A Late Walk by Robert Frost

When I go up through the mowing field,
The headless aftermath,
Smooth-laid like thatch with the heavy dew,
Half closes the garden path.

And when I come to the garden ground,
The whir of sober birds
Up from the tangle of withered weeds
Is sadder than any words

A tree beside the wall stands bare,
But a leaf that lingered brown,
Disturbed, I doubt not, by my thought,
Comes softly rattling down.

I end not far from my going forth
By picking the faded blue
Of the last remaining aster flower
To carry again to you.
….. Robert Frost

Robert Frost is a well known poet, known for his monologues; he does not need any introduction, so I shall go directly to his poem ‘A Late Walk’.

The title of the poem itself suggests the relativity of the present moment in time- it is past the moment that was perfect. The perfection may be of the poet’s life, of the season, or the day. It may be the poet’s individual experience which he has elevated to the whole of universe. The rattling leaf, the whir of sober birds, the withered weeds- they are not merely signs of an outward gloom. They represent a disharmony and imperfection too. And this imperfection may very well be that in the mind of the poet. May be he has not been able to preserve something precious to him, or in him, something which was not only worldly, but something transcendent too. May be he has lost his wholeness, so that he is doubtful that even the dry brown leaf may be disturbed by his thoughts. Earlier, he has scared the birds hidden in withered weeds.

This brings us to two things. The first is that the disharmony and gloom outside is natural. The imagery of autumn tells us that. At the same time, the the fear and discord has also been created by the man himself. Like, the birds get disturbed by the poet’s presence. The dying leaf is, feared by the poet that it may have been disturbed by his thoughts. At a certain level, whole of the nature is communicating with each other wordlessly. Discord at one place creates a discord everywhere. For example, when Macbeth kills the king, the birds cry all night and the the horses in the stable fight with each other indicating to the general public that something terrible has happened.

The poet is self conscious of having lost, or about to be losing, something precious. It may be his own self. The ‘you’ that he talks about in the last line may be his own consciousness, and gifting it the last aster may be his last attempt at saving his conscience. The personal being of a poet is not limited to his individual self, rather the the whole of the universe is engrossed in it. Of course, the ‘you’ can be his dying love too, which may be a person or a thing or an idea or ideal much adored by him.

The symbol of evening is also very striking. It is sad. The birds are whirring in the ‘withered weeds’. The general tone of melancholy becomes obvious with ‘ sadder than any words’. But, at the same time, evening comes and goes away with a promise of new dawn. Moreover, it is ‘a late walk’ not ‘the last walk’.

…Sahar Raman Deep

 

Meera

I call him Lord
I call him God
I call him beloved too

They call me yogi
They call me saint
They call me crooked too

I call him Lord
I call him God
I call him beloved too

They call me yogi
They call me saint
They call me crooked too

… Sahar Raman Deep

from book ‘Acchoh Ehsaas’ (The Untouched Emotions)

Great Quotes 14 Mahatma Gandhi

Carefully watch your thoughts, for they become your words. Manage and watch your words, for they will become your actions. Consider and judge your actions, for they have become your habits. Acknowledge and watch your habits, for they shall become your values. Understand and embrace your values, for they become your destiny.

Mahatma Gandhi

Mother's Day

On Mother’s Day, I want to write a story……. a story of a mother, and a daughter… a daughter who died, and the mother lived on!

It was a fateful day, that the little one became an embryo. Her father left for distant lands. He had to come back, but never see her. She wanted to say, as her mother felt, “please do not go.” But he had to leave. So he did.

Mom was alone, with a strange set of people around her; but the daughter was her own.

Time passed, and the two started to talk in strange ways. The mom was excited at the fetus’ first kick, and jumped in excitement to tell her mom. Since then, the baby moved in mom’s belly when ever she said… I Love You my child. It was a strange communion only gods could understand and only mothers could feel.

The baby loved music, so the mom listened, and the baby listened because mom loved. It danced in the belly to the subtle tunes and chanted ‘Aham Braham Asmi’ with mom.

Soon, the day came when it was supposed to be the baby’s birthday. But, It turned out to be her death day! Luckily, or unluckily, the mom survived. She continued to celebrate Mothers’ Day with her own mom, often thinking of her own little, unnamed daughter.

But today, she cries, again on mothers’ day, when her mom is far away, reminded of her lost treasure… her daughter, whom she never saw.

When I think hard, that mom turns out to be me, and the little dead baby, my own!
….. Sahar Raman Deep.

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Mother’s Day

On Mother’s Day, I want to write a story……. a story of a mother, and a daughter… a daughter who died, and the mother lived on!

It was a fateful day, that the little one became an embryo. Her father left for distant lands. He had to come back, but never see her. She wanted to say, as her mother felt, “please do not go.” But he had to leave. So he did.

Mom was alone, with a strange set of people around her; but the daughter was her own.

Time passed, and the two started to talk in strange ways. The mom was excited at the fetus’ first kick, and jumped in excitement to tell her mom. Since then, the baby moved in mom’s belly when ever she said… I Love You my child. It was a strange communion only gods could understand and only mothers could feel.

The baby loved music, so the mom listened, and the baby listened because mom loved. It danced in the belly to the subtle tunes and chanted ‘Aham Braham Asmi’ with mom.

Soon, the day came when it was supposed to be the baby’s birthday. But, It turned out to be her death day! Luckily, or unluckily, the mom survived. She continued to celebrate Mothers’ Day with her own mom, often thinking of her own little, unnamed daughter.

But today, she cries, again on mothers’ day, when her mom is far away, reminded of her lost treasure… her daughter, whom she never saw.

When I think hard, that mom turns out to be me, and the little dead baby, my own!
….. Sahar Raman Deep.

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The Road Not Taken by Robert Frost

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim
Because it was grassy and wanted wear,
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I,
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Robert Frost

 

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Love…

Sahar Raman Deep.

YouTube Poetry Reading

Hey friends! How about it? I was thinking of starting a YouTube channel where poetry is read live, and you read your own poems while I read great poets of our times, and the classics.

Or, should we make it a recorded one and i read the poems which you have sent along with your names, and of other renowned writers.

Thanks for your love.  ….Sahar RD

Generations!

Good were the days
When grandma cooked
And all the children
Sat around her-….

Good were the days
When grandma cooked
And all the children
Sat around her-
Crossed legged, and silent.
The roti took time to bake,
And, we fought for it!
So granny set the turns,
And we would eat
Slowly from our bowls
With small bites of bread
So as not to be done
Before the next chapati came!
Finish we eating,
And off we went
To swim in poodles!

Good were the days
When mom cooked
And we sat on table
With father on the big chair
And ate rice,
And home cooked noodles-
Laughing at small jokes,
And went to bed
With affectionate kisses;
Read a book
And dreamt of morning!

Now my children,
With their heads buried in phones
Wait for food
Ordered online
To fill their bellies!

I sit alone
With my husband
Sipping some soup,
Silent and gloomy.
And I wonder,
When my daughter shall cook….

…… Sahar Raman Deep
1/14/17

Rain and Storm

Not in rain
Is there a purpose
Of wind to
Water the garden

The little droplets
Of Nature’s beautiful sprinkler
Mean to grow
Everything liveful.

But,
Only stones can stand
The blow of the blow
And sometimes even
Mountains fly in cyclone.

Everything pleasant
Even if the loving human
Or God’s religion
Or even the soft breeze,
When gets violent,
Trees uproot,
Stones break,
And,
Mountains sand!

…. Sahar Raman Deep
01/06/17

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“I alone cannot change the world, but I can cast a stone across the water to create many ripples.” Mother Teresa

Qisse- The Legends of Love 

What is your inspiration of love? What idea of love suits you the most- only the physical gratification or a soulful union too? You are invited to share your views.

 

Reading, knowing and being aware that a selfless, soulful, true love, in which the two lovers do not have a desire to possess, are not jealous, and find happiness in each other, is not only motivating and inspirational, but a solace to the starving heart as well. Also, it is always a pleasure to read about those who have achieved the zenith of love, who have met their soulmates and are living in perfect union with each other, in the way that yogis say, ‘you am I and I am thee’.

We, in the world of technology, too, have become technical, torn apart between the cravings of body and the needs of soul. Everyone is looking for that ‘one’, without wanting to be ‘the one’. This needs a lot of conviction, empathy, and shunning of materiality. With this in mind, I have decided to write this book, with not one, or two, rather three stories of eternal love. They are intermingled with each other in a way that one is the part of other.

The three stories I am talking about come from the land of undivided Punjab, half of which now lies in India and the other half in Pakistan, and are the mythic legends of Love- or Qisse. These are the stories of love found, and lost in the world, and attained to the fullest in world of spirits. These lovers go beyond what is physical, much beyond the idea of possession and long for union, not unity. A union is one in which the two merge together to form a new and higher than earlier identity; in unity the two remain separated. They are more like Khalil Gibran’s soul searching Love found in oneness of the life, and ‘the Life’. He writes, “Love possesses not nor will it be possessed, for love is sufficient unto love’.

This is what has given me the inspiration. What is your inspiration? How do you look at love? What is your idea of ideal love? I shall be delighted, and will appreciate if you would share your thought on the subject. It shall help me understand you better as I write for you. If you have other great ideas, please use the ‘Contact’ form.

⭐️⭐️⭐️ I shall soon be sharing the three stories as told in popular folklore! ???

… Sahar Raman Deep

 

 

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Nectar of Love

Nectar of Love is, Love itself!

This sun
And the rain!
When they get together
Creation happens

These bees
And the flowers!
When they mate
Honey comes to existence

This self
And the Ultimate
Make you and me
This is the only
Nectar of Love
You am I
I am thee.

… Sahar Raman Deep (10/14/16)

Poor Women…!

Men and women are two different species…worlds apart from each other! The way they both think, feel and respond are so different. (I am talking about the instinctive nature, not the well rationalized intellectualism.) I can understand when men say that a woman can never be understood. (Well, women, in that case, seem to be smarter! They never complain. Or, is it that they never had a voice?)
Poor men, how can they understand the workings of a woman’s mind? They are created different, with a different chemistry, a different biology, a different logic, and certainly, with a different sense of geography. And the world knows, what geographical disputes may lead to, even among nations! Complete collapse of the system, authority and even the best of policies.
And they blame women!!!

… Sahar RD

7/31/16

A Matter of Faith

A popular story goes like this….

Once there was a drought and people of the city decided to gather at the local temple and pray for rain. Almost everyone from the town came, but only one child came with an umbrella!

Such is the faith! Do we have it?

Often we resolve to think positive. For example, I will win the lottery today. Yet, when we go to the store, we buy the cheapest ticket, so as to not ‘lose’ a lot of money. We are again not thinking of gaining. And, as the luck eventually proves that it was on our side, we repent, we should have invested more, may be a bigger prize would have been ours!

We don’t even believe in ourselves. We do not need any proof of being us. How can we even think of having faith in God whose existence we are not even sure of?

What are your views about this? Please share.

…… Sahar RD

12/17/2015

 

Also read  Qisse- The Legends of Love  .

Babies – The Pure Beings

Babies are so loving that we feel guilty of ourselves for not loving back the same way!!!! What wonderful creations of Mother Nature! So pure! So innocent!!! Exactly the way we were created to live life, with innocence, love and piety!!! Away from any bondage of society or religion, babies belong to the earth. I wish I could become a baby again, and be free of grudges, hatred and anger. I wish I could be Love again… Go back to the state of mind from where I began, gain understanding that the best way to give back is through love, and that hatred can be won with an honestly pure heart!! I wish we could discard all the weapons of destruction, I wish we no more needed the guns, I wish we no more needed to form armies or protect ourselves. I wish we were so innocent that Love itself protected us. We all were friends and did not hurt anyone. I wish we understood religion in their essence and could see the universal in every particular body.

That’s like a wish for Utopia which isn’t unreal.

In fact, such a world exists inside us. We lived and believed in utopia when we were babies. Even as adults, don’t we love ourselves? Looking within, we silence every thought that says we are not good, or we are wrong. We encourage ourselves in every way. We care for ourselves, and for those who are extensions of our selves. Just that we could expand ourselves to include the world in us!!! How beautiful!!!

Sahar
7/30/16

Innocence

In the garden of Eden, eve was an innocent creature, but only till the time she was following rules. I am talking of an Eve who represents a woman who is capable of being influenced, an Eve who is capable of influencing and an Eve who is rebellious enough to break the rules. Not a very good role model for women who want to live a happy, normal life! She is treacherous, she tricked Adam into eating the forbidden fruit. Poor Adam, he lost all his innocence!

Innocence! Babies are innocent. They have not done any wrong to anyone; they just do not know anything. Adam, the innocent guy- did he knew anything? I wish I could say Adam was gullible! But, the tradition is that he was innocent, and how can the tradition be questioned? I run the risk of being Eve. Eve, who is responsible for all evil, who is a contender of God in creation, and who is influenced not by obedience, but by temptation.

For a moment, let’s think this… What if Eve had not made Adam taste the forbidden fruit of knowledge? What would have been the world like today? Would we still be living in the garden of Eden? Or, all of us even would have been? What would have happened to the followers of God? And Satan? And to the much talked about evolutionary theories?

Complicated, right? But let’s stick to Eve and the innocent Adam.

They were the men of God, and had their voice. They did not understand women of God so well, so they made them the followers of Satan. They were to be avoided, the basic instincts of attraction were declared sins. Men had control over themselves, but the poor, helpless guys were tempted by the satanic women!

Eve, we as women are proud of you. Not only us, but the whole humanity owes to your decision to taste knowledge. You are the reason we are where we are today. We need innocence, but innocence without knowledge and wisdom is stupidity, and we definitely could not have followed directions of God for long. I am happy that you were the first one to break the rules, and I, as a woman, am proud of being your descendent.

…..Sahar Raman Deep

09/21/2016

 

Celebrating Life!

Why is it that poetry today is so full of sadness? It feels like no one is or has ever seen an easy day! Everyone is talking about a broken heart, unrequited love, not cared for emotions, treachery, dishonesty, unfaithfulness and know not what other negative emotions. Is this all that we have come to? Is there no hope for us? Is it all so dark?

I am more concerned about these questions for the fact that poetry in particular, and literature in general is the mirror of the society. If everybody is crying foul, who is to blame? Everybody is a victim, who is the victimizer? Have we become so engrossed with ourselves and our issues that we no longer care who the oppressor is and are taking pride in the blame game? The truth is that it is so fashionable to stand in the line of those who suffer that no one cares to introspect if he himself is not the suppressor.

Well, victim and the victimizer are both a part of our personalities. If at some point we are suffering because of someone, at the same time we are also responsible for someone else’s suffering. At the same time, while I do not deny the darker side of human prodigy, I do wonder if the brighter side is altogether missing!

I once wrote that we should postpone our deaths for a little while and live for the moment. All I wanted to say was that lets stop looking at the forthcoming end and be negative. Let’s begin to look at the good things and enjoy what is. There is misery, no doubt, but there is not ‘only’ misery. There are happy moments too. Let’s celebrate them, and celebrate our lives.

…. Sahar Raman Deep
12.26.15