A childish hurt that understands no reason. The adult mind tries to explain. Yet the pain goes down so deep. Ceaselessly affects my whole day. It's not like through-out, I'm thinking 'darüber'. Mulling over this and that. There are a'plenty things that need doing. But under every activity is this feeling bad. The child in me is young and stubborn. It should by now have learnt more wisdom. If an understanding is not possible, at least an acceptance is in want. Adult me is trying hard. 'Mit Zeit kommt Rat' One of my favourite sayings. Let's see what today brings forward. When comes acceptance When the pain goes away…
Poetry
The wonder of wander
PoetryWander in English Wandern in Deutsch The wonder of both As the sun shines outside. Away from the chores The ties of to-do. Away from the sounds Of the day, of tv and phone. Into a forest On a hilly path Walk into birdsong Fragrance all around. No fixed destination. No real timeframe. The day is all ours, no matter how long it takes. Look up as you wander, at the trees above. Green they were yesterday Now gold and rust. Zum wandern wir gehen Alle zusammen I don't know the grammar behind all my German 🙂 Maybe we’ll see someone. Someone we know. Also out for a walk in the fields and the woods. There could even be deer. In a riverside meadow, out for a chew. Or rabbits popping out to say hello! Wandern and wander Always in wonder of this beautiful world It's the best thing to do.
Journeys of the mind
PoetryWhere does your mind go When it's just wandering around? What sights come forward? What fragrances, what sounds? Do you go backwards into times before? Wish they were reality as they once were. Or do you dream forward? Wishes not yet met. Make plans of their coming true. How would it be if it was that? How happy are you when your mind wanders off? Does it journey into joy or into anxiety or pain? Journeys of the mind. Battles we fight. No one else knows how hard is the strife. Do you speak of your fears With someone you trust Or stay silent and conquer With self power alone? Where does your mind go when it's just wandering around? What sights come forward? What fragrances, what sounds?
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One night in Vienna
PoetryIt happens every night but one night I was also there. To see the magic of the lights As they lit up the Cathedral square. After dark, when night had fallen, in the forests and the mountains. The city hums an enchanted air under street lights and every corner. Cars whizzed past to unknown places. Their smoky tail-lights blazing red. Buildings stand behind in their splendour Electric blue or Grün or Gelb. A magical city The ancient Vindobona And me, one night in Vienna.
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Uncertain times
PoetryStay silent. Watch. The crowds bray for blood. One by one they come for everyone. The good, the noble and the brave. All those who choose to rise above. Speaking out now, is in vain They hear not. All they know is hate. They know not what it takes to build. To grow To love To learn new things. So closed is their mind So small their life Anyone who is not a clone of them Is an enemy of the State. Presstitute and sickular, they crow in glee Words they think are very smart. Can they ever learn Secular The nobility of the real word? Then how can you expect Them to understand? And the crowds that bray for blood One by one they turn on everyone. Their need is to have someone to hate. Anyone will do. No matter who. Stay silent. Watch. And wait a better time. Some day their hate will turn on themselves Then your aggressor now might even be the crowd’s target next.
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Thought of the day
PoetryLeave a sign behind don't just go. Without a trace that you were here. Let that mark be, one of good. Giving strength to all who come from far and near. Leave thoughts that build. Deeds done that inspire. Be a force that binds, those who are coming behind. But if you can't do as above, then gently go. Quiet. Without a sign. Break not what you have not created Create not that in turn will divide. Tread your path. As we each must do (be it alone, or together) Let it lead towards the light For darkness, is not the path to follow. I'm preaching Yes, and I apologise! These times are such. With much food for thought. When you see a world you love Hurting and broken In turmoil so unjust. The mind wonders what needs be done. Deeds that heal. That 'humane' touch
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Choices
PoetryIn my mind, in my hands, is the power to create. And the power to destroy. What I choose to do makes me the person I am. Centuries after centuries Cultures and religions Languages spoken, foods cooked and eaten. In all relations, do you make something? Or leave something broken? Call it good and evil. Call it right and wrong. Call it what you will. But that’s the one truth, that applies to us all. Follow this principle and you‘ll identify truth from false. Who talks of growth, upliftment, and room for all? Who talks of fear, conspiracies enemies in each unknown? Choose wisely and hold firm this single truth. Inclusion wins. As does good. Tell me now Which will you choose?
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Thoughts while cooking
PoetryAs i stand in my kitchen, cooking dinner for tonight. Fresh and warm and nourishing, comforting fragrant and so calming. I think of women just like me. Hiding underground, surrounded by family. As above ring out the sirens. Children cry in the darkness. Whose is this war? Why is it happening? So much power in one man‘s hands. What is man and what is mankind? Rather what kind of man would cause this misery? Is a man still a man if he goes against humanity? 21 centuries and more in fact, but civilization is still held hostage. Never learning, the biggest lesson learnt after invasions, that a war solves few, if any, problems. Dinner cooked, i check the seasoning, thinking of people tonight going hungry. Brave people fighting to defend their country. Heroes every one of them. Honour goes to those who show bravery. Those who build something, create peace and beauty. Not to crazies wanting glory And destroying instead fragile humanity.
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BROWNS
PoetryOn my palette dark and burnt and brown. Colours that remained After the greens were gone. Soaked up with the heat from every last ray of sun. So to offer hopes of warmth Now the year is done. In snow, sheet and wind, that Winters always bring, when it's all white or grey A brown so joyous is. Tree trunks emerging out from hollows That piled high with snow drifts are Tree trunks, their rich browns, a promise For season's change and greens that follow. When it's summer and Browns forgotten, pinks and yellows lead the way. Then I think back and on what's round the corner In winters it's Browns that make my day.
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Dreams and Trysts
Poetry“I have a dream” a gentleman said “A tryst with destiny” the other declared. Two leaders of the century past, showing their countries a new path. What would they say To the the world of today The divisions the strife The wars, the hate? If the World they envisioned had come to be, of dignity freedom of equality. Where would we, as humans, be right now? What marvelous new ways of life would we have found? ‘Ifs’ don’t matter I know it is so, But I hope someday it will be true.
Anuradha Sarup 