Sunday, November 6, 2016

Colours: Flags Won't Speak (झण्डा बाेल्दैन)



Colours spiritual; I discover my beloved Nepal.
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Blue for intelligence; continuity, purity and the humble pride,
Blue, melting from the Himalayas is where you thrive.
Blue for sensibility; the peak for beauty with the simplicity,
Blue is the patience and perseverance required for the humanity.
Blue the fountain; for moral and the religious upbringings,
Blue is the mountain which fills my blessed drinks.
And the blue; the cover of conscience, the banner for Buddhists,
Blue is playful and non conformist.
Blue is green productive and violet divine.
Flags won't speak!
….
Red for magnificence; passion, procreation and the protective bravery,
Red has always been our revolt against the slavery.
Red for independence; the colour of plain and the heat radiating from struggle,
Red is the humidity that has always been a puzzle.
Red is Karma; the spiritual divine, process and the freedom,
Red is our culture that prospers heroism.
And the red; the striving for higher self, the emblem of Hindus,
Red, better ripe and sweet, is only about the truth.
Red can be crimson blood, violet anger and purple disgrace.
Flags won't speak!
….
White for purity; pristine, enlightened and the peaceful,
White is the faith and dignity of innocent and merciful.
White is the light; the brightness of the sky, sun and the moon,
White can be blended from red, blue and green.
White for life; the nature, nurture and the driving force,
White is about celebration but sacrifice and healthy discourse.
White is cellular; the projection, compassion and the identity of Kirati,
White is omnipresent; in Vedic Mantra, to the self worth and our personality.
White is a reflection and detachment but can be sterile, scarcities and lies.
Flags won't speak!
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Everest; standing tall, composed and mindful,
Everest is gracious, conscious and thoughtful.
Everest is Buddha; meditative, active and watchful,
Everest in our flag is the triangle wonderful.
Everest is Shiva; compassionate, auspicious and friendly,
Everest is the liberator, creator and our heavenly.
Everest; Shiva in the morning is purple, crimson and red,
Everest; Buddha in the evening is white, blue and velvet.
Everest is the pinnacle, the head of the ocean and the miracle.
Flags won't speak!
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Tricolours abstract; I carry my dearest Nepal.
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O Tricolours, blue for the tranquil mountain and white for the friendly plain,
The red is my courage carrying the calm moon and the passionate sun.
O Flag bearer, moon is my elegance and the sun fosters my patience,
Rhododendron has been my poise and the tolerance.
O Crimson red, my class is the audacity to thrive against all hurdles,
I learned from my father never to worry about those hopeless puddles.
O Deep blue my ability is to love irrespective of fear,
Seriousness is what I acquired from my mother.
Purple in the spirituality, culture and upbringing will unite us together.
Flags won't speak!
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I know ways to make friends and compete with the best,
There has been divisions but let's be together for this conquest.
I know the importance of golden paddy and silver rice,
We will find pearls in the river, herbs in the hills and salt in the mountains.
I am taller than I am wide as I have to make sacrifice,
I speak half as I listen but clear is my conscience.
I will laugh and love to heal wounds,
I will be reviving again to fulfill the duty of bonds.
I will know myself to be enlightened or the world for the way to paradise.
Flags won't speak!


Poem by: Raj Basyal (November 2016)
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Sunday, September 4, 2016

Not About Love: Songs of Sorrows

Cigarettes, puffed,
Notes, improvised,
Not a tale of romance but a song of pain,
Frozen past, loneliness and once again.
Bitter!

Every morning whirls up in your garden,
Bringing your dreams in the wreaths of flower,
Just vague and vain for me,
It comes bringing me sorrows in solitude.
Sweet!

Ray, hope,
Day, optimism,
The dawn is happiness,
Pointless, let it be, I carry my grief along.
Sunshine!

Maybe, you are singing your joy,
Perhaps dancing, for the romance to convey,
Songs, wish sorrows to dedicate?
You will despise heartburns and complaints.
Infinite!

Poem by: Raj Basyal (August 2016)
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Sunday, July 17, 2016

Hope:This Song Sparrow Celebrates the Rain (in French and Arabic)

English Poem Translated to French and Arabic by Ugwu Leonard Elvis! Need Feedback!

Hope: This Song Sparrow Celebrates the Rain

Tweeting Thousand Dreams,
Tales of Survival,
Flutters the Wings of Hope,
Feathers of Wisdom,
In my Garden of Imaginations,
Green Lawn of Freshness,
The Fabric of Existence,
Chirps a Sweet Song of Struggle,
And hops the Dance of Melancholy Pain,
This Song Sparrow Celebrates the Rain.

Soared Miles of Independence,
Survived the Frozen Winter,
Thrived the Wilting Summer,
Floated the Flooding Rain,
Composed itself Sagging Autumn,
Mysterious Yesterday,
Glad for Today, Gold for Tomorrow,
No doubt, no Complain,
Lived every moment as a New Spring,
This Song Sparrow Celebrates the Rain.

Credit, I pay Every Surviving Tomorrow,
Misery, I suspect Every Joy Today,
Tomorrow, that He Never Had,
Today, has no House or Twigs for his Flat,
Tweets, Songs of Hope,
Hops, Dance of Freedom,
Grateful, Today for Celebration,
Hopeful, Tomorrow for Continuation,
Lives life with Seven Colours Jubilation
This Song Sparrow Celebrates the Rain.
...
Poem by: Raj Basyal (June 2016)
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Espoir : Ce Bruant chanteur célèbre la pluie

Tweeting mille rêves,
Histoires de survie,
Flutters les ailes de l’espérance,
Plumes de sagesse,
Dans mon jardin d’imagination,
Pelouse verte de fraîcheur,
Le tissu de l’Existence,
Émet un son un doux chant de lutte,
Et le houblon, la danse de douleur de mélancolie,
Ce bruant chanteur célèbre la pluie.

Milles ont grimpé de l’indépendance,
A survécu à l’hiver gelé,
La flétrissement de l’été, a prospéré
Flottait la pluie inondation,
Composé lui-même affaissement d’automne,
Hier, mystérieux
Heureux pour aujourd'hui, or pour demain,
Sans doute, sans se plaindre,
Vécu chaque instant comme un nouveau printemps,
Ce bruant chanteur célèbre la pluie.

Crédit, j’ai payer chaque survivant demain,
Misère, je soupçonne chaque joie aujourd'hui,
Demain, qu’il n’a jamais eu,
N’a aujourd'hui, aucune maison ou brindilles pour son appartement,
Tweets, chansons d’espoir,
Houblon, danse de la liberté,
Reconnaissant, aujourd'hui pour la célébration,
Plein d’espoir, demain pour la suite,
Une vie avec sept couleurs Jubilation
Ce bruant chanteur célèbre la pluie.

Poème de : reda Ben Guirat (juin 2016)
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In Arabic

أمل: هذا العصفور أغنية تحتفل بالمطر

Tweeting آلاف الأحلام،
حكايات من البقاء على قيد الحياة،
يرتفع أجنحة الأمل،
ريش حكمه،
في بلادي حديقة خيال،
العشب الأخضر من نضارة،
نسيج وجودها،
تغرد أغنية حلوة من النضال،
والقفزات "الرقص ألم الكآبة"،
تحتفل هذا العصفور أغنية المطر.

كم زادت من الاستقلال،
نجا في الشتاء مجمدة،
ازدهرت في صيف الذبول،
طرحت المطر الفيضانات،
تتألف نفسها "الخريف الترهل"،
غامضة بالأمس،
سعيد لهذا اليوم، الذهب للغد،
ولا شك، لا يشكو،
عاش كل لحظة كفصل الربيع الجديدة،
تحتفل هذا العصفور أغنية المطر.

الائتمان، ودفع "كل الباقين على قيد الحياة غدا"،
البؤس، أظن أن "الفرح كل اليوم"،
الغد، ذلك "أنه لم يكن"،
اليوم، لا يوجد لديه منزل أو الأغصان لشقته،
تويت، أغاني أمل،
حشيشة الدينار، الرقص للحرية،
الامتنان، اليوم للاحتفال،
الأمل، غدا للاستمرار،
ويعيش الحياة مع "سبعة ألوان البهجة"
تحتفل هذا العصفور أغنية المطر.

قصيدة: باسيل راج (حزيران/يونيه 2016)
لاتباع التغريد: باسيل راج @classicejunkie
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