Quotes about himalayas, page 3
Blue Sky
The stem cells coaxed to become
a kidney or a trachea failed to
ask the Himalayas, why were not,
they gathering the ice for glaciers!
Some sexual jealousy?
The naked darkness will nurse
the roses to rest on the barrel
of a gun. Civil war will start any day.
Colored man, the tattoos will not
tell the truth of the body. Blood
was always crying to give up
the fight. Why half-brothers were
destroying each other?
No squirrel will climb on the trees.
Nuts have gone. The winds have dispersed
sine die. A prayer is rising from the lips of earth.
poem by Satish Verma
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Purify the Mind
From Mt. Kailas,
birthplace of Shiva,
Lord of All,
the snow slides down the Himalayas
melting into pure water
and becomes Ganga
the holiest of rivers.
Absorbing the works of nature
and of man, it flows
past temples, villages,
rice fields, factories,
Calcutta slums,
and becomes,
at last, the sea
in the Bay of Bengal.
On its way
it purifies the faithful,
accepts the bodies of the dead
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poem by Brian Taylor
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From Thimpu to Gelefu in Bhutan
The miniature of heaven
hewed of the Himalayas
is the serene Thimpu.
The green meads with flowers colourful
and the dazzling glacial peaks afar
catch our eyes enroute Gelefu.
The streaming water in the deep ravines
with roaring sounds of rush and gush
casts an alarming spell.
The blooming orange-orchards
and the frisking water-course downwards
feast our eyes with pleasure.
The monkeys carrying their little ones
slide to the end of the boughs,
swing and spring off and vanish.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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India
Silent amidst unbroken silence deep
Of dateless years, in loneliness supreme,
She pondered patiently one mighty theme,
And let the hours, uncounted, by her creep.
The motionless Himalayas, the broad sweep
Of glacial cataracts, great Ganges’ stream—
All these to her were but as things that seem,
Doomed all to pass, like phantoms viewed in sleep.
Her history? She has none—scarce a name.
The life she lived is lost in the profound
Of time, which she despised; but nothing mars
The memory that, single, gives her fame—
She dreamed eternal dreams, and from the ground
Still raised her yearning vision to the stars.
poem by Florence Earle Coates from Poems (1898)
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You Guide Me From Within
The pulse of my filial heart you feel
and the fleeting thoughts of my mind you know.
When the earth quakes and splits
and the Sun fries this Nature,
I have you in my deepest part
where lies my soul, oh, oh….!
In the high Himalayas
when the breeze comforted me,
the pain I felt longer,
slowly faded in heart.
In the apple orchard I was
drowsed for a shorter awhile.
Dreams after dreams crawled
in my mind to cheer.
In the running waters of Ganges,
I dared to swim a little.
But in each stroke I made
heard I your stern warnings.
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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The fate line of India
Poverty is the fate line of India.
It runs all along from the Cape Comarine
Through Deccan Plateau and the Ganges Plain
Till Kashmir valleys and the Himalayas.
So fertile has been this fate line for long,
It has been the base for the Lord Buddha, Mahavir and Sankara to take births.
By this, M.K. Gandhi turned Mahatma.
Rulers would surrender the border line
But not the fate line, which is their life line.
The kingpins aided by the world outside,
Repair it and maintain it and use it.
Poverty is the fate line of India.
It has been the pet of the invaders,
Rulers, religions and the immigrants.
It must be there to make many sages.
06.03.2012
[In palm history, fate line determines the destiny of the individual]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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What Else Can?
Beauty of Nature makes all love much;
Natural beauty has a special value ever;
Beauty of flower influences love sure....!
Beauty of sea, sky, misty mounts absorb all!
Cascading water fall of Niagara is lovely ever!
Peaceful snow mountains of Himalayas is blissful!
Height of Everest and depth of Pacific are exquisite!
Half setting sun and half rising moon are ever a wonder!
Seas and oceans with such beauty are wonder par excellence!
Colourful butterflies hopping from flower to flower
Surely reflect angels of heaven on earth forever!
Oyster with white pearl is flower unique of sea ever!
If such beautiful Nature does not kindle love, what else can?
If you fail to love such beauty, your life is a great waste sure!
poem by Ramesh T A
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The Men And The Women Of The World
When Brahma created human out of lotus,
When the Father created human out of soil,
When the Gods given birth human and mountains,
WE, the human, were let alone naked.
Unpredictable weather,
torturous terrain,
fiercely flowing water,
monstrous animals and birds.
First sign languages,
then spoken languages,
after that written languages,
and now we have thousands of languages.
Who taught us all these?
Have the religions known these?
Hindu's world ended at Himalayas,
Jew's world ended at the rivers.
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poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi
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Where the river Ganges meets Yamuna
[Fall from Himalayas and adrift on river Ganges; ]
A free fall while I was meditating at the peak
And I think of Issac Newton's Law 'The Gravity'.
Oh! When I touched the cold water of river Ganges at Dehra Dun
I was so happy after a long time.
At New Delhi takes water and returns only sewage.
Downstream, the Yamuna is almost dead like me.
At Varnasi the holliest city water levels dropped.
It's very strange while I alive couldn't see & hear anything,
Also feel nothing,
Death is really a gift.
You see, hear & feel everything
Then I became a real swimmer of life at the Bay of Bengal.
* I dedicate this poem to Jyoti.Tottam/Pipola for their great article in the Time Magazine 'How India's success is killing its holy river? '
And I think of my old friends Lalith Rohan in Netherlands and Joseph John who lives in Spain.
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mussorie, the Hill Resort (India)
We collected cobbled stones on
the dried tributaries of the Ganges.
Our coach was then winding around the hills
towards the hill resort, Mussorie.
Suddenly we saw the sprinkled stars afar!
Aha! All the shapes we could form
from the gleaming lights of Dehradun.
The night was calm and chill
but we were agile at dawn.
Our eyes ransacked through the crevice
to see the snow-covered peaks.
Crystal streams were gushing down
and defied us to have a dip
in its nerve-chilling elixir.
I went deep and deep behind my friends
to put my head under its rush.
Oh, my lungs lost the air!
I retreated to make it airy.
The fall of Celsius caused chasms
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poem by Rajendran Muthiah
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