Wednesday 18 October 2017

AWAKE IN THE MORNING OF KALI PUJA



Birds chirp in the morning,
Awake to hear drum beats
To greet Kalipuja, surrounded
By pleasing sound with tune
Of courage of early morning,
Birds flock around upon a cord,
Their voice opens treasure of
Hope and wisdom to connect
Our heart with Mother Kali’s blessings,
Goddess of divinity, protecting us
With Jaba flower dancing in
The morning delight, whispering
For enthralls to call us all
To live in Heavenly earth with
Peaceful movement, moment of
Journey for prayer, comfortably. 

Tuesday 17 October 2017

WATER WAVE



Bluebell Books Twitter Club!: short story slam week 76, 11/2/2017---11/19/2017, Humor, Poetry form, and Lots of Laughter



WATER WAVE

Water runs in river of flowing gravity. It forms little waves; those do not put us at risk, and a thin wish runs behind to form the age of creation. It is making journey since early morning upon the earth, and the sky to be happy, trees to be green, civilization to be happy with crops, and reeling under shadow of soft sunlight becomes one mode of making life graceful and whole of the world turns to be the messenger of peace, and breathing becomes easy to open mind to every man and woman to locate where the life is easy to look through window of solvency, to listen sound of breathing and love. All hope will rise to accommodate wild rabbit to roam around field to eat grass, and no pirate will pursue chase to share grass, but modesty will engrave the world with sculpture of deepest blue of the mind that carries of essence of life, and no sword will cut the butter for others’ happiness. And the world look up for another version of the earth to be created in the miracle of own creation and otherness of  livelihood. 

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Sunday 15 October 2017

GODDESS KALI


With slain sculls in hand, dry blood soaked,
She stands, and the grief seems end in glee,
She wonders if she knows enough in this land,
To be bold, at the edge of eliminating evils,
A wind of defeating all waring dacoits out of trolls,
It brings October night cool upon her shoulders.
Lord Shiva lies calm beneath her, a sail from sea
Resembling peace around the world, on the turf.
A patch of many evils fallen from mind’s inside
That flows beneath reality, arrogant in red eyes,
Her countering red eyes places a balanced wind,
To be the way on the track of normal stream,
To defeat anxiety, to establish forgiveness and
Peace, giving all the way to introduce seamless stride, 

Like the sage of healing spirit, inside dust-free mist.