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...who is a POET??...he is...but a dethroned king sitting among the ashes of his palace trying to fashion an image out of the ashes...
..he is the poorest of the poor..yet he carries an oasis in his heart cultivated by the caravan of his thinking...he is a pauper..but he still pretends to be a ' prince ' in the kingdom of his vivid imagination..
..he only sings when he is starving for he cannot sing if his mouth be filled with food...
..he only raises his hand to beg for he cannot raise his hands if it be filled with gold...
..his wealth is his winged imagination and fictive power to think...and ' thinking ' always acts for him as the stumbling stone to ' poetry '... :) ;)
..he is a tree watered by the river of beautiful thoughts..and carries in his heart a lamp unconquered by darkness..
..yes..he seeks NIRVANA..not by counting coins of gold..but in leading his sheep to greener pasture..in seeking a smile from humanity...in putting his child to sleep..and in writing the last line of his poem... :)

...he will be unheard until humans honor the dead and forget the living..for then only upon his ' death '... ' he ' will rule their hearts...and his kingdom will have no ending... :) :) ;)
..TO HAVE GREAT POETS..THERE MUST BE GREAT AUDIENCES TOO... :)

Saturday 3 March 2007

my home....


..the towering hills..
..the floating clouds..
..the roaring rivers..
..the meandering streams..
..the endless roads..
..the littered villages..
..the grazing yaks..
..the oasis of green..
..the barren landscape..
..the sleeping lakes..
..the gossiping women..
..the curious children..
..the prayer chanting lamas..
..the blow of trumpets..
..the rickety monasteries and gompas..
..and its glorious past..
..the immortal painter..
..at His creative best...
...His canvas..
..this endless picture of enchanting beauty..
...far away..
..from the hustle n bustle of the city..
...lies this treasure land...
...a PARADISE..
.. nestled..
...in the lap...
..of the majestic young mountains...
...the Himalayas..
..cradled in silence..
..lies this place of ethereal beauty..
..a place where the Gods reside..
..often called..
.. the broken moon land..
...or the little Tibet..
..it is every photographers delight..
..which all of my friends envy...
..a place i can proudly call mine..
..The last Shangrila..still standing TALL..
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