
the striking beauty of her face,
the charms bestowed abundantly.
I grew to love a distant land
where the traditions are held high,
religion, races, culture, tongues
are deep-ingrained - will never die.
By her allure I was seduced,
this vibrant country in the east.
I plan to take a closer look
and let my eyes in wonder feast.
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Contest: Shall We Retourne
Sponsor: Debbie Guzzi
by Poet Destroyer A |
Categories:
break up, cry, feelings, i miss you, missing you, sad love, today,
(To give then take)
I shut my eyes for a few seconds today
Missing you, I wished you were here
Then suddenly the walls became dim
My heart murmurs your name
I swallow the tears behind my eyes
Claiming back the wish
Why would I ever let myself fall in love again?
By: PD
by Debbie Duncan |
Categories:
life,
Indian summers come
Then they slip away
Fish swim upstream to spawn
But they never stay
October came in 1955
I lay on my mother's breast
Love came to me one day
Then stepped away
There might be scars here
and there. But, there's still
The light of the angels
Shining thru her eyes
6/17/2017 11 pm Sat.
by Yerra Praneeth |
Categories:
feelings,
Festivals
We all meet each other ,greet each other
Happiness ,smiles spreading each other ,all around the world
Indian festival gives us fun ,new clothes ,pooja to the god in the early mornings ,so much of devotion ,prayers
Indian festival fun to celebrate
Festival makes us to foregt the bad past
Creates a new good begining
Festival fun to celebrate
So much of good happening spreading in the house
Lots of food preparing the house
Indian festival so much of fun to celebrate
Family staying together having fun together , strongest ,smart part of the Indian festival
Anyone would love to be a part of festival.
by Sakthee Ravichandran |
Categories:
mother, me, love, me,
To my Mother's Grace
The world and skies are not equal
To the grace of my mother
The heaven and paradises are not equal
To the love of my beloved mom
She guarded me as a pearl in the oyster
Her words and love will enough to live here
She fed me with her blood and
Gave me a life and soul here
My every pound of flesh,
My every turns and moves
Are her precious sacrifices in the world
The God and fairies will never be equal to her
She is my mother.I love her forever
SAKTHI RAVICHANDRAN AN INDIAN ENGLISH POET
by Archana Garg |
Categories:
culture, home,
Indian peninsula is not unknown to you,
Not only land its sky is wonderful too.
Diverse in climate and culture and
Indians worship mother - nature.
‘Atithi devo bhav.’ is our code of conduct, this is what scriptures instruct.
My flag – The Tricolour.
Yummy cuisine.
Perfect ecosystem.
Rich religious growth and spirituality.
Incredible beliefs and customs.
Devotion and meditation.
Exotic wildlife and what not.
India has all colors of the rainbow,
Festivals, fun, love and respect have easy flow.
*‘Atithi devo bhav.’ means guest is god.
Dt: 08/04/14
Third place win in a contest sponsored by Kim Merryman
Topic - Tell Me About Where You're From
by Lisha Porwal |
Categories:
confusion, fun, mental illness, school, teen, teenage, youth,
Hindi, English, maths are mine
Science so boring from my sight
I wanna fight with social science
Maths: my passion,
English: love
Hindi, you an Indian law
All you Britishers meet me once
I will show you in just a punch
Not only me, but generations hate you
So it's not a punch, some punches
You were one,
The event was one,
You died only once,
But appears in million
And costs OUR marks
Now you! ....science,
You are so deep
And sweet
Yet a freak
Please be peasy
Make me easy
Coz, I like you
When I get you
Be a good sub
Be a good sub
Maths...you grow up!
On your own, all your problems solve up,
And if not,
I am to solve.
by Red Fiery |
Categories:
dedication,
He drives along the countryside ,
speeding the hearts of all the woman.
Delivering his sumptuous smile ,
the enigma of his personality.
Deep blue eyes are purest in the world ,
A white man's love to die for !
I have bathed in oriental monsoon,
tasted the Indian wine
, but nothing as compared to his passion.
The gear of my heart is in his hands ,
My blood runs through the engine ,
He drives me to his heart's harbour,
For he is my sexy TRUCK DRIVER.
by Stephanie Pepper |
Categories:
age, beautiful, beauty, creation, feelings, first love, flower, goodbye,
You come from that place where Queen Anne’s lace
and milk thistle grow thick on the creek bank
behind the house.
Black-eyed Susans, opened to the sky,
sway strong and tall in the wind.
A dogwood blooms;
in remembrance of friends gone.
And the dust gathers
heavy over that forgotten place.
My heart closed up like a daylily
at moonrise.
And I, a late blooming rose,
far into an Indian summer.
You left; then I—
left and shook the dust not just from feet,
but hair, skin, bones.
It collected deep inside, though.
As you did.
We never said goodbye.
© stephanie pepper, 2013
by S.D. Tiwari |
Categories:
food, fun, life,
In Indian cuisine, potato is favourite.
People make variety of dishes and they eat.
Boiled, fried or in dosa.
Love too, filled in samosa.
On day of fast, consume one kg. at least.
Indians like potato, fries and finger chips.
In many other vegetables, they do mix.
No worry, if takes;
body, potato shape.
They are brave not afraid even of diabetes.
(C) S. D. Tiwari
dosa, samosa = names of Indian dishes
by Charmaine Chircop |
Categories:
analogy, love,
I am a Catholic , a Buddhist
a Muslim , and hindu too.
I am an American, an Asian ,an Indian
I 'm a European , an Arab , a Jew .
But , Prior to all the distinct differences
that separate our unity ,
I am him , I am her , I am us, I am them .
I am all human just like you .
by Khurram Khan |
Categories:
history, love,
Muslim came, Christian came, and they gave their separate fame
Maratha, the Rajput, the Mughal has done, to increase its name.
Buddha came; Mahavira came, wishing always India’s fate.
Aryan came, Dravidian, All gave the words of praise,
All came and gone, India always for all,
Land made no distinction at all.
Spread love is the message for all
As my country greater of all
Love made no difference that’s all.
by Andrea Dietrich |
Categories:
seasons, halloween, time,
Autumn, you are best in the time that I was born,
In the beginning, when children scurry to school.
Not in the end, when trees of leaves have been shorn
By winds or flurries of snow when days are too cool.
I love you in the time of Indian summer’s glow
When days are still bright, and they linger into night,
And trees along mountains are putting on a show,
Even to Halloween when we revel in fright.
Quickly how you pass into winter’s fierce grasp.
You fall, and only recollections can I clasp.
For Janette Fisher's
the Season of Mist and Mellow Fruitfulness Poetry Contest
by Michael J. Falotico |
Categories:
lost love
Way back in the years you gave to me your heart..
Yanked it back so fast before it could even start..
I pitter pattered through my mind to see what went wrong..
I questioned my inner mind to just see where I belong..
A gift so special torn away , the pain like a piercing dart..
P.D. Indian Giver Contest
by Supraja Kannan |
Categories:
fun, happiness, joy,
DIWALI-THE FESTIVAL OF LIGHTS
Divine and joyful
Indian Festival of lights,
Which unites
All religions.People
Light lamps to attain
Inner peace
They light up
Homes and cities,
Exchange sweets and gifts
Fun and excitement
Everywhere. People throng
Stores to buy
The crackers and clothes,
Intrigue by the
Vast collections.Both
Adults and children
Love this festival.
On this auspicious day,
Friends and relatives meet.
Lighting a lamp
Illuminates our lives,
Generates joy,
Happiness,and
The word Diwali brings
Smiles across the country
by Rajat Kumar |
Categories:
patriotic,
We lie
We shy,
We fight
We cry,
We vary
We envy,
We love
We sacrify,
Innumerous ways to unite.
A spirit which dignifies
Above all highs,
Lies an INDIAN inside.
by Deb Wilson |
Categories:
funny, girlfriend-boyfriend
He promised to love me forever
Then again he was just being clever
He took back his love
So I gave him a shove
Headfirst in cow dung-my endeavor!
** for Indian Giver contest
sponsored by(Destroyer ((Poet
by Robert Pettit |
Categories:
immigration, love, woman, , western,
This Indian doll is a lot like their cuisine.
Hot and spicy in the mouth, she surely is mean!
That’s the sensation I get whenever we kiss.
No western women I know can measure up to this!
This sweetheart is full of sugar and spice.
She is both sweet and hot, and everything nice.
To find her, I didn’t have to go to Mumbai or Calcutta.
She makes her present home right here in America.
I consider this Indian doll a wonderful dish.
Getting her attention was my number one wish.
by Cecil Hickman |
Categories:
brother, childhood, family, life, loss, social
Received gift one day, from another
Given in love, from older brother
Borrowed back at one time
Not returned, what a crime
Worst Indian giver, than any other
by Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen |
Categories:
fantasy
Caresses on his back made him quiver.
Enticingly, she said, “Love, come hither.”
Warm fingers rubbed his spine.
Her kisses felt so fine.
An Indian princess was his giver.
© December 10, 2010
Dane Smith-Johnsen
by Charlie Murder |
Categories:
native american, me, me,
red wolf it was
patowatome-soix
this is what it means to me
what does it mean to you?
to me it means the love of life
and blood that keeps me here
also means to never back down
and never cower in faer
by John Freeman |
Categories:
funny, love
A Precept Limerick
Precept versus concepts in one’s writing,
Alone, concepts remain__ problems fighting!
Thus these are the two levels,
Concepts have not love’s bevel.
Precept is above the problems gliding.
Thus Love’s precept of one’s own opinion,
Promotes one from being chief’s Indian.
Problems are below,
Where strives of wind blow.
Precept answers to Love, concepts break wind.
Concept’s judgments of precept, are inept,
For natural mind by precept is kept.
By mind’s vice of verse,
`Tis no Love disperse.
One’s inspiration is kept of precept!
8-29-10