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Published by The Blue Fog Journalin association with Lulu Press
Second Edition
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A Hot Pot ofRoasted Poems
Rohitash Chandra
Published byThe Blue Fog Journal
Lulu Press
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Also by Rohitash Chandra
Barefoot on Soft River Sand
Namaste Fiji: The International Anthology (Editor),
The Blue Fog Journal, July, 2007.
December 2006 Issue (Editor), The Blue Fog Journal.
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for my Mother
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The publication of this book has been made possible by thegenerosity of Ratu Joni Madraiwiwi.
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Authors Notes
Some poems from this collection are taken from my previouscollection Barefoot on Soft River Sand. The poems in this collectionaddress a wide range of themes. I have written these in a passionfor life, peace, and the love of god.
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Acknowledgements
My sincere gratitude to Ratu Joni Madraiwiwi, Devanesh Sharma,Reshma and Michael Dutta, Christian Omlin, Moiz Munif, RoneelChand, Siddharta Sharma, Satendra Nandan, Jyoti and KavitaNandan, friends and teachers of Saraswati College, colleagues atUSP and The University of Fiji, for their inspiration, support and
guidance in the publication of this book.
My deep appreciation to Mr. Nam, a noble and respected Koreanartist; this book is inspired by his teachings of art and life. I amthankful to Mom, Roni, my two sisters Ranjeeta and Ranjeeni.
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To Fiji
Lets soak in the rain of reconciliationand unity and rebuild the country.
There are a lot of religious and racial differences amongpeople throughout the world. Lets put all forms of differences
aside and unite mankind to make earth and heaven one.
We call God by different names, God is one.
Religion is a means of reaching God, religion is not God.Tradition and rituals are the creation of men in the name ofGod. One can obtain salvation with good karma and
meditation.
Ignorance is the darkness, let the light of knowledgeshine in and set you free.
Love is the road to God realization. Walk on it.
Rohitash Chandra
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Contents
I. Sugar-Coated Youth 1and Illuminated Nature
II. Love, Romance and Passion 17
III. The Science and Philosophy of Things 33
IV. Spirituality 51
V. Peace and Freedom 61
VI. Nature and Survival 69
VII. Untitled 77
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I Sugar-Coated Youthand Illuminated Nature
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Summer in Fiji
Green mangoeshang on treeslike beadsof fancy earrings.
Green weeds creepwhile flowers drip
fragrance in the airand blossomin the season splendid.
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The King of the Skyfor Manoca Back-Road
The young lad ran out the bed,new plans for the day he laid.Crossed bamboos light weight,with noose-paper folded a kite.
An eel was the tail,he ran out the door to test its sail.
No leaf moved as no wind threw any gale,never mind his plans will not fail.
He flung his kite up in the air,ran on the road without despair.His kite gained height,far away far away the light weight.
He tightened and loosened the string,and steered his kite to bringIt away from the electric poles,in his hands the string roll.
The roll of string was,
spinning on an axel made of a twigHe was unwinding a lot of thread,sailing aheadthe birds flying around were scared
They thought that the kite was a hawk,some birds seemed provokedSail with winds away,
the mighty king in control of a boy.
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It should not rain today,
or wet, his kite will fall in dismay.He joined many more strings,and released the kite with wind swings.
Soon as a dot in the sky,behind the clouds, it was far lost byTired with the joy of the dayfor home heads the sailor boy.
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Growing Up in a Small Villagefor Saraswati Primary Manoca School
Yes, I walked down the tracksThrough the jungles, in school to doodle,In my books hiding under the desksI scribbled pictures of superman and the poodles.
The tracks were covered with marks of hooves
And lumps, lumps of cow dungI swing, I swing large plastic hoopsThose I picked as junk.
One summer I saw this soil parting with cracks,In rain my shoes on sticky muddy puddles.The boys looking at the sky with a kite lack
The breeze, when leaves are silent and slack.
Wait all day for the ting tang of the metal bell,Books books fill the so called sacksIn a line marching along the tracks we shallCarry these sacks, full of sweat on our backs.
Go home for the soup of two-minute noodle,Relax for a while and again stealthily doodle.Now I wish my lifes colours could turn,And I, again a child from man.
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Paintings in the Sky
The risingyellow round sparkis throwing colours,penetrating into the clouds,fading into cirrusglowing the edgesof cumulonimbus.
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Rain in Nausorifor the empty rice fields
Rain falls and crumbleson the corrugated iron rooflike rice grainsfrom the fields yieldcrumble and tumbleon the tarpaulinin the harvesting season.
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When I was Youngfor Ranjeeta
When I was young at age of six or more,I was passionatefor the drops with a soft glow.Whenever the rain crackled
like grains falling on the roofI would gaze from the insideto see the drops that hop bouncing on water tops.
My chin on my hand palms,with thoughts on wrapped short arms
I wondered of horses and cowsthat after the hot shinenodded at the rainbow.I would stare and stare to see the crackling flareWhenever thunder roared,they said that huge drumswere rolled by the gods.
I would spread my handsto feel and touchthe stream of the dropsfalling from the roof tops.I stand there watchingthe leaves fast floating
with the water soaking inall the soil it can,washing all the particles of sand.
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I remember the vision
the beautiful rainy seasonThe way a rain dropbounce in the water and hopThe drops were so shinyon my hands that were soft and tiny.
Give me permissionto run out of the porchand reach my hands for the dropsto dissolve with the wind of the seasonwith arms wide openand purify in the rain with no genuine reason,for just a little joy and enlightenment.
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Candlelight
Eat all the air give lightSwiftly move in a rhythmBurn the candle.
Shrink and glow, as you growSmaller; like a lamp post
With giant water dropsClinging side to side,To the bottom the drops slideAnd slowly freeze.
A unique shape you obtain,From far away you gleam,
Miracles performed by the light beam.
Eat the darkSpread your art.
Dark like a ghost,Tries to capture youWith all the powerIt can showerSooner or laterYou may not remain,I will light another candle,Then shall we meet again.
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Dusk
The sun like a loose kiteis slowly fallinginto the mountains.
The north-east trade windsblow a soft gale
while the clouds fade fromone colour into another.
The moon with its round crater-faceand magical spell of faded shadowsall night befriendsthe lonely man with a tired face,
walking home,tired and trappedin the shoe of a long hard dayknitted by its lace.
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Water Puddlesfor Mrs Sharma
The ants felt the drops on them,huge and lumpysome were carried away rollingdown the tracks bumpy.
Thunder crackled with light
roaring like trampling dynamite. Millions of soft and tiny pearlswhich were to feed the hungry sea shellsfell and bounced in the dry wellsoaking the dusty earths dry swirls.
The ducks had flapped their wings drynow the dusty earth and sand
is now muddy by the skyThe shrubs along the roads
covered by the dust brown, were green again
purified with the rain.
The plants flower
while creeks full of waterNew twigs emerge from the old seeds
soon the field would yieldFrangipanis would blossom
farmers would singof the rain and all the new seasonhas to bring.
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The Goat and the Kidfor Kumari
In the field down the wild hillin soft grass, in green weed.the goat which had a big summer bellyhas birthed a white-coated kid.
The white-coated kid shines brightwhen the sun mingles its fur with light.
The young has big floppy earsround eyes and fur so soft and dear,a bell under the neckthe kid its little tail wags.
The young cuddles its mother's breastto suck milk in jerks,wagging its pony tailbehind its legs.
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He Likes to Eat
He ate and ateTook huge bitesTill his tummy felt tightHe gained he gained weight.He never cared about being fathad a tummy big and wide to let
He walked a little and often satcould win any eating bet.
Sometimes he was as lazy as an overfed catoffered girls flowers like daisiesso he could chat
He walked like a giant tortoisewith a heavy load on its backchocolate-coated candy was allhe would fill in his bedside sack.
His hunger would quickenIf anyone talked about chickenWhenever he ate ham and bacon,A bucketful of waterin the morning would him awaken.He always said, as eating by his television layThat he would change the food he hadOr he would tumble and potatoes be fedHis heart would choke and be lazy dead.
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The Yellow Morning
Slowly light eats the darkwith its spark.The sun a bright egg yolkburns and rises like a balloon in the sky,and stretches its arm of ray particleswhich penetrate the cloudsglowing golden edges near the bright yolkenergizing the land and the horizon.
The flowers are like little factorieswhere the bees and birdscome to work everyday.The bright yellow yolk in the skyrings bells for them
to open up and attractnew workers day by day.
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II Love, Romance and Passion
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Breathing in Lovefor Roni
I notice the flowers by the roadsideWhich I used to ignore before,Thin blue skies and floating wool-like cloudsAnd green leaves dancing in rain shrouds.
With a vacant mind I observebright colourful flowersBarefoot I digest the crisp of leavescrumbling in the garden.
Usually I smile for no reason, taste the rain and shiverNow my soul floats like a bamboo in the riverHappy the current might carry me somewhereScared I used to be, in love now I can dare.
Songs often play in my mindWhile back and forth with thoughts I wind.At night by my window, I smile at the moonIn love, I feel my heart pounding in tune.
Sugar tastes sweeter these daysI used to live before, now alive in glorious waysMy body is now in tune with my spiritLove flow in my veins head to feet.
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Blue Eyes
Her eyes were,like the entire deep blue sea
Trapped inside a pearlof the clam shell.
From the steep rocky cliffhe stared into the deep blue sea,
Then he tripped and fellstraight into the shell
And trapped he wasinside the pearl.
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The Sound of Musicfor Roni
Love sprinkles in the airAs we dance hand in hand,The glass of wine tastesYour lips with mineWhile the melody moves
In through your bones makingYour muscles soft and moveAlong with the tuneYour body now in my control,The wind is playing softly on your skinNot so harsh to blow off the candles,Now my hand slides on your waistAnd we slowly move closer and closerYour eyes spark up with a gesture dearTo my heart which drowns in loveAs we kiss gently in the moonlight.
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Day by dayDay by daythe tree of love growsfirm to withstand the windand storm of everyday lifeits roots firmly in the soilthe branches garnished withsoft green leaves grow andlook towards the sky in hopefor rain then flowers blossomand sprinkle fragranceof love in the air.
Day by day the tree of love
and life grows.
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Feeling in Love
It feels like being in a pondFunny, I feel like growing a horn.I can with pleasure roll in green lawn,And walk barefoot in foam.
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Their First Kiss
Quietly they were hiding in a roomsurrounded with the clouds in fuzzyheart pounding beats around their head.
While approaching her, he felt his body warmthe veins rushing blood through his body
led the war between excitement and fearthat someone might notice their beautiful secret affair.
The fear dissolved with the wind,as he touched her hand for the first time,held it softly at first tightened it,as she was looking towards the ground.
with his other hand, he softly touchedher chin and tilted it upwards; then her eyes, capturedin his, lit as if there was a candlelight from which thespark gave a reflection on her eye.
He could tell that she was shivering without rainand another touch from his hand on her hips
a spark in her body from which she trembled.
Then he held his fingers on her cheekstheir lips melted with each otherand trembled for long, they could not hear anything elsebut only feel the presence of each other two souls felttheir body and merged into one, lost in time.
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Almost
That was it for them,they were quarrellinglike birds on the roofing iron.He held her soft handand tried to force her to get out
Suddenly she trippedand her body flung towards him,her breasts almost on his chest,he could not fightthe war boiling in himbetween his anger and her soft attraction.
They stopped for a secondand at peaceceasefirethey looked at each otherit was not worth fighting,their bodies couldnt resist each otherhe held her fiercely by her waist,in seconds the hormones of angerturned into lust
and love flowed in through their veinsclinging behind the red blood cells.
Like never beforeall over on each other,they kissed.
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Confessions
The words he tries to utterlock up in his throatHis heart thumps to flutterwhen he memories recall.
He pictured her in a tub with foam
her wet soaking body in soft gownFor a glimpse of her smilehe would in her valley roam.
Desires in a candle light gleamas her soft lips near hes seenHis body melts like a candle wax keen
when towards him she leans.
He, like a piece of clothon her body would fold with an oath.That his love is worthingots of goldconfessions behold.
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The Bride, The BridegroomThe bride with her bridegroom
together in the light of the new moonCupid is showering soft petals in the room,
soon would lust in unjust eyes bloom.Why wait, why wait long for this night
just to hold in bed, thee soft hands lightTo be tied, tied strong in this vow
no storm shall, apart them blow.
Roses and marigold scatter all around their bed,in the gleam of the flame, petals had shred.
As pretty as a goddess, his heart swings to and frohands around her knees, her head shy and low.
When he gets closer, expressions on her face growshe acts as this she doesnt know.
He tries to speak, a romantic poem he has to reciteall he thinks of, is to kiss her gently in the candlelight.
Swiftly he tilted her head, and turned deep into her eyesthey were lost in time, neither in control
The sweat on his skin, her lips taste like sugar-salthungry for pleasure, none could slow or halt.
She tried to, but in pleasure couldn't stop to speakat times he heard her voice, later not a sound or noise
In the glowing candle, her eyes to him would shy-seekshe was the fish in him, he was the creek.
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Falling in LoveThe lady is fallingin the well with the gentleman,holding on to a few balloonsfalling into the chocolate walled roomsplashing into milkshakesand kissing with lips that tastesweet like cake.
The gentleman is rolling in bedwith soft petals of roses redHer beauty is glowing in candlelightwith sweet glossy lips brightThey are both tied together with a thread
in the strong rolling bed.
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Silencefor Reshma and Michael
They sit together in the busno expressions to share
Sometimes their bodies touchhushher eyes would not even glare.
They wait and wait for one to speakbut false glory holds up care
No one would dare to make a soundwhen silence is hard to bare.
It hurts a lot a tiny piece of dirtin ones eye, makes the vision blurry
There is no good done with the wordsthat come and go in flurry.
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Desires
Please come wet wrappedfrom the bathroom, in a towelthen in my arms, on the bedI would your body fold.
Please do not mind my eyes,
in bedIm in control,the way you surrender,when my love on you fall.
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Quench
The night coldwith a shower of breezeis playing on her skin;
He is getting closerher eyes get illuminated
as her heart rings bellsbutterflies in her stomach.
Close his eyes magically in controlher body surrenders to his touchas his thirst, on her lips growsdesires swing to and fro.
In his passionher body surrenders in his armsthey dance slowly in the roomlighted with hundreds of candles.
Close her body melts with pleasure,their souls enlighten with the candlelight
corresponding with the slow tuneher hips swing with him in the room.
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Beauty
Her skin like berries ripe,with spots of few pimplesFlowers blossom in her smileas her cheeks curl down into a dimple.
Her eyes are diamonds,
pearls are earringsLips O sweet lips damp wine,her shoulders rhyme with her hips.
She walks tall and daisies fall above all,her dress folds while mens eyes down her legs crawlWhen her clothes soak in rain
for a glimpse of her skin, men tumble and fall.
How perfect must god have been to carve?her skin bone and flesh,Of many creations men may love,womens beauty has god blessed.
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III The Science and Philosophy of Things
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Bewarefor Ratu Joni
The boy at the science fair saidBeware; in another five billion yearsthe sun will explode into a supernovaconsuming the entire planetary system.
The weatherman saidBeware; the next ice age may be here soonchanging the entire weather system,cause and effect of the toxic that we produce.
The poor fisherman with a hungry hook saidBeware; the ocean is rising, the polar caps melting
soon we will with surgery develop gills and flip like underwater fish.
The man with the broken limb saidBeware; biological and chemical weaponsare so powerful human tissue can meltin hours without much pain.
The little boy in the refugee camp saidBeware; human figures are developing big tummies:thin arms and legs as if stick figures in cartoons areevolvingfood is scarce in the Third World.
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Pain and Pleasure
Pain and pleasureare the twodistinct variablesin the equationof lifewhich is governed
by the simple principleof timeand heartbeats.
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Joining Together
The atoms join togetherto form molecules as cells and fibreswhich make up the tissuesof our muscles and bones.Veins are wiredwith the tissues into the
skin covering our body.
People live together as familiesin villages togetherin society which altogether makeup a country joining togethermaking up the world.
Planets rotate around the starsmillions of stars rotate aroundthe galactic centre making up togetherthe Milky Waymillions of eyes aboveare illuminating the sky dark.
Galaxies together with spacetime, matter and energymake up the universeall being God.
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Transformation of Energyfor Ashish
I wonderwhat was therebefore the very instancewhen time began.
Before Time and energy,Before Space and matter,Before Light and the big explosion.
Somehow the universejust happened andall there is
Energy transformation:
Stars ageexplode into supernovaturn into the mysteriousBlack Holeor die into a white dwarf.
Trees die into timber,Later wilt into soilor burn into smokeand turn to ashes.
The beating heart stopsLife starts all over again
in some mothers womb.
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All that we care about this body, this fleshturns into ashes or rots into soil.
At least our fleshfeeds some hungry worms,Our soul is a pieceof glowing energy thattransforms.
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The Terrible InventionOf all the inventorshe was a dead disgrace,What in mind did he think offor what he had made.
The wars had not been this bloodywith axes and swordsalthough unreasonable,the bloodshed was low:
Now hundreds of thousandscan be killed at onceWith one small trigger
there is a big blow.
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Confused Ifor Mrs. Reddy
Am IA verse from theHoly book,A creation by
The mythical god,When my heart halts,Where do I go ?To hell or to the heavenly lord?
Am IAn article fromA scientific book?
What am I?
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Cyclesfor Christian
We rise from the soileating green huntingrunning sleepingdeveloping tissue and vein
going to school for brain.
We retire into strainedoverlapping skin and tissue,grey hairbig belliesand old age diseases.
We fall six feet deep,rot into the soilfrom which we had risenin the first placewe complete the cycleof nature:
Just like water
that turns into vapourby the glance of the sunand fall as rain into water again.
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Our Existence
Physically we are cell joined musclesand bones. A mechanism beats in our chestand pumps fuel all over our body.Someday the mechanism gets tired and stopsour soul would evaporate and fly awaywhile the body on the soil would drop.
Spiritually we are more than our brain;our soul is connected with the universe,we believe in things that may we not seeand for our beliefwe are spiritually connected.
We try to explain all that surrounds usclinging on the fingers of science and religion.We are governed with the mechanism of politicsand easily fooled by some.
We classify ourselves into races and religion,we develop our own gods in our mindchanting hymns forming religious organizationsand live by the rules of the scriptures.
We consider ourselvessuperior to other animalsfor the superiority of our intelligence,we harm and hunt them;we cage and feed them
once they growfor blood marinated fibres of meat,we kill and eat them.
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We are constrained in our mindour thinking is usually bound by religion,politics and tradition.We think we are in the centre of the universemother nature revolves around usas we transform soft green to rubble.
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Lifefor Bhiswa and Deva Bhaiya
We as childreninvest our happiness in toyschocolates and ice-cream,we grow attend primary schoolsrun around the green fieldsengage in sportsbuilding our bones.
We growas teenagers,attend secondary schoolswe fall in love blindly and hurt ourselves.We growour hormones sizzle in our bodyas teenagers we dangle in love and lust.
We grow develop into a careerraise moneybuy a house,get married and form a family.The early years we live in lust and romancethen it gets slow we live with an emptinessand to fill itwe have a baby.Our home fills with glory again
we hold the soft tender fingersguide our children to walk the road of life,we watch them growwe feed their stomach with grainswe feed their minds with knowledge and wisdom.
We grow old, our children grownwe waitto witness the glory of our childrens marriagethen we wait againto play with our grandchildren.
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We have lived, we have laughed
we fell in love and lived in itsometimes we tripped and fellcried and slept with sorrow and painFinally, with our experience of life and all in it,we retire into the soil.
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The Birth of the Universe
A spark flickedin empty space,the clock timeticked from zero.
A big bangin empty spaceof nothingness,time was born.matter illuminatedwith energy.
The stars were formed
the massive galaxies into revolutionthe planets journey the sunlifeliving cells joininginto intelligent beingsus.
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For LifeI as a butterflywandered throughthe edge of the universetravelling across the milky wayamong the fireworks of starsthrough the planets,the solar systemand brilliant coloured gas cloudsin search for a homea mothers wombfor life, for breath.
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I Draw the World
I wish that I couldtake out a paperand some coloured pencils,then with green draw the treesgive them some rolemake yellowthe sun
and draw cloudsthat do not rain acidlight blue the sky,without a ozone hole.
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Food
So much to eatmillions dieblocking arteries,bulging with potatoes.
So little to eat
millions die ofhunger and malnutritionbig tummies, thin legspale wide eyesand sores of life.
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IV Spirituality
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After DeathNail my coffin and carry me towards the sea,its peaceful near the sea, winds blowingthere is an old graveyard near.I might not feel anything deep six feet underbut the trees around me will,their roots will pass on your messages.I might be told of your utterance as you speak above meso dont drop a tear, for that a tear might squeezein through the soil and be all over me.
Look out for the signs,of the clouds and singing birds, smiling flowers,
they all would mean I love you and am waiting for the day,to be running in primary school as a boytill we meet again
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Processing the Dead?The preacher at the church tells me,leave your religion, and come to minefor you pray to the idols and stonesin which theres Devils grime.Religions confuse me:one says resurrection,the other reincarnation.
Is there a security officer sittingfor processing beliefs of the dead?He shall command the dead:Christians form a line to the right,Hindus form a line to the left.
You will be processed furtheraccording to the beliefs you had.
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Feeling Lost Within
I sit in a small bus; its darkI sit in the middle of the seat; feel uncomfortable,a huge guy is sitting beside me,I compress my body and feel lost withinmaking no eye contactstrying not to look at the stranger;
the lights from the incoming vehicle hit my eye;I wander outside looking at the beautiful housesthe lights at their porch from inside the busand wish for a better house to live in.
The breeze hits my face flowing;just enough to cause the sinus pain
from the cold coke that I drank in the day.The bus is moving as ifthe destination will never come;shaking I have to stand the smell of sweatand the sweat from all daydried up in the leather of the seat.
Finally passing through the old metal bridgeI come to my destination; I give a dollar fifty cents to thedriver. The driver is busy;I try not to make any eye contactsI walk towards the taxifor a drive towards home thedriver asks questions about the gravel road condition; herejects, I walk towards another taxithe rejection by theprevious driver hits my head; slowly I speak Irrigation Road.
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I sit in the taxi;squeezing my body towards the doorthe driver is speaking;I cant hear him even though his voice is loud;I look up towards the black sky,and stare at the moon.
I walk into my room making no eye contacts;fall into bed and think about godhaving no image of god in my head;I try not think of Jesus, Rama or BuddhaFor me these are man-made gods;I think of not praying;god may already know about the situation?If He is God then He knows everything
A prayer is like a waking call for what He alreadyknows.
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Final Thoughts by the Seafor Jyoti
Up in the sky,a vision of twinkling starsmade him wander,near the sea.He took off the load
down his shoulder,of good memories and tears:
He thought ofhis day as a boy,waiting for summerflying his best kite
lying like a child close to his mother,the grumbling of his father.
The love for his wifeall that happiness she gavethe grief he shared with his children,when she died.
Then the roaring waves thumpedthe moment on the sand feared by allbut not by his hearts thick wall.He touched his skin coldand felt his stiff boneshis cold bodywas then left by his warm soul.
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The Glory of HeavenNever had he seen grass so green
Cool clean breeze, his eyes open keenFor that he saw colour bright
Never faded, and beenAlways day, not night.
No more tired and stiff his musclesNo more trapped in body weight
Gliding as a cloud above the airHe felt forever free and light.
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When Heartbeat StopsThe stormy season shallsoon pass onfor heavenly joy and larkSoon will new orchids bloom,after old heartbeats stop.
Leaving his body,he shall sailwith an angel or dove.Towards spiritual treasurewhere the rainbow drops.
While sailing towards heaven
his soul in its spirit hopWith good karma, ones soulon the gates of heavenfor salvation stop.
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A Dying Man Wishes to Live Again
With the sighs of the owl,moves and struggles my soulI wish to breathe againthus sweat and bleed for grain.my soul is not freefor emotions and love, my spirit flees.
Flip your wings awayspare my soul angel,I will not leave this body to embarkdarkness shall not dismay,the gleam of my enlightened soul,is still a burning spark.
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V Peace and Freedom
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Recipe for Unity and Freedomfor Satendra and Jyoti Nandan
Step 1:Wash the vegetables and meatgently in tap watertaking dirt and hatred away.
Step 2:Prepare some gravyby mixing all the elementsfrom each race and religiondiversifying the taste with unity,stir in for five minutes thenlet it cool and marinate for an hour.
Step 3:Stir-fry the sauce and vegetablesin such a way that all the racesare mixed up unified,so they cannot tell the difference fromeach other.
Sprinkle the ingredients of traditionheritage and culture.the more diverse the varietiesthe better it tastes!
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Step 4:Fry the meat as usualand pour in the blended materialinto the pot of peace,stir with a wooden spoon for five minutes,then serve with rice in a wooden bowlgarnished with unity and freedomready to eat!
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Assume Being Free From Wars
The war has ended in the Middle EastTerrorists have surrendered in the westBorders and bricks slowly began to fall,Now serve as artefacts, all the borders and walls.
India and Pakistan are one again,Israel with Palestine, are together without claimMan for peace, has returned from refugee campsWomen and children, hold safe hands.
Somehow a wonderful miracle sweetened the airAs peaceful as the sheep grazing with the deerDark fades away, so does mans cruelty and fearNo more for deer hunted the bear.
The many religions that man turned toTaboos and differences in man's mind grew,Rulers of greed and dictators fell for their deedsTurned into fire and were burned like weeds.
Now judge no man by skin colourhair or religion,
They are starved no more for a leaders joy or fun.Rulers make no more the murderous gunMan can walk without fear, free in the sun.
Now he eats bacon she eats ham, they are one againWars for religion are left asideFor religion and land, man had fought many Jihads
besides;Hundreds were buried at once in huge mass graves.
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What will happen to the corrupted leader, where will he
perform?The growing season is over, has ripened the deeds of cornThe grief and tears of people be all goneThe falling tree has grown a bud, now he shall mourn.
Finally man has learnt the reason of life, as seen and gone,The sacrificial journeys up the river to breed and die like the salmonNow that the church and temple are all foregoneThe heart of man is for nowGods home.
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Fiji Islands, May 19th 2000
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The light blue sky occupied,with patches of funnyshaped wool, hangingabove the blue ocean in motionsplashing on rocksgreen leaves
of the rain forest the gentle breezeplay its soft forest tune.
Green coconuts and kavasurrenders on every taste bud.
II
Suddenly the wind flow seizeddark clouds circled Suvaclouds grumbled loudand lightning playedfrom the sky like firecrackers.
The string of hope broke
the peoples governmentcaptured like birds in a cageIn some villagesIndian homes were first lootedthen burnt,in celebration, for glory,envy and false claims.
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The Miracle
The sky sprinkled colourful fireworksand the land was illuminated withmillions of candles when all sorts ofleaders from all over the world talkedof peace and brotherly love. In weeksthe good news of peace was spreadall over the world. All countries unitedand merged into one. Arms andammunition were destroyed,borders vanished all races and religionwere treated equal. Soldiers nomore with guns, were doing campaignsof reconciliation and unity. Wordsof peace were taught in schools and
religious organizations participated inthe movement of love and unity.
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VI Nature and Survival
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Hurricane Kina
The grey lumpy clouds gather around quarrel groaning and roaringcoughing out sparks of lights,while drops up the clouds are pouring.
The coconut trees are caught up
in their battle with the windsthey swing to and fro helplesslynow that the wind is in control.
The electric poles are rigid for now,they might not hold up long,big tree branches near the cables entanglefireworks of Deepawali, sparks from pole to pole.
The roofing iron is loosely flying,undoing the nailscarrying broken rafters alongwhile ducks are flapping wings,as shattered leaves float dead in the compound.
The grass all around is bent over sleeping
as if a helicopter flying low had passed through,rain is pouring while the clouds are all over roaring,an old radio speaker is noisily cautioning.
The winds run slow and fast again,like playing some childrens game,water is rising, it is not surprising
buckets of water up the sky had poured.
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The river soon be busting out its banks
and reuniting by water, masses of separated landthe guests soon be pouring into the house,with its relatives of dissolved mud and sand.
Some trees are uprooted and half submerged in water,the fight is over, the wind has knocked them in a round.broken windows and doors surrenderlife beating is floating struggling helplessly around.
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The Tsunami VictimsDecember 26th 2004
My words hurt to describewhat is left by the tsunami wavesThat roared from all the sidesand washed away two hundred thousand lives.
Now bare naked soilswept out to the sea people and poor peoples toilThe whole town full of people vanished,villagers were solemn gone, no one left to mourn.
The sail and ships were smashed into wood chips;nothing is there left to keepDrowned the fisherman, the farmer and the cooka new record has been set in Tragedies book.
The trees were broken ripped and torn,leaving the body, their spirits have goneGone all gone, left rubbleonly flesh and dead flesh seems to gurgle.
Those counting bodies could witness the pain
all wrecks all wrecks, left no grainBodies were buried in mass gravesnow silent and calm the dark waves.
Some left unidentified corpse at the roadsidewait till someone comes to claim the rotten remainsOr let the soil consume the fallen grain
left no clean water in the well or drain.
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A child clung on a tree branch for days,
his cryhis cry blown by the wind swellHe waited till the waiting was overweak and hungry, the only survivor.
It may take decades to be back again;time has surrendered and been crushed under trainIn these ruins its hard to capture the lost trails hope,a tribute to the souls that to heaven eloped.
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Someone SomewhereDecember 26th, 2004.
Someone is being washed away by huge waves,while someone is counting bodies in mass graves.Someone is the only one to be alive on an interview,describe how others in the town used to survive.
Someone is helplessness in the crowd,where less are alive and more lay dead.Someone is among the bodies, being the motherholding in arms crying for her dead baby.
Someone feels no presence of Godwhat is the meaning of faith in the lord.Someone has been living over deathLosing everything in life they ever had.
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Coloursfor Nam
Colours nourish naturewith shades of light.
Colours are to the eye wonderful,to the heart colours feel beautiful.
Colours may describe on canvas,life and love and passion.
Colours may wipe grief in sad eyesshine with coloursfor colours may be heaven.
Feel the colours around, with all your heartthe sadness in you, will forever depart.
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The Dead Tree
The tree by the roadside has nowshattered its old crumbled leaves,No weight of a swing can hold its boughnor its shade can spill cool breeze.
The huge trunk is half rotting nowthe giant body may soon fallsuitable for firewood onlyits timber may not be fit for a wall.
Soon may green tender buds risefrom the old fallen seeds;for a new growth towards the skyabove the shrubs and weeds.
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The River Bankfor Rewa River
The width of the river bedis wider siltingbiting off landand roots of some huge treesas they lay half submerged in water,cold wilting
from green to yellow,fade away their leaves.The trunk dyingis far down tiltingto decay and turn into soil,later being washed away meltinginto clay by waters toil.
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The Old Lady
She was tired in the hot summer sunlooking for firewood at the timber yardA load on her head, in a pile,she was walking barefoot down a mile.
She dropped the load off her head
after walking heavy for an hour,Her feet felt sore and dead
she was tired, sad and hurt deeply.
She was old of about sixty or sothe load she had was a lot moreShe wore a shawl for the burning sun
she was a sad grandmother and mum.
She was promised of land at the vote lorefrom the ministers, chiefs and many moreFor them she had to tick for
her pain and suffering then were never to grow.
She lived near the hill squatter settlement shoreher hut was made of rusty tin roofOut from the dump site store,
an old carpet on the soil made the floor.
All her life she worked hard in the farmcutting sugarcane was all then but now is gone.They snatched her house from her handwhat grained from the farm and the land.
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Emotions of No Reasonfor Veronica
Why do the mountains stand tall foreverAnd changes so soon the weather?
Why do I have to float high with my dreamsAnd land slowly into reality like a lifeless feather?
Why do I weep for people I don't even knowAnd have emotions for things that I cannot control?
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StrengthThe broken warrior knocksdoor to door for supportno hinge seems to crinkle,no door seems to botherhis cry fades in the wilderness
like smoke in the air.
He may be weak nowbut every secondthe warrior breathes in painis a lesson for himfor his bones and teeth.
With his passionfor once again he willrise up and bend the sky,the moon shall vow to himand the birds shall sing his name.
He will capture the light in his fistand release it on the darkness surrounding himso that the glowing particles can battleand regain his strengthback from the darkness around him.
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Excerpts from ReviewsThe abstract quality and inner depth present in the excerpt of the
poem titled Assume Being Free from Wars would incline mostpeople to ponder on its strong theme and the power this poem has tobring about change. Such words are not merely written but meantwhich is why the art of poetry is not confined to genius or poetsalone.
Siddharta SharmaThe Fiji Sun
...his curiosity about life and questions about the existence of thehuman race have provided a lot of the fuel for his artisticexpressions.
Amelia VunilebaThe Fiji Times
Rohitash portrays in his poems, a rich array of diverse themeswhere he touches the emotional, moral and spiritual fibre of onesbeing.
Reshma DuttaHobart, Australia
Currently Lecturer at The University of Fiji
Hes a poet of promise and sensitivity and has written life anchoredin anguish, and of the joy of living with youthful freshness andhonesty. Rohitash Chandra shows a deep commitment to poetry.
Satendra NandanThe University of Fiji
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Rohitash Chandra is a young poet who writes with feeling. There is
a humane quality to his poetry, particularly in his tackling ofsensitive subjects such as the 2000 Fiji coup, the recent devastatingtsunami or a sugarcane farmer whose lease has not been renewed. Asense of hope and celebration of life and love, despite an awareness of
pain and suffering pervade his poems. In a sense, if you will, the poetflings his kite up in the air and sees where it goes, like the young ladin the poem King of the Sky. Rohitash is to be commended for hiscommitment to poetry, not only visible in this book but in his
editorship of The Blue Fog Journal and his previous publications of poetry. While he writes about universal themes, his images andsensibility are also very much about the rain, soil, sea and harvests ofFiji.
Dr Kavita NandanLecturer in Literature,
editor of Stolen Worlds: Fijiindian Fragments
The University of the South Pacific
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The Blue Fog JournalFijis International Literary Journal
www.bluefogjournal.com
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About the Author
Rohitash Chandra was born in 1984 in Fiji Islands. He wastrained as a computer scientist. His interests are in literature,metaphysics, spirituality, philosophy, science and religion.He is the founding editor of The Blue Fog Journal.