Autumn Sunshine

 THE sun sets out the autumn crocuses

  And fills them up a pouring measure

  Of death-producing wine, till treasure

Runs waste down their chalices.

All, all Persephone's pale cups of mould

  Are on the board, are over-filled;

  The portion to the gods is spilled;

Now, mortals all, take hold!

The time is now, the wine-cup full and full

  Of lambent heaven, a pledging-cup;

  Let now all mortal men take up

The drink, and a long, strong pull.

Out of the hell-queen's cup, the heaven's pale wine—

  Drink then, invisible heroes, drink.

  Lips to the vessels, never shrink,

Throats to the heavens incline.

And take within the wine the god's great oath

  By heaven and earth and hellish stream

  To break this sick and nauseous dream

We writhe and lust in, both.

Swear, in the pale wine poured from the cups of the

       queen

  Of hell, to wake and be free

  From this nightmare we writhe in,

Break out of this foul has-been.

Waking from Drunken Sleep on a Spring Day

 

Life is a dream. No need to stir.

Remembering this I'm drunk all day.

Lying helpless beside the porch,

Waking to see the deep garden.

One bird calls among the flowers.

Ask myself what's the season?

Song of the oriole in Spring breezes,

Voice of beauty sadly moves me.

Is there wine? Ah, fill the cup.

Sing and watch the white moon rise,

until song's end and sense is gone.

Grizzly Bear

Home of the North Star,
I roam the night time sky
as properly as the north woods.
Nothing escapes me.
They have referred to as me
Owner of the Earth,
Pride of the Woodland,
Forest Apple, Light Foot,
believing my electricity flows
from a secret honey in my paws.
What they do no longer know
who worship me in fear
is the hunger:
the immensity of the search.

by-Mohan S Ugale

"To An Alaskan Glacier"

 "To An Alaskan Glacier"

Out of the cloud-world sweeps thy lousy form,

Vast frozen river, fostered by using the storm

Upon the drear peak's snow-encumbered crest,

Thy aspects deep grinding in the mountain's breast

As down its slopes thou plowest to the sea

To soar into thy mother's arms, and be

There cradled into nothingness...

by-Mohan Singh Ugale

loveliud

You're one in a million,

my most special one;

your radiant smile is as bright as the sun;

you're smart and caring 

and have many great charms,

and my heart really sings when 

you're wrapped in my arms...

I'm happy you choose me

from all of the rest,

 And I'm proud 'cause 

I know that i got the best...

You're so sweet and cute ,

and you glow like a pearl ;

I just love you so much,

my most wonderful ..

by- Mohan Ugale

I'd Choose You...

 I didn't Fall In Love With You,

I walked into love with you,

with my eyes wide open,

choosing to take

every step along the way.

I do believe in fate and destiny,

but I also believe

we are only fated 

to do the things

that we'd choose anyway.

And I'd choose you ;

In a hundred lifetimes,

In a hundred worlds,

in any version of reality,

I'd find you,

And I'd choose you...

    by-Mohan Ugale

Love

 L is for 'laughter'

 we had along the way...

O is for 'optimism'

 you gave me every day...

V is for 'value'

 of being my best friend...

E is for 'eternity' , 

a love that has not end...

   

    by- Mohan Ugale

यार से कभी रूठना मत

 यार से कभी रूठना मत,

वरना जिन्दगी बिखर जायेंगी ,

ये कोई खुली हुई जुल्फ नहीं,

जो फिर से संवर जाये,

जुदा न होना कभी उनसे,

जो जान देता हो तुम पर,

वरना उसकी याद में ही ,

जिंदगी गुजर जायेगी ..!!

Meera, a devotee of Krishna

 O my mind,

Worship the lotus ft of the Indestructible Lord!
Whatever you see twixt earth and sky
Will perish.
Why undertake fasts and pilgrimage?
Why interact in philosophical discussion?
Why commit suicide in Benaras?
Take no delight in the body,
Which will quickly mingle with the dust.
This existence is like the wearing of sparrows,
That will stop with the onset of night.
Why don the ochre robe
And go away domestic as a sannyasi?
Those who undertake the exterior garb of a yogi,
But do now not realize the secret truth,
Are caught once more in the internet of rebirth.
Mira’s Lord is the courtly Giridhari.
Deign to sever, O Master.
All the knots in her heart.

Know Qur'an, Know love.

 My feelings for this person has found a place in my heart tense and strong, It remains clear and firm, even though it's been long;

I can't stop thinking about this person, they've been a huge part of my life, it just seems to worsen, our bond and love was so strong like that of a husband and wife;

Whatever I try, it only makes it worse, and every time, it makes me cry, the tears that flow down each of my eye, is like a river trying to burst;

I make Dua and I pray, but it doesn't seem to help, if I keep going it may, but for how long? My addiction for this person is like that of a song;

I don't know what to do, I don't know who to tell, my parents, friends or you? I wish this feeling was something I could sell;

Why did I ever love this person so much? It was a mistake I will have to suffer for the rest of my life;

But then, I found something amazing, something full of grace, finally my feelings for this person I can replace, it's beauty I could spend over it an eternity gazing;

It's words causes feelings of rivers of honey, melting my heart into a beautiful fragrance that nothing can buy not even money;

It's words soothes my ears, so much relaxation I've never felt in years, the sound of a promise, that I've never heard, telling me not to worry, because everything is going to be okay;

So much happiness, I can not explain, the more I listen, the more from this person I refrain, from the strong feelings I had, I can finally run away;

All that anxiety, pain, and worry, is now easy to ignore, a new feeling enters my heart, a feeling like never before;

Peace, is all I can think of, I finally understand what it means to love, it's not a mere feeling you have for someone;

Love is the peace and joy that enters your heart when you see someone... It's the feeling you get when you listen to the Qur'an;

Why should I love someone who doesn't love me? And abandoned me and broke my heart? From this wretched person I am at last free;

No Qur'an, No love;
Know Qur'an, Know love.

I am weary of the working

 I am weary of the working,

Weary of the lengthy day’s heat;
To thy blissful bosom,
Wilt thou take me, spirit sweet?

Weary of the long, blind struggle
For a pathway vivid and high,—
Weary of the dimly dying
Hopes that by way of no ability particularly all die.

Weary looking out a lousy cipher
For a specific that have to be meant;
Discontent with being weary,—
Weary with my discontent.

I am weary of the trusting
Where my trusts then again torments prove;
Wilt thou keep faith with me? wilt thou
Be my proper and gentle love?

I am weary drifting, driving
Like a helmless bark at sea;
Kindly, blissful spirit,
Wilt thou grant thyself to me?

Give thy birds to sing me sonnets?
Give thy winds my cheeks to kiss?
And thy mossy rocks to stand for
The memorials of our bliss?

I in reverence will retain thee,
Never vexed with jealous ills,
Though thy wild and wimpling waters
Wind about a thousand hills.

Solitude

 

Weary of the lengthy day’s heat;
To thy cozy bosom,
Wilt thou take me, spirit sweet?

Weary of the long, blind struggle
For a pathway vivid and high,—
Weary of the dimly dying
Hopes that by no means pretty all die.

Weary looking out a awful cipher
For a precise that have to be meant;
Discontent with being weary,—
Weary with my discontent.

I am weary of the trusting
Where my trusts however torments prove;
Wilt thou maintain belief with me? wilt thou
Be my actual and gentle love?

I am weary drifting, driving
Like a helmless bark at sea;
Kindly, blissful spirit,
Wilt thou supply thyself to me?

Give thy birds to sing me sonnets?
Give thy winds my cheeks to kiss?
And thy mossy rocks to stand for
The memorials of our bliss?

I in reverence will preserve thee,
Never vexed with jealous ills,
Though thy wild and wimpling waters
Wind about a thousand hills.

                            - Poetry by Mohan  Ugale

I AM YOURS

 I am now not yours, no longer misplaced in you,

Not lost, though I lengthy to be

Lost as a candle lit at noon,

Lost as a snowflake in the sea.

You love me, and I locate you still

A spirit lovely and bright,

Yet I am I, who lengthy to be

Lost as a mild is misplaced in light.

Oh plunge me deep in love—put out

My senses, go away me deaf and blind,

Swept via the tempest of your love,

A taper in a speeding wind.

                          poetry by-Mohan Ugale

I AM A SOLDIER

 I AM A SOLDIER,

My heart is in the land,

 I fight for life and freedom,

as I walk upon the sand,

I do not walk unworthy,

I will not stand alone,

The angels travel with me,

I fight for land and home,

I AM A SOLDIER,

A daddy and a friend,

and comrade and brother,

A warrior to the end,

I do not walk unknowing,

The risk upon the way,

For god travels with me,

Each and every day...

Poem by- Mohan Ugale

Because I'm a Soldier Born to Die

 

If I Die in a war zone,

Box me up and send me home...

Put my medals on my chest,

tell my mom I did my best...

Tell my dad not to bow,

He won't get tension from me now...

Tell my bro to study perfectly,

Key of my bike will be his permanently...

Tell my sister not to be upset,

Her bro will take a long sleep after sunset...

Tell my nation not to cry,

"Because I'm a soldier born to die"

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