Category: Poems
the bird sings because it has a poem
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On Guru Poornima
Amma, as an infant I loved only the shining Moon, Though the sky is vast, and it’s full of effulgent stars, Appended for Thy children to cherish divine dreams, As I grew young and adult, the world looked fatal, I could see the sky only covered with misty clouds, Lo! the habits turned my life into hellish dreams. So long I longed to get back to my days of infancy, To be cradled in Thy mellifluous songs of lullaby, Yet, the torments of desires shattered me away. Amma, Thou dost day and night for all Thy children, Thy self-less love…
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A Beam…
There is a sprout in my heart, still very freshly still. Many weeds crept on my trunk, entwined entangled all over. There is dew drop on it, hanging precariously. Entire world cascades on it. I realized its presence one day. Then I fell in love with it. But it fell on earth for ever. I could see a dripped dried drop. My world was vaporized! I was floating as a hairy aril. Winds carried me away, to different lands in succession, widening my world beyond known. Far away I saw a sharp beam. A reflection of my soul . Universe…
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I just want to…
I just want to lean on your shoulder for a while. I just want to embrace ecstasy of your love. I just want to be a thought that thinks about you ever. I just want to be image of your graceful vision. Just fill me with fullness of your freedom. Make me thy child of pure innocence. Feed me with first food of your grace. Initiate, me to the world of sounds n’ letters. Let me read your lips before you express. Let me shed my tears for your compassion, then, let me fall on your feet as a tear…
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Help me shine
Outside the moon lights the sky, Often hidden by clouds, That is hidden by the leaves on the trees. I still see the moon shining. I see it, as it is a part of me. The petals on the flowers are blooming Morning glories, hydrangea, and lilies, All ready to greet the first morning light With their blossoms and scent. They do more than I do in the very early morning hours. Why in this human form, do I wander lost and crying? Mother, You are all around me, in everything I see. Examples of your Selflessness, your abundance of…
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The Dew Drop
A dew drop from heaven, just sits on a lotus-petal. Roseate hue refracts through. Day light slowly seeps into mist. As dawn gets lively; world wakes up, macro n’ microcosms reflects, on this heavenly droplet. The day comes alive all around. She just witnesses every action. Entire cosmic dream rolls on in a bubble, before her compassionate eyes, making her self a mirror of images. We smear our sweat and dirt, allover her spotless white. making her a sewerage of our sins, often forced her to sweep our world. Yet she sparkles as pure n’ fresh, ready to embrace ever…
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Protecting Mother Nature…
With due respect and adoration, I want to take an oath to protect my Mother Nature… We are turning the planet into a wasteland, destroying wildlife, contaminating Nature’s food chain… Thus, ruining the beauty of our planet… She takes away all our burden… I don’t want to be a exploiter, among other exploiters… I don’t want to exploit… at least, by not wasting light, water, electricity… It feels sad that we tear up the seas, and use up the trees all in the name of progress… Future generation will not have natural gifts left to enjoy… They will be paupers…
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Faith
Faith that you are listening to my deep longing, and will answer my prayers… Faith that you are gazing at me, re-binding me in your love every moment… Faith that you are hearing me, making me remember your words and bring to me tears of joy… Faith that emerges in me Faith that grows in me You are the one riding on a lion… Please help me offer you my mind. Faith that you are watching over me, helping me face all situations… by Anagha sharan
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My Teacher
My teacher took my fumbling hand; And guided me through the vein of darkness At the end of alley there was a spec of light! Real brightness, I thought. My beloved master suddenly stopped me. There was a sudden lightening all around. And in my mind too! Is it real? no. She guided me to look at the stars Sun and moon. are’nt they brighter? No. You are the brightest of them all. Then she smiled. It was the smile of God. The smile of universe. Also the smile of a child. so innocent and fresh. BY SATHEESAN RANGORATH
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Krishna..O Krishna..
Nice little milk maid made sweet curds A pot of curds,a pot of curds.. Krishna O krishna, victory to you, My enchanting krishna… Nice little milk maid brought a water pail, she poured all water saying.. Krishna.. O krishna..victory to you, Oh blissful krishna.. Nice little milk maid brought a churner she churned all sweet curds saying.. Krishna..O krishna, victory to you, O son of nanda.. Nice little milk maid brought a small pot she gathered all the butter saying.. Krishna..O krishna, victory to you, the beloved of gopis.. Nice little milk maid lifted up the pot she hung it…