Poems Not About Krishna, But Maybe They Are Options

[0Satyabhama0]

Go away from my window,
Leave at your own chosen speed.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I'm not the one you need.
You say you're looking for someone
Never weak but always strong
To protect you and defend you
Whether you are right or wrong
Someone to open each and every door,
But it ain't me babe
No no no it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, babe.

Go lightly from the ledge, babe,
Go lightly on the ground.
I'm not the one you want, babe,
I will only let you down.
You say you're looking for someone
Who will promise never to part
Someone to close his eyes for you
Someone to close his heart
Someone who will die for you and more
But it ain't me, babe,
No no no it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, babe.

Go melt back in the night
Everything inside is made of stone.
There's nothing in here moving
And anyway I'm not alone.
You say you're looking for someone
Who'll pick you up each time you fall,
To gather flowers constantly
And to come each time you call,
A lover for your life and nothing more,
But it ain't me, babe,
No, no, no, it ain't me, babe,
It ain't me you're looking for, babe.

~Bob Dylan

[0Aran0]

Satyabhama,
I know he's no Dylan, but I've always felt this expresses sentiments akin to certain Vaishnavic and/or Saivic Bhakti composition(s);
(From Antal and Appar through Mirabai et al.)

CATCH THE WIND

In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty
I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind.

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand
Along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When sundown pales the sky
I wanna hide a while
Behind your smile
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing,
T'would make me sing
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near
To kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind.

For standing in your heart
Is where I wanna be
And I long to be,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind. - Donovan

[0planetpriya0]

Satyabhama,
                    I know he's no Dylan, but I've always felt this expresses sentiments akin to certain Vaishnavic and/or Saivic Bhakti composition(s).
(From Antal and Appar through Mirabai et al.)

CATCH THE WIND

In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty
I want to be
In the warm hold of your loving mind.

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand
Along the sand
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When sundown pales the sky
I wanna hide a while
Behind your smile
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing,
T'would make me sing
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near
To kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind.

For standing in your heart
Is where I wanna be
And I long to be,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.        - Donovan

I LIVE on Donovans Drive, how spooky is that ??!

[Subhash]

Twice or thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name;
So in a voice, so in a shapelesse flame, Angells affect us oft, and worship'd bee; Still when, to where thou wert, I came,
Some lovely glorious nothing I did see.

But since my soule, whose child love is,
Takes limmes of flesh, and else could nothing doe,
More subtile then the parent is,
Love must not be, but take a body too,
And therefore what thou wert, and who,
I bid Love aske, and now
That it assume thy body, I allow,
And fix it selfe in thy lip, eye, and brow

Whilst thus to ballast love, I thought,
And so more steddily to have gone,
With wares which would sinke admiration,
I saw, I had loves pinnace overfraught, Every haire for love to worke upon
Is much too much, some fitter must be sought;


For, nor in nothing, nor in things Extreme, and scatt'ring bright, can love inhere;
Then as an Angell face and wings
Of aire, not pure as it, yet pure doth weare,
So thy love may be my loves spheare;
Just such disparitie As is twixt Aire and Angells puritie,
'Twixt womens love, and mens will ever bee.



- John Donne

[Subhash]

Upon a gloomy night,
With all my cares to loving ardours flushed,
(O venture of delight!)
With nobody is sight
I went abroad when all my house was hushed.

In safety, in disguise,
In darkness up the secret stair I crept,
(O happy enterprise)
concealed from other eyes
When all my house at length in silence slept.

Upon that lucky night
In secrecy, inscrutable to sight,
I went without discerning
And with no other light
Except for that which in my heart was burning.

It lit and led me through
More certain than the light of noonday clear
To where One waited near
Whose presence well I knew,
There where no other presence might appear.

Oh night that was my guide!
Oh darkness dearer than the morning’s pride,
Oh night that joined the lover
To the beloved bride
Transfiguring them each into the other.

Within my flowering breast
Which only for himself entire I save
He sank into his rest
And all my gifts I gave
Lulled by the airs with which the cedars wave.

Over the ramparts fanned
While the fresh wind was fluttering his tresses,
With his serenest hand
My neck he wounded, and
Suspended every sense with its caresses.

Lost to myself I stayed
My face upon my lover having laid
From all endeavour ceasing:
And all my cares releasing
Threw them amongst the lilies there to fade

St John of The Cross


Once again in the world,
Of 1200 feelings
All in electric lights,
We see what we can

I love the sound wind,
Blowing at night through trees
From the roof i can see toons
Past the houses of the city

And i have been yours,
In fall and in praying
And i loved to look at you
From the side at night,
With music playing
And love will protect you
To the edge of the wood
And a monster will get you,
And love does no good

And even if love were not what i wanted
Love would make love the thing most desired

Will Oldham

[evakurvan]

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.

They said, "You have a blue guitar,
You do not play things as they are."

The man replied, "Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar."

And they said then, "But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,

A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are."

By Wallace Stevens

[0Aran0]

On Kasuga plain

On Kasuga plain

between those patches of snow

just beginning to sprout,

glimpsed,

the blades of grass,

like those glimpses of you


- Mibu no Tadamine

[0Abhi0]

What are you doing here?
What do you want?
Is it music?
We can play music.
But you want more.
You want something & someone new.
Am I right?
Of course I am.
You want ecstasy
Desire & dreams.
Things not exactly what they seem.
I lead you this way, he pulls that way.
I'm not singing to an imaginary girl.
I'm talking to you, my self.
Let's recreate the world.
The palace of conception is burning.

Look. See it burn.
Bask in the warm hot coals.

You're too young to be old
You don't need to be told
You want to see things as they are.
You know exactly what I do
Everything

-Jim Morisson

[0Satyabhama0]

Without you
the ground thaws
the rain falls
the grass grows

Without you
the seeds root
the flowers bloom
the children play.

The stars gleam
the poets dream
the eagles fly
without you.

The earth turns
the sun burns
but I die
without you.

Without you
the stars roar
the breeze warms
the girl smiles
the cloud moves.

Without you
the tides change
the boys run
the oceans crash.

The crowds roar
the days soar
the babies cry
without you.

The moon glows
the river flows
but I die
without you.


The world revives, colors renew,
but I know blue, only blue,
lonely blue, within me blue.

Without you.

Without you
the hand gropes
the ear hears
the pulse beats.


Without you
the eyes gaze
the legs walk
the lungs breathe.

The mind churns
The heart yearns
The tears dry
without you.

life goes on

but I’m gone

cause I die

without you.

~Jonathan Larson
from the musical Rent

[Tapati]

Blue Boy

Lady called the blue boy, love,
She took him home
Made himself an idol, yes,
So he turned to stone
Like a pilgrim she travelled
Ta place her flowers
Before his granite grace
And she prayed aloud for love
To waken in his face
In his face, oh __________

Sometimes in the evening
He would read to her
Roll her in his arms
And give his seed to her
She would wake in the morning
Without him
And go to the window
And look out thru the pain
But the statue in her garden
He always looked the same
He looked the same, ah _________

Bring her boots of leather
And she will dance for him
Shyly from a feather fan
She’ll glance for him
Here he comes after midnight
To find her again
He will come a few times more
Till he finds a lady statue
Standing in a door
In her door, oh __________

--Joni Mitchell

[evakurvan]

Abhi I put my own edited version of that Jim Morrison poem in the old thread: What is your favourite Doors song, as one of my favourite Doors things of all time! I should have included the last 2 paragraphs, minus the last line.

[0Abhi0]

Abhi I put my own edited version of that Jim Morrison poem in the old thread: What is your favourite Doors song, as one of my favourite Doors things of all time! I should have included the last 2 paragraphs, minus the last line.

Hm... Somehow I missed that posting.

I don't listen to much of 70s music. Doors would be one of the big exceptions. Love that group. One of my favorite choices in certain mood.

I would have to say my favorite Doors song is "Light My Fire". Though sometimes I also play "Love Street" over and over again. Words are not that deep, however somehow it "speaks" to me.

[evakurvan]

I don't think you had even come to the board yet. Nothing beats those eerie beginnings of NOT TO TOUCH THE EARTH.

House upon the hill
Moon is lying still
Shadows of the trees
Witnessing the wild breeze

Run Run Run

Red are the arms of luxuriant chairs
And you won't know a thing till you get inside.

Ya, c'mon!
We should see the gates by morning
Sun, sun, sun
Burn, burn, burn
Soon, soon, soon
Moon, moon, moon
I will get you.

[evakurvan]

And then...

(By Conor Oberst)

But it's still hard to sleep with these moon's heavy beams.
I run barefoot to the backyard.
Just to freeze in my place by the wrought-iron gate
too ashamed and afraid to advance.

[0Abhi0]

This one is by the Lizard King of my generation.



One baby to another says,
I'm lucky to have met you
I don't care what you think
Unless it is about me
It is now my duty to completely drain you
A travel through a tube
And end up in your infection

Chew your meat for you
Pass it back and forth
In a passionate kiss
From my mouth to yours
Because I like you

With eyes so dilated,
I've became your pupil
You've taught me everything
Without a poison apple
The water is so yellow, I'm a healthy student
Indebted and so grateful -
Vacuum out the fluids

...Sloppy lips to lips
You're my vitamins because I'm like you

- Kurt Cobain

[Subhash]

I've been looking so long at these pictures of you
That I almost believe that they're real
I've been living so long with my pictures of you
That I almost believe that the pictures are
All I can feel

Remembering
You standing quiet in the rain
As I ran to your heart to be near
And we kissed as the sky fell in
Holding you close
How I always held close in your fear
Remembering
You running soft through the night
You were bigger and brighter and wider than snow
And screamed at the make-believe
Screamed at the sky
And you finally found all your courage
To let it all go



Remembering
You fallen into my arms
Crying for the death of your heart
You were stone white
So delicate
Lost in the cold
You were always so lost in the dark
Remembering
You how you used to be
Slow drowned
You were angels
So much more than everything
Hold for the last time then slip away quietly
Open my eyes
But I never see anything

If only I'd thought of the right words
I could have held on to your heart
If only I'd thought of the right words
I wouldn't be breaking apart
All my pictures of you

Looking so long at these pictures of you
But I never hold on to your heart
Looking so long for the words to be true
But always just breaking apart
My pictures of you

There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to feel you deep in my heart
There was nothing in the world
That I ever wanted more
Than to never feel the breaking apart
All my pictures of you


(pictures of you- The Cure)

[Emma]

Grief Grows My grief will grow
. Grow into what? Into an obsession,
And I will think about you Every second of every moment
In every day; Into depression – A big black hole that
opens before me As I walk along. My grief will grow Into an anger so red and raw That I will not be able to see anything else.
I will be blind with rage. Its fire will kindle in
my soul Until I am burnt up, Consumed by the flames.
My grief will renew Like the phoenix Rising purified
from its funeral pyre. My grief will grow Into compassion
– I will look into the eyes of another And see my own
pain reflected there; Or into passion: I will
commit myself wholeheartedly To the things that
I believe.
And into gifts that I will give to others
From the very depths of my soul. My grief will grow
– Not into more grief. Perhaps one day my grief will
grow Into hope: Hope that I can use All I have learnt
To make a difference to someone else. Hope that I will
no longer Wear my pain Like a badge on my sleeve,
Or let it consume me so totally That it becomes the
sum of who I am. Hope that whether or not I believe
we will meet again Still I can behave as if we will,
So that you can be proud of me. Hope that in our own
time I will travel far enough To be worthy to have known
you. Hope that I will know in my heart That to let go
the pain Is to let in the love, And give it room to grow
. Hope that one day my soul Will be so full of love That
there will not be room for anything else. Then joy,
and not grief only, Will be mine.

[Kalisurfer]

Bluebird

there's a bluebird in my heart that
wants to get out
but I'm too tough for him,
I say, stay in there, I'm not going
to let anybody see
you.

Charles Bukowski

[Brainiac]

Man Kyon Beheka Re, from the film Utsav (1984):

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(Man kyon behekaaaaa re beheka)
Man kyon beheka re beheka aadhi raat ko?
(Bela meheka ho)
Bela meheka re meheka aadhi raat ko

Kisne bansi bajaaye aadhi raat ko? (x2)
(Jisne palakein ho)
Jisne palakein churaaye aadhi raat ko

Man kyon ...

Jhaanjhar jhamake sun sun sun (x3) aadhi raat ko
Usko toko na roko, roko na toko, toko na roko aadhi raat ko

Ohhhhhhhhh.. laaj lage re lage aadhi raat ko (x2)
Bina sindoor soun aadhi raat ko

Bela meheka ...

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Above video clip chosen because it has English subtitles.
Here is better, uninterrupted version of the track, contains an extra verse:

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