Two Seasons
Spring and Sisters
Spring in full bloom along the way
A vista before my eyes enchants me
my mind tries to penetrate flowers
plants look so gaunt yet lively
I bathe in the ambience of colors
deaf to the din going on around
I sip dulset moments from my cup
Mother Nature spreads her smiles
The more I reflect , the much I yearn
people can make you stifle and cry
can hamper the road on your way
torment you with all kinds of taunts
but the senses of your own heal you
and you reach safe to the other shore
my train of thoughts snaps in a jiffy
caught in melancholy of a voice
a woman busy over mobile to ears
slender she speaks in a hushed tone
I fall down from my Eden of spring
all flowers and all hues vanish away
tempted to listen her agony nears her
the bus moves and guys all absorbed
different worlds in so different minds
I gather she gets bitter against a guy
moments after reveals her own sister
duo like rivulets of the same source
yet how one turns an annoying thorn
a dear sister seems an arch enemy
one I see before drenching in malice
the other I reflect on in imagination
how the two venture in the darkness
while the light throws all hues of joy
one swears never to have her by side
even in dire need rather prefer to beg
not seek help if dying may God forbid
avoid come forward to help her sister
people wonder why own blood boils
why not sit and sort out be one again
when ever both meet, a sunami roars
one abuses the other, storms the life
one amorous spring laughs in a year
the sister chooses a fall all life -span
the nature wants to heal all wounds
the sister feels as a stone day by day
two souls, she and me, so strangers
I ponder the spring and vibrant show
and feeling the waves of hate surging
but she maybe oblivious of all bloom
pierces her soul reaches deep in pain
wish my soul could speak to her soul
and both of us could show our world
how a few moments enterd our being
how I savored the spring 's splendor
and saw the hard autumn in her voice
two seasons in my mind , I get down
a world appears , many hidden away
© Harish Mamgain
Comments
AUTHORThank you Chris. Glad you enjoyed the poem. I just blended nature with human nature.
Two Seasons. Very appropriate and good imagery in the comparisons and contrasts. I enjoyed this very much.
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Thank you Hari bhai, we live all seasons inside too ; I wanted to portray this point. Glad you liked the tale.
Wonderful story you have moulded harish jee around spring. Cool.
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Thank you Verlie for you visit to this hub and for such kind comments. I too am follower of sweet lady Nellieanna ,a wonderful poet, great friend , and a guide.
Spring and Sisters, what a beautiful poem, and an interesting story. I love the irony of seeing "the hard autumn in her voice", oblivious to the beauty of Spring around her. Well captured Harish. This is the first time I've visited your page, I followed my dear friend Nellieanna. Thank you for sharing. Photos are lovely. V.
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Manatita bhaiji , I 'm pleased with you second visit to this hub. You are too generous. I appreciate the constant encouragement extended by you. Thank you very much.
You have captured the Spring well and your reflections with it are also discerning. A great poem.
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Hi Dianna , love you presence , always. You 've been such a big supporter all along. Spring is my favorite season ; I love it with all my heart.
Spring brings up so much to gather ; It has all to wipe the malice and bitterness off. Glad you liked this piece. Thank you so much.
So much said in this poem to bring emotion to the heart and mind. Is on better than the other or can one do without the other? Good visual images!
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Thank you , Devika. I appreciate the continued support extended by you.
Strong and great expressions here. Loved it!
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Thank you , Gypsy for you visit and kind comments. I love you presence.
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Glad you liked the poem , Chitrangada Sharan. Spring is a beautiful season ; right from blooming of Semal 's flowers, we go on savoring the colorful season , and witness the grand procession of beautiful flowers. Every year, I welcome them with all my heart. This poem , though , caught spring with a tinge of some unsavoury flavor on the way. Thank you for you visit and kind comments.
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Thank you Venkatachariji , I appreciate your concern , Sir. This is a sign of true friendship when we point out pitfalls to our friends. I relish our friendship. Nellieanna is a great friend , giving so much wisdom to us.
Beautiful expressions and a thought provoking poem! I find your poem so much relatable.
Let’s welcome the spring, appreciate the beauty of Mother Nature, and remain positive.
Thanks for sharing this wonderful poem!
Most beautiful poetry. Enjoyed.
It's true, Harish. You need to be careful while doing those helping activities. I have seen the same gloomy hints to your position in those stanzas. But, I didn't point out it.
Nellieanna has been kind enough to notice your problems and give you some wonderful advice in tackling situations. I love her way of approach and respect her always as the gentlest lady I have ever come across.
Nellieanna, I wish you all my best wishes, if you are seeing this post. And, Harish Bhai, to you also my blessings and good wishes.
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Nellieanna, perhaps what you say is true. In such case, ' mind our own business ' seems a wise policy. Ruminating on frustrations of others definitely can affect our own thought process. You have a valid point and I express my gratitude to you for reminding me once again. You have been such a great supporter all along ; I am extremely overwhelmed by your kind gesture. Thanks a lot, my best friend. You beckon me to the right path, always. Love you valuable thoughts.
Oh, yes, Harish! It's obvious that you were sought out by the people involved, and didn't force your help into their situations. When someone asks for advice, of course, one always tries to offer the best one can, and certainly tries to show one cares.
My point was about the references to ways it cast shadows on your own savoring the beauty you were enjoying, dimming the light of your own experience of it. One can empathize with others, but also needs to not allow others' problems to darken or cast shadows on one's own lighted experience which is needed for your own sustenance and balance.
Part of doing that is to fully recognize that one cannot control or change the outlook and actions of others dealing with their problems. But that one MUST be in control of his/her own actions and outlook's health.
Sometimes theirs may overlap one's own, to no value or purpose for theirs, but could be a detriment to ones own.
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Thank you, Eric for appreciating this hub. Glad you liked it.
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Thank you so much dear bro manatita. I always love you presence on my hub. All peace to you and all.
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Glad you liked this stuff , dear Venkatachaariji. Thanks for stopping by and presenting the nice comments.
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Wow ! Nellieanna, what a great piece of advice given so sincerely by you through such cogent words. I do not try to interfere into such purely personal affairs of others unless someone himself/ herself seeks some guidance. People , in course of time, find a way out themselves. I love your wise words that you have so kindly extended to me with all affection. Thank you so much , my dear friend, for your visit and kind comments.
I’m entranced and lifted by your lovely first two stanzas, so wonderfully describing the beauties of Spring observed by your sensitive eyes and heart! I could just ‘see’ them from reading your words!
The human distractions shared in the remaining stanzas are also described poetically and effectively, especially revealing that those people seem unable or unwilling to try to help themselves to find within themselves ways to work out their issues and stay optimistic about them. They seem to prefer to wallow in their gloom and play on your sympathy to drag you down. There are people who thrive on just that.
My response to this is to want to cry out to you NOT to allow others’ preferred “downers” to ‘rain on your parade’ or to distract you from your own pursuit of joy and positive response to the beauties of the loveliness around you and to maintaining your own preferred optimism and willingness to deal with your own issues.
It’s always good to offer a hand-up to someone sincerely trying to resolve his/her problems, but years of experience have taught me that trying to pull someone up out of a pit of their own self-pity and unwillingness to take steps up our of it, are universally futile and either deter one from staying out of self-pity and can even trap one in other’s pits, to no avail.
So offering a hand and some positivity should be compassionately attempted, but if it is truly plainly being ignored or manipulated, it is best to at least wait till it is honestly sought by the sufferers, with plain and honest signs of real interest in being helped and helping themselves, too.
A very much emotional narration of the scenery. Touching the hearts.
A great reflection in this school of life. You do this so well. OM Shanti!!
Thanks Harish, a wonderful way to start my day.
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Never mind Nikki, I feel happy you liked this piece. Thanks for coming by and offering such nice comments.
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Thanks Threekeys, glad to have you presence. Thanks for kind comments.
Sorry Harish,,my apologies for spelling your name wrong.
Wow,,what a poetry on Mother Nature.Of course, spring is here and every plant is growing again to get a new life of spring.
Thankfully winter is getting away.
An awesome hub Harsh on spring and it’s blooming in this precious season.
I found myself getting lost in the layers.
Felt intense.
Many thanks Harish!
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