Hey Govind Hey Gopal Pierces my heart I do not understand it But it helps me overcome My pain Which is a great start Hey Govind Hey Gopal Who was Krishna? Was he a Lord What he a Smart Boy Either way, he was Known for great deeds And is cute as a toy Hey Govind Hey Gopal I heard these same words Are in the Sikh holy book But these wonderful words And great souls Belong to all Not just a handful of crooks Hey Govind Hey Gopal Melts my hardened heart It reminds me of a time When I was happy Yet, I was not too smart Stupid to not know The danger that lay ahead Stupid to be rude To a devotee Which wounded his heart Not so much his head Hey Govind Hey Gopal Will I ever enjoy this Bhajan again Hey Govind Hey Gopal Will I be wise enough To be united with My dear, dear friend Bhajan by the Late Jagjit Singh
Sui, I have been reading all your poems and I would like to tell you one thing. I had typed a few times but hesitated to click post reply button. I hope you don't take me wrong. There is no point of dwell in harsh past which is spoiling your peace of mind. Please try to let to go of those thoughts and move on. You must do it for your bright future. If it is out of control of you, please take professional help.
Come on... now. People on forum may express opinions - in prose, or in verse. And post even animal-crossing railroad videos! That said, your feedback, recommending analysis, seems a genuinely felt opinion. And I enjoyed that very much. Measured in terms of lines of poetry alone, John Bradburne (UK, 1921–1979) is the most prolific poet in the English language. Comprising a total of 169,925 individual lines, Bradburne's output almost doubles that of William Shakespeare, whose Oxford Complete Works includes 87,668 lines of poetry.SD could compile her works someday into an e-book. She'd have to shed those images/videos that might violate others' copyrights. Johnny Bradburne is available at John Bradburne poems homepage
A short & sweet poem conveying that Lord by any name always emerges as a painkiller for those who just utter His names. In vishnusahasranamam Lord is praised by thousand names and devout hindus believe chanting it is a panacea for ailments mental & physical. Glad you could put it lucidly in a song and I wish some one set these verses to a lovely music both in western and carnatic. Regards
Your post makes me feel sad It is making me cry There is not a single Dry spot in my Big, beautiful eyes Yet I ought to be glad Somehow I slipped back Into the past When my trusted one Tortured and harassed Psychiatrists, psychologists, All those experts Are humans just like us They are also victims of And guilty of being jerks One Psychiatrist confessed They follows a script Their hard-earned MD Allows them give medications Which make patients go on Some sort of funky trip But this much is true While great works of art Look lot of perspiration It was life's sadness That was the main inspiration Look at Romeo and Juliet Look at Tale of Two cities Look at Macbeth Surely you have seen Movie stars reminisce Their sadness while Sitting comfortably in Their movie sets Art helps one confront their feeling This fuel can build beautiful Buildings with huge ceilings Or this mud can build walls That blocks lovers And your happiness it will stall
Thank you for your encouragement. I hope to pen several best sellers someday. Right now I write and share poetry to relax. I have many more that I am yet to share (some are uplifting, some are sad, some are in-between_ Poetry helps is get into the depths of our feelings, things we have held onto for 1 year, or even 1 decade. Poetry serves as a catharsis. When Buddha was doing 40-day meditation he had to confront all his inner demons. Poetry is a way of doing this in an anonymous forum. Therapy is supposed to help people get into depths of their feelings, but (1) Therapist really doesn't know what they are doing or (2) Therapist can take undue advantage of patients (even though it is illegal) (3) Patient's only crutch is therapy, which only makes the therapist rich, and the Patient at square one
I must add, Carnatic music has it's sweet distinct sound. When I get a chance I teach myself Bansuri (6-holed Hindustani Bamboo flute). I hope to get expert enough to teach myself Venu (7 to 8-hole Carnatic Bamboo flute)
Please accept my apologies and honestly I didn't mean to hurt you. I regret for posting my comments. Forget about my post and cheer up.
Don't worry about it. A reviewer being true to the self is a thing to celebrate. Your spurs caused another poem; Well done!! Some of the great artists have been called Nutters in their times. If SD puts out a couple hundred lines a week, in her spare time, she'd be in the Guinness Book in a few years. This site will become known for having launched the poetess....on the book of world records.