Amongst the Trees

Amongst the Trees

I lie myself down upon the earth.
Her vibrations harmonize with mine.
Embracing the soil for I have been dirt.
Listen I do for the wisdom of trees.

Dear forest garden of my birth,
sing to me of unknown things sublime.
Share with me the secrets of your hurt.
Show me what the mind’s eye sees.

Sweet morning dew does quench my thirst,
as thoughts go far beyond this time.
Supple leaves with breezes flirt,
singing parables for the souls’ ease.

I’ve stripped my bark for what it’s worth,
feel the softness left behind.
Beneath your canopy I rest assured,
this cradle of life, it surely frees.

Speaking now I say this first.
I’m touching you within this rhyme.
A talisman left not disturbed,
for you to seek amongst the trees.

©VishalDutia

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Nothing to see here

Nothing to see here

Believing becomes a fairy tale  
Every opinion is up for sale
Hiding memories of a broken home
I only see myself alone
Never knowing if I’ll be alright
Demons calling for me every night

Many sins are buried deep within
Years of sorrow settle in

Manipulating my reality  
Anything is better than what I see  
Severed many ties to good for me
Killed everything I tried to be

I no longer feel a thing
Sadness is the song I sing

Do not try to reach me anymore
Empty eyes forever more
Apathy becomes my new best friend  
Trust is just a means to an end
Heed the words, don’t let me in.

©VishalDutia

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I spoke to the Earth

I spoke to the Earth

I spoke to the earth
about my self worth
as the clear blue sky
asked why.

Stars just out of reach
the cause I beseech
unnerved by the lies
in her eyes.

As day turns to night
in a moments twilight
the answers I seek
go unseen.

For the pain that I feel
it isn’t quite real,
the things I cling to
are a dream.

Awoke by the song
that the bluebird sings long
of the carefree desires
in its heart.

There’s a simpler truth
in the mysteries aloof
that together works better
apart.

Mother Earth says return
with the lessons you learned
and dance like a child
with the moon.

Seek not with the heart
let the soul do its part
and love will be calling
you soon.

© VishalDutia

Modern Explorer

Modern Explorer

I’ve been to the top of the mountain
And looked down breathlessly
At the Earth’s mighty majesty.

I’ve licked my lips and hung my tongue
Between the two peaks of bountiful joy.
Glad in my total corporal amazement.

I’ve explored down deep in the valleys too
Where my legs held stiff and firm
Against the elements and the beginnings of life.

Through it all from beginning to end
I’ve held my arms wide open naked
Ready and willing to embrace nature.
Above and below belonging to it all.

And in my good fortune through all my travels
I have never been lost though often alone.
She’s my path, my pal and my way home.
She is my mother Earth.

©VishalDutia

Universe at Romance

Universe at Romance

Tonight I will be Gazing,
the Dark Skies at Eleven.
Fixing Myself a Date,
with Uranus in Heaven.
Venus next door,
will be Jealous and in Tears.
As I had refused Her Dates,
all over the Years.
Mercury will rise,
after it’s affair with Mars.
Saturn will be rocking Neptune
as Jupiter Romances The Stars.
Our poor Earth’s Romance,
got left out of the Race.
As the Virus had arrived
and there was a mask on every Face.

©VishalDutia

A Million, Billion Stars

A Million, Billion Stars

As I held My Moon,
last Night.
The Stars got Jealous
and we’re out of Sight.
A Universe that had
a Million, Billion Stars.
Hid themselves between,
Earth and Mars.

© VishalDutia

My Moon went missing

My Moon went missing

My Moon went missing
and My Mercury kept rising.
So I took a brisk walk,
around the Rings of Saturn.
As My Heart wept Tears,
forming a sad Pattern.
I went searching for Her,
On Jupiter and Mars.
Venus had seen Her,
with the “Shooting Stars”.
Pluto suggested that,
I may find Her on Charon.
As it rhymed well,
with Her Name Sharon.
Uranus and Neptune,
said “Why not try Earth?
U may find Her,
at Her place of Birth”.

© VishalDutia

How Long

How Long

how long
until I pull myself together
and rise up

how many years
until I realize

I deserve the same respect
the same compassion

as any other being
on the face of the Earth

all I need to do
is open my hand

how long will it take
to find the strength
to do that

©VishalDutia

What love means

What love means

I love you
I don’t mean I love you
I mean the Adrenaline that rush up my spin at the thought of your smile
The joy of your smile that makes me smile
The smile drawn across my face
The smile that sit in my eyes though the sun rises and sets south
A speck of your voice that sounds like music in my ears
The way you look at me and smile like your the happiest man on earth
How you are you when you drive me crazy, and make me happy
The way your hands wrap around my waist as you hug me
How you got patience of the world with me
The wya you express yourself like a blooming rose
Though I don’t love Your looks though your hotter than the sun that sets in autumn night
Though I don’t love the things you give me but the thought and love you put in
Though I don’t love the things you do for me but your kindness and efforts
I love you for who you are not for what you have, will have or what you give me.

©VishalDutia

Elements Of My Life

Elements Of My Life

When I am 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗵,
I am grounded,
I am safe.
But like rock,
I can be cracked, or
Crumbled.
Struggling,
Trying,
To collect my self back up.

But when I am 𝗮𝗶𝗿,
I cannot break –
I can only be felt.
My state,
Doesn’t relate,
To the futile,
Attempts,
To hurt me.
But it can get tiring,
Without being able,
To land.

And sometimes,
I’m like 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲.
A flame,
Of passion,
Can burst,
Into a Raging blaze,
Of love,
Or hate,
Or somewhere,
In between.

And other times,
I am like 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿.
I am lifted.
I float atop.
I am given a break,
Or,
I am given a lesson.

𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩,
The waves…
Can turn into a monsoon, and

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩,
The fire…
Could completely engulf me, and

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩,
The winds..
May blow a bit too fierce, and

𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩,
The earth…
Can sometimes shatter beneath me,

𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿.

For if I am to live this life,
There is nothing more,
And nothing less,
I could do.

© VishalDutia

Self-Control

Self-Control

Please! No more than one birth
Already too many folks on earth

©VishalDutia

She

She

She burns like a Sun
She shines like a Star
She blooms like a flower
She wiped away my tears
But she herself never cried
She hides all her pain behind the mask called smile
The sky too bend for her love
The Mother earth feels blessed when she walks
I call her Mom because I was blessed in her womb.

©VishalDutia

Atmospheric thrust #Poetry

Atmospheric thrust #Poetry

Star gazer,
Cosmic dust,  
Soul flavour,  
Moonlit musk,
Trail blazer,  
Orbit thrust,
Earth savor,  
Universal trust……

– VishalDutia

The River

The River

The river is fast
The river can be slow
The river has trash
Like the ocean as shown
The trash kills water animals
So keep the water clean
Animals die everyday
So make the most of it
Take care of our planet before the days goes away

Bubble Wrapped #Poetry

Bubble Wrapped #Poetry

I’m fearful,
don’t ask of what,
because I’m fearful of,
everything…

I’m bubble wrapped,
and if you bother asking why,
take a look outside

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Save Nature, Save Earth #Poetry

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We enjoy the sunshine

The rainfall, the rivers

The sun in summer

The winter that gives shivers.

What will we do

Without the trees

That line our roads

And give us the breeze!

 

Pollution is destroying

Mother earth and nature

Plastics or car smoke

Is dangerous for creatures.

 

So please wake up

Before it is late

And save Mother Earth

At any rate.

 

Lets all work together

For natures beauty

And say it to yourself

My Earth, My Duty.

 

The water that we drink

The air that we inhale

The forest, the hills

The Tiger and the Whale.

 

Everything around us

That Mother Earth gives

Is beautiful and lovely

And helps us live.

 

Look at the trees

They give you life

They are as important

As your kids or wife.


Only after the last tree has been cut down. Only after the last river has been poisoned. Only after the last fish has been caught, only then will you find that money cannot be eaten.

                                                                                  – Cree Indian Prophecy

 

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“Earth is the birth of the blues” #Poetry

“Earth is the birth of the blues,” sang Yellow Bertha,
as she chopped cotton beside Mama Rose.
It was as hot as any other summer day,
when she decided to run away.
Folks say she made a fortune
running a whorehouse in New Orleans,
but others say she’s buried somewhere out west,
her grave unmarked,
though you can find it in the dark
by the scent of jasmine and mint,
but I’m getting ahead of myself.
If it wasn’t for hell,
we’d all be tapdancing with the devil
Mama Rose used to say,
but as it is, we just stand and watch,
while someone else burns up before salvation.
“People desire damnation, Bertha,” she said,
unwrapping the rag from her head
to let the sweat flow down the corn rows,
plaited as tightly as the night coming down
on the high and mighty on judgment day.
They say she knew what was coming,
because she threw some bones that morning.
She bent down to pick up her rag which had fallen
and when she straightened up, her yellow gal
had gone down the road.
“Go then,” she called out, “I didn’t want you no how.”
Then she started talking to herself
about how Old White John caught her milking cows.
“He wrestled me to the ground and did his nastiness.”
He said, “your daddy was a slave and his daddy
and I’m claiming back what’s mine.”
It was July. I remember fireworks going off outside.
When Bertha come, so white
she liked to scared me to death,
I let her suckle my breast
and I said, “All right, little baby,
maybe I’ll love you. Maybe.”
Mama Rose said she did her best,
but it’s hard to raise a gal like that
with everybody thinking she’s giving them the high hat,
because she’s so light and got those green eyes
that look right through you. She frightens people.
Even men, who’re usually wanting to saddle up
and ride that kind of mare, can’t abide her.
They’re afraid if they try her, they’ll never be the same.
The only ones willing are white.
They’re watching her day and night,
but they know John swore to kill any man
who touched her,
because lo and behold, he owns up to her.
He’s proud of her. Nobody can believe it.
He’s even at her baptism.
He buys her cheap dresses and candy at the store.
He hands it to her out the door,
because she can’t go in.
He won’t, he won’t stop looking at her
like it’s some kind of miracle she was born
looking so much like him and his people.
It’s a warning, or something.
“It’s evil turning back on itself,” said the preacher
the Sunday cut clean through by the truth,
by the living proof, as Old John stood up in church
and testified to the power of God,
who spoke to him that morning,
telling him he was a sinner.
He died that winter. Horrible suffering, they say.
He had a stroke on the way to town.
His car ran off the road and he drowned.
They say Bertha found him.
They say she ran all the way to town for the doctor,
who told her, “I am not a colored doctor,”
so she went and got the sheriff.
He listened for a while, then he locked her in a cell.
He said he knew she was guilty of something.
Well, after a while, Rose went down there
and I swear she nearly had a fit.
“Get my daughter out here,” she said.
“How can you lock up your own brother’s child?”
The sheriff knew it was true, so finally he said,
“You take her and don’t ever cross my path again.”
When Bertha passed him on the way out,
he tripped her with his foot.
When she got off the floor, she said,
“Every dog has its day.”

From that time to this is a straight line,
pointing at a girl,
who doesn’t even have shoes anymore,
as she runs down the road,
throwing off her ragged clothes, as she goes,
until she’s as naked as the day she was born.
When she comes to washing hanging on the line,
she grabs a fine dress and keeps on running.
She’s crying and laughing at the same time.
Along comes a truck that says J. GOODY on the side.
The man driving stops to give her a ride.
He swings the door open on the passenger side,
but Bertha says, “Move over, I’ll drive.”
When she asks him why he stopped,
he says, “I know white trash, when I see it.
You’re just like me, but you’re a girl. You’re pretty.
You can free yourself. All you have to do
is show a little leg and some titty in the big city.”
He gave her fifty cents and a wink
and she started thinking she might as well turn white.
She got a job waiting table in a dance hall.
One night, the boss heard her
singing along with the band.
He said, “Why don’t you go up on stage,”
and she said, “I play piano too.”
He said, “Howdy do.”
From then on, she made everybody pay
one way, or another.
She got hard. She took lovers—
fathers, sons, and husbands.
It didn’t matter,
but once in a while, she heard her mother’s voice,
saying, “You made the wrong choice,”
and she felt the blues
and she let loose with a shout.
“Lordy,” said the boss, “you sound colored.”
More and more people came to hear her sing,
but they kind of feared her too.
They said, she was too white to sing the blues like that.
It wasn’t right.
One night, she got to talking with the boss.
He walked round and round the office, shaking his head,
saying how much he’d lose,
if she stopped singing the blues.
“How often can you find a treasure like mine,” he said,
laying his hand on her shoulder,
then he said, “If I weren’t so old,”
and his voice dropped off to a whisper,
then he said, “I got the answer now, sweet Roberta.
Go on down to the dressing room and wait.”
It didn’t take long.
He came in and set a jar on the table.
“What do I do with this?” Asked Bertha.
He said, “you’re going to pass for colored.”
Suddenly, she was wearing blackface.
Suddenly, she was safe on the other side
of the door she slammed on the past
and it was standing open at last.
She could come and go as she pleased
and no one saw her enter, or leave.
She was free, she was freed,
but she didn’t feel it
and she needed it to be real.
She went on, though. She flowed like a river,
carrying the body of a man,
who had himself a nigger, because he could.
She lived. She got old.
She almost froze one cold spell
and she got up from her sickbed
and told her daughter
she got during the change of life
it was time to go.
She sewed a note to her ragged coat.
It said, “This is the granddaughter of Mama Rose.”
She put fifty cents in her hand
and went to stand with her at the bus stop.
She would not return, but her child
had earned the right to go home.

When I got off the bus,
a hush fell over the people waiting there.
I was as white as my mother,
but my eyes were gray, not green.
I had hair down to my waist and braids so thick
they weighed me down.
Mother said, my father was a white musician
from another town,
who found out her secret
and left her and me to keep it.
Mama Rose knew me, though, blind as she was.
“What color are you, gal?” She asked
and I told her, “I’m as black as last night.”
That’s how I passed, without asking permission.

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The antidote to exhaustion isn't rest. It's Nature.. – Shikoba

Learning without thought is labor lost; thought without learning is perilous. – Confucious #Quotes #LearningSomethingNew

Learning without thought is labor lost; thought without learning is perilous. – Confucious #Quotes #LearningSomethingNew

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No country can really develop unless its citizens are educated. – Nelson Mandela #Quotes #Education

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No country can really develop unless its citizens are educated.

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That where my home is

Nature has no compassion. Nature accepts no excuses and the only punishment it knows is death. -ERIC HOFFER #Quotes #nature

Nature has no compassion. Nature accepts no excuses and the only punishment it knows is death. -ERIC HOFFER #Quotes #nature

Nature has no compassion. Nature accepts no excuses and the only punishment it knows is death.
-ERIC HOFFER #Quotes #nature

All the time nature is trying to tell us things and we blur her greatness with our little thoughts, our feebleness and flesh #Quotes #nature

All the time nature is trying to tell us things and we blur her greatness with our little thoughts, our feebleness and flesh #Quotes #nature

All the time nature is trying to tell us things and we blur her greatness with our little thoughts, our feebleness and flesh
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Nature, with its fragile yet resilient magnificence, models for us what aliveness means and reminds us that we are mortal. #Quotes #nature

Nature, with its fragile yet resilient magnificence, models for us what aliveness means and reminds us that we are mortal. #Quotes #nature

Nature, with its fragile yet resilient magnificence, models for us what aliveness means and reminds us that we are mortal.
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All nature is the temple; earth the altar. -ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE #Quotes

All nature is the temple; earth the altar. -ALPHONSE DE LAMARTINE #Quotes

All nature is the temple; earth the altar.
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We cannot command nature except by obeying her. – FRANCIS BACON #Quotes

We cannot command nature except by obeying her. – FRANCIS BACON #Quotes

We cannot command nature except by obeying her.
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Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another. EDMUND BURKE #Quotes

Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another. EDMUND BURKE #Quotes

Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another.
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Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another. EDMUND BURKE #Quotes

Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another. EDMUND BURKE #Quotes

Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another.
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Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another. EDMUND BURKE #Quotes

Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another. EDMUND BURKE #Quotes

Never, no, never did Nature say one thing and Wisdom say another.
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Mother Nature has the best box of crayons.