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Chaitanyya S. Deshpande
http://chaitanyya.purpledream.com
Inspired from Poetry of Romantic Era, I myself, Chaitanyya S. Deshpande from Yavatmal, MH, India write poetry dedicated to nature and environment. Being Fortunate, my poems are appeared on Purpledream.com and widely admired by people worldwide. I am very young for a poet category (20). So, I need your valuable response on my poems, so that I can improve myself. I need your admiration and criticism in order to be more perfect. So please comment on my poems and send them to chaitany1@yahoo.co.in.
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Ode To The God Of Light
03/22/06 |
O God of light,
Cause of life...
This all is because of you.
The bright and darks;
The shorts and longs
And days and nights too.
Many Thousand Yellows,
Thousand Blues
And Reds are infinite...
A father of colors
Loving all his children
How beauteous is day sight.
With billion hands of rays
You create mysterious days
The soft December shawls
At once get burn in Mays
At once this difference placed
I wonder who is behind
O You, You, just You
None other I can find.
Now the tired wings
Heading nests
Long serving day
For new little guests
Yellowish, Hectic and Brownish West
The lord of shades serving the Best!
I behold that fiery orange beauty
He too is ending his day's duty
By serving the half
The gift of night
For giving the half
A new day, Bright
I hope in that life...evening,
You power me for fearless sing
As you serve all the Joy of shades
At my end, I may also bring.
And in next life as a next day
I know nothing but I can pray
That I may rose a glorious new,
Flourishing, brightening, Lightning as you
When I look towards the world
Keeping you in mind...O Sun
Everything seen by me.
You make, you preserve, and you burn.
The foam-frilled waves
The deep-dark caves
The success smiles and
Failure weeps
The music of down,
The evening song
The huge sky kissing
Mountain tips.
The joy of love
The cry of death
The strong atheism
And super-strong faith
Every satisfaction and every pain,
Every fragment of every grain
Every drop of falling rain and
Every word from poetic brain
All belongs to You.
My heart, My mind
My Life,
My soul...Too
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The Dawn
04/01/06
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Come on come on the sky is on...
The master showing a beauteous dawn
Yesterday's hill tips now can be seen
Icy-cool n' soft wind, what it may mean?
Oh, Sun's arrival, to shed of seam
Twit's sweet chirp, his entrance theme.
The new day seeds are being sawn
The master showing a beauteous dawn
The golden greenery, new red leafs
Coppery water and darker deeps
The life is falling in drops on ground
It glitzy and a new shade is found
With purple yellowish and reddish brown
The master showing a beauteous dawn
Thousand, thousand O thousand shades...
The life arising from dizzy beds
The sweet singing birds leaving nests
The calves searching mamma's breasts
The life Queen wearing a conscience crown
The master showing a beauteous dawn
The working zone is back with charm
A paper boy with fresh, new, warm
The ringing bells and men with milk
An early walk on sunlight, silk
And warming ups on flowery lawn
The master showing a beauteous dawn
The dawn starts off a new day bright
May god bless us a pleasant sight
A joy n' peace n' pleasures a lot
Wars and quarrels we may forgot
And each rivalry may just... Gone!
The master showing a beauteous dawn
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Neem
04/14/06 |
Unusual childhood day
I guess in burning May
That huge, long, giant I saw
With spreading eyes,
Before me, from Long Years;
In my house's backyard
I think, the Big
Neem lies
Its yellowish leafs were falling on me
With an air stroke
As well-come sign,
I feel strongly,
It was calling me
Offering its company to join.
It was a miracle for me
That fiery waves of May Heat
Unendurable!
In a big Neem shadows,
Get changed into
Cool, Light, soften Sable.
Automatically, it happened with me
I attracted towards that tree
Its dark n’ cool n’ sweet n’ shade
Than cold in my room, Machine-made,
More enjoyment for me.
Then mornings and noons
Were spend under it
With twitters, sparrows and crows;
With lovely songs of all these wings,
Sometimes a quick squirrel bows.
Bur never I was a butterfly move
Neither a honeybee bunch on it,
The Neem was cool and green and clean
But not a place for lovebirds to meet
Though it was big, but not for nests
And neither a dwelling for insects
It was the place for all hard working,
Tired, fluttering wings to rest.
Black, gray and brownish, feint
Not gifted with colors and beauty
The most rest takers under the Neem
Were generally busy with their duty.
Sparrows trying to settle down
Under the roof in cottony nests
The God-Helper squirrel running around
Gathering a dish for new-coming guests.
Crows in search of some good food
For their beloved cuckoos sons
And the huge green King making easy
All these struggles for existence.
Day by day as I was growing
Getting lessons from school of nature
Where all these noise makers were my friends
And steady, silent Neem was teacher.
Once upon a time,
On a dizzy sunny day,
"The backyard Neem should be cut off",
The house's main sounds say.
I shudder with unknown fear
Thinking the joyful backyard clear,
The stubborn decision of house's chief
My backyard Eden was sinking to grief.
Cry. I try. But all in vain,
I shout and wail, but zero gain.
Strong and long and high till sky,
Branches of Neem were cut off when,
When the wings,
Here and there, helpless,
Sorrowfully searching another place,
Deep-thinking squirrel, on boundary wall,
What is happening?
No one can guess.
When in dressing, dining and kitchen
All my dear-ones were working on
Their plans for a room or two;
And I,
With all dreams, destroyed,
Thinking now what to do?
Though it was deem then,
but without a single twit,
No life was there around Neem
But a deadly piece,
When under the half-cut
Rock steady steam,
A tiny, green branch I notice.
At once I got
An immediate thought
Now I was big
And the Neem was not.
Crystal clear,
That I was there,
To make it again a big one
So after years,
When someone appears
Would enjoy its friendship fun.
Few drops of water
When sprinkled upon the tree tomb,
Pleasant sun was making his way;
And we all mates in nature's school,
Waiting for that Judgment Day.
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Mother's Cry
05/15/06 |
Chops over chops
Of Hammer Hard
Injecting nails poisonous
Under the Son of God,
O yes, Yes. That is a sin
But still going on and on and on...
Theirs thrust for blood,
Ours thrust for drops.
They want him dead,
We want grow crops.
And Killing a God-gift for blossom and lawn,
Is still going on and on and on...
Not one, not Two, but billion nails,
Hurting hammers, Bursting bells.
Hours and hours of endless drill,
And nothing well but a "Bore-well."
We crush, kill and destroy,
Safely ignore mother's cry...
We Hurt, Damage and get our Life,
Our lips wait finally and a Vampires sigh...
At last
A Christ
Hanging on Curse
Bleeding helplessly...
And deep,
Incurable, Violent wounds
On her caring face
Can't you see?
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Ode To The Long Term Rain
05/30/06 |
O Long term Rain, Now Four days old,
Everything is humid and everything is cold.
The Raindrops forming glitter on the Leafs,
The Rain-songs sung by thundering lips.
All having hot cups, with cold sighs
O, see that naughty, mud loving guys
The soft, muddy land feels as nature cushion,
The whole world working in slow motion.
Light green shouting frogs awaken from sleeps,
Tiny paper-pinnacles rising in the deeps.
Everything seen is feeling so pure,
As you are with us so I am bit sure.
That you are here to give new breath,
New look, new touch, new life, new death.
O, the joiner of Heaven and Earth,
You, the innovator of new world's birth
Be always with us in pretty rainy days
As you are the cause of life, Always.
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Land Of Extremists
11/10/06 |
My Land is of Extremists.
Yes. Of Extremists my dear!
As every thing is annually dull
And seasonally extreme here!
Delightful sun burns with extreme
During some scorching noon's of Mays,
And lovely rain, feeling coolness before
Falls extreme in some August days.
The winter blossom N’ pleasant chill
Freezes us in December
Then someone calls for warmer sun
As stone cold became extremer.
We produce patriots in millions
During the days of Augustus
And we find thousands ready to die
Only when the neighbor targets us.
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Not By Heart
12/12/06 |
Its today , you are away
Not by heart , as you say.
I know this solitude is not so long
I just can sing a single song
But without you, I may?
Not by heart, as you say.
I know you will be here too soon
You will look like a starless moon
Will you come with disobey?
Not by heart, as you say.
They are giving you a way of glory
What's in me and my helpless story?
I will not be in your way
And I will do this though you wont say
Though you wont say.
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It Fetched Out Tears From My Eyes
05/04/07 |
It fetched out tears from my eyes
My pitiable wings and helpless cries
My earliest gaze to the outer world
From a tiny shell in the nature's shade
The charming light, the pleasing sight,
The brighter days and twilights fade.
My earliest heed to the outer tune
Even divine than my elder wings
The tiny being in the nearby nest
With the nosing parents, so sweetly sings.
My earliest song with outer ally
With the companion who dwells nearby
The jovial passion in the rhythm of song
The gathering’s desire and failure try.
My sweetest duet was with that hidden
Whose twits resembled to me, rightly.
Akin to me, with my parenting wings;
With her shelter, very happy was she.
When we catch morsel, brought by mom,
We mutually began a delightful song.
And our tones occasionally turn anxious
When we left unattained by her for long
Days in hope and nights in dreams
To get the strong and mighty wings
But that day she was actually mourning
The fretful weeps what she never sings!
Predatory seeker of brutal destiny
Slay her mother to perform his zeal
And me, unaided, with fragile flappers
Powerless to pass on my earnest feel
My soul companion now lonely struggles
She flutters, she falls and still she tries.
It fetched out tears from my eyes.
My pitiable wings and helpless cries
O Friend, keep your battle going on
For every dark night brings new dawn.
And by every scorching ray of Sun
The seeds of imminent spring are sawn
I will develop my wings so mighty
That all grief will end in my hold
The past silver will never again grow,
But future will be the gleaming gold.
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Ode On Mystifying Days
06/08/07 |
I often enjoy your splendid gigs with mind's eyes before
By far I move in flimsy petals and secret shell’s core
The mid-May sun scorched me; in Decembers I quiver
And stormy launch of long monsoon usually caused me fever.
But you never let me ride away from yours shadow of care
To share my every feel and grief, you were always there.
Our perpetual companionship was Heaven’s gift for me,
But heavens gift’s true value, we realize after missing thee.
For worldly zeal, for fraction feel, I lost my soul and went away
Now I realize; my spirit cries and wishes to quit the desire’s play
They laugh for cash, cry for coins; commit to make the income twice
With senseless heart, an early apart, the hired skies and moist eyes.
Here they raise blossom as Arts and shower the grass with device parts
With lively statues of natural world; as brain dead man’s tool run heart.
When I observe these lifeless joys on little land of grand metros
The sensuous will of coming back to you in my heart at once grows
I wish to find the old time back; I wish to re-fly in past day skies.
And want to soar with yours ally to where the eternal pleasure lies.
The wind and sun on lake’s flow, crafts the moving signs of glow
I wish to revise those sacred scripts from where the divine Vedas grow
I belong to you since before the birth, and will be yours after demise
To mislay this magic for worldly wants and fleshy needs will be unwise
Being the master, the prevailing rule, you made these days so mystifying
Now end this game and make me same as my culpable spirit is crying.
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Moral Or Money
07/08/07 |
It appeared as if my first love.
But was a mere illusion
The feels, the talks and even the songs
But never a fair fusion
We meet, relate, and liked each other
But severance was our fate.
A fortunate fellow wished you prior
And I was little bit late.
My dream of having an unseen love
My fair desire of sensing love
My charming tells n’ subtle songs
And feeling full of herald dove
All my fantasies and concepts
Misfits the urban mindscapes
Where dollar crafts the futures and
Feeling hearts are termed as wastes
You chose the way of worldly glory
You will gloom there lacking worry
With a Heart, free from delicate senses
So, I feel for you an immense “Sorry”
Mistress, I told you far prior
When you chose the urban attire;
You will gain every comfy lavish
With mind's spirit set on fire
You may no feel that I missed you
As I never hold or kissed you;
With each least smile and earnest tear
Of yours; is how I wished you
Alas, you will never realize me
Your cheap vision weak to price me
So, enjoy whatever you gained by
Trusting, Lusting and denying me
Since age, the world is facing the bash,
Moral or money, care or cash,
But far better was the globe before
The all upsetting urban dash
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