this reminds me of one of my fav saying “What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”
who is to be blamed ?
no one !!!,(least of all the wind) its destiny. thts how the life goes on, through phases of destruction followed by Resurrection, night followed by day,death followed by rebirth. i think its about how u look at things. falling of leaf might b a sad event for the tree and the leaves but thats party time for the insects on the ground :).
so after every end thr is a new begning. forget the past nd move on thts life.. harivansh rai bachhan in his poem " jo beet gayi so baat gayi " says :
जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम वह सूख गया तो सूख गया मधुबन की छाती को देखो सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है जो बीत गई सो बात गई ....
nice poem - give you points for the idea - the execution could have been better. There is a fine line between 'simple' and 'ordinary' that you should learn how to flirt with. There is a Tibetan poet i read - i pillar my point against his words:
Now that our plough is broken, what shall we turn it into - a pen, a gun, or should we just burn it and forget if there ever was one.
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this reminds me of one of my fav saying
“What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.”
who is to be blamed ?
no one !!!,(least of all the wind) its destiny. thts how the life goes on, through phases of destruction followed by Resurrection, night followed by day,death followed by rebirth. i think its about how u look at things. falling of leaf might b a sad event for the tree and the leaves but thats party time for the insects on the ground :).
so after every end thr is a new begning. forget the past nd move on thts life.. harivansh rai bachhan in his poem " jo beet gayi so baat gayi " says :
जीवन में वह था एक कुसुम
थे उस पर नित्य निछावर तुम
वह सूख गया तो सूख गया
मधुबन की छाती को देखो
सूखी कितनी इसकी कलियाँ
मुरझाईं कितनी वल्लरियाँ
जो मुरझाईं फ़िर कहाँ खिलीं
पर बोलो सूखे फूलों पर
कब मधुबन शोर मचाता है
जो बीत गई सो बात गई ....
nice poem - give you points for the idea - the execution could have been better. There is a fine line between 'simple' and 'ordinary' that you should learn how to flirt with. There is a Tibetan poet i read - i pillar my point against his words:
Now that our plough is broken,
what shall we turn it into -
a pen, a gun,
or should we just burn it
and forget if there ever was one.
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