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Topic: Winter crys for Spring  |
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23 Apr 2008 08:18 pm | #1 |
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If winter comes,can spring be far behind? Does this verse of an eminent English Poet works in our real life? |
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13 May 2008 09:13 pm | #2 |
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i CANT UNDERSTAND WHAT U EXPECT. PLS. EXPLAIN SO THAT I WILL GIVE MY OPINION. |
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15 May 2008 08:22 pm | #3 |
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Hi lifetime,
Yes its right, and we can expect it in ur real life, that means when winter comes and makes u low (though I love winters!!) dont be low look ahead for the spring with bright colors and pleasant breeze, that means when there are lows in ur life the next turn of urs might be pleasant one thats what the poet means  |
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21 Jun 2008 02:36 pm | #7 |
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life goes on... perhaps thats what it means... or perhaps things change... or perhaps the night is the darkest before dawn... or perhaps the likes the circle of life... ..... |
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25 Jun 2008 09:31 pm | #8 |
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This is my promised poem:
"Denizens of the forest, Ye hear me aloud.
The Winter is now so bear with courage.
Take solace in its transience.
For there will be a field of bright flowers and nectar to come by.
There will be hue, light, and etherial bliss.
Blessed are the trees, for they do not shudder in the cold.
And lo and behold, They bring out the beauty to any keen eye!" |
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14 Feb 2009 11:45 am | #11 |
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The topic starter was referring to "Ode to The West Wind" by the English Poet P.B. Shelley:
"O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou, from whose unseen presence the leaves dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing,
Yellow, and black, and pale, and hectic red, Pestilence-stricken multitudes: O thou, Who chariotest to their dark wintry bed
The winged seeds, where they lie cold and low, Each like a corpse within its grave, until Thine azure sister of the Spring shall blow
Her clarion o'er the dreaming earth, and fill (Driving sweet buds like flocks to feed in air) With living hues and odors plain and hill:
Wild Spirit, which art moving everywhere; Destroyer and preserver; hear, oh, hear! .... .....ends up.... Scatter, as from an unextinguished hearth, Ashes and sparks, my words among mankind! Be through my lips to unawakened earth
The trumpet of a prophecy! O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind?
Interestingly, I discovered, living in England, that the "Doctrine of Karma" having been "purged" from "Christianity" in 6th Century AD the English put it on the "back burner". They assigned KARMA to GOD. In a MILD winter thay say "we will pay 4it by BAD summer". In a GOOD summer they say "we will pay 4it by BAD winter". (Pssst!!! Bad winter/Bad summer is THEIR KARMA) |
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09 May 2009 09:04 pm | #12 |
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We know Winter and Spring are seasons. The Hindu Cycle of seasons in India are Grishma(Summer), Vrasha(Rains), Sharad(Autumn), Hemanta(Pre-winter), Shishira(Winter) and Basant( Spring).
Crying for any thing means to get something. Mostly winter season would cover the land surface with snow. Snowfalls though beautiful give some troubles to all livings, even to plants. So everybody expect forthcoming season Spring to get relief from the Winter sufferings.
In spring the land turns warm, new leaves and colourful flowers begin in plants, stream flows with transparent water, etc, etc, the earth begins a celebration, in short.
So, its true winter cries for spring.
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24 May 2009 02:37 pm | #14 |
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The Winter may not cry for the Spring in India nor with Mumbaikars. But it is a true natural phenomenon of cylcle of seasons in the Earth spread over mostly everywhere. The poets would cry or smile with the imaginations about the surroundings and circumstances what they behold and enjoy.
It is wonder does not hear the cry of Winter at least in any one season.
Why ..? 
Good Wishes.
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25 Jun 2009 03:33 pm | #15 |
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Hi vambanaar,
Yipppeeeee . At last the Mumbai jantaa saw the rains that were delayed betond limits. Weather is beautiful out here since two days.
It is wonder does not hear the cry of Winter at least in any one season
Doing well at murdering humour, are we not?
Couple of months back a fropper friend who was down in Mubai was dropping me home a little past 11:30 p.m. I told his driver to shut the engine and asked friend to listen. After about 15-20 seconds I asked him if he had heard anything. He said "no. Not a sound". I told him "Joker, you were listening to sound of silence". From my window I can hear cuckoo bird singing, squirrels chirping, crows, piegeons etc. many friends on fropper know it by experience. Use to write poems for my mother many years ago and again found inspiration from a wonderful lady after 25 years, ALAS, her response to the poems was so discouraging, poems just stopped coming to me. Guess I am not a poet in true sense.
best rgds
saidas  |
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