The Cosmos

I am a little whirlpool,

in a violent stream

Choked on my own

silent screams.

Moving through the crowd,

forlorn, for desires

I barter my dreams

My eyes ragged,

And so, is my jeans

So I Masquerade in

shady themes

I am a dark wave

shooting space.

So anachronistic in

These times extreme

Riding light through

space & time.

My soul is splitting

right at the seam.

Kannappa the Stout Devout

Featured image/artwork borrowed from Google.

Kannappa_nayanar

 

Kannappa – The Stout Devout

 

He became one of the sixty-three

Nayanmars, the stout devouts of Shiva.

A hunter from the banks of Kalahasti,

Kannappa a hunter, a devout, a giver.

 

One day while on his hunt,

he found a stone divine,

put all his faith in it,

leaving everything aside.

 

Kannappa’s God was his friend,

for whom he carried water in his mouth.

And shared what he hunted

with a caring heart.

 

Lord accepted it all,

but one day , to test his faith,

Shook the earth,

the temple collapsing under its weight.

 

When all priests ran out to save their lives,

Kannappa ran for what lay inside,

He covered it with his body,

the falling stones littered aside.

 

One day he saw the lord’s eye bleed,

so he took out his own to fix it.

When the second eye started to bleed,

he marked the bleeding eye with his foot

and set upon pulling out his own.

 

The story goes, he attained nirvana

Stayed in bliss day and night.

Kannappa had met Shiva

and all was now set right.

 

 

 

for knowing the whole episode in detail please visit https://ourdharma.wordpress.com/2009/02/13/203/ .

I have been there..!

I was lost in deeper pursuits,

in canopied labyrinths and mountain blues

looking for life in larger pictures,

while it rested in the mildest details.

 

I was lost in luxuries and leather,

life greeted me in simplicity and feather

i have shifted names and lives

tamed spirits and stripes,

 

i have been a wonderer

neither lost or found…

rumoured a great mysteries,

formed  a million grounds

 

I have tested faith and God,

and found them dispensable

of all things that happen to us,

only we are responsible.

 

I have been to the other side,

and we are not alone.

Long after even when we are dust,

they shall never be gone.

 

 

 

  •    sahar

 

Game of Nature

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© Mayank Mishra

Page designed in Corel Draw by Mayank Mishra

Poem ‘Game of Nature’ written by Mayank Mishra

in the pic Mayank Misha,

PC: Aakash Singh Sengar

 

The Weather Superstition

The Creek American natives believe that in the beginning of the world daily animals used to have magic powers to keep the Sun in the sky. Night animals on the other side tried everything to keep the everlasting darkness.
One day all animals set a meeting to solve the problem. After hours of arguing they found the solution. Seeing the stripped tail of raccoon one animal suggested why do not we split the day equally into time of light and time of darkness.
Here is my version of it in a poem. 

During a random twilight,
were gathered animals of sorts.
They were to their own delight,
here to solve a matter of powers.

All kinds- reptiles, mammals,birds and insects.
Some fleshy, some ugly, some bony.
All in all, it was a cacophony.
Some shrieking, braying, cherping.
Others barking, roaring ,
cawing according to their choices.
Some just nodding their heads,
unable to make the voices.

Not everyone had a say in it.
It was a matter of precision.
With due discussion over the matter,
the animals had to make the decision.
The trouble was pretty much tight.
It was about causing day and night.
Diurnals held the sun, wanted the light.
The nocturnals in turn brought the night.

After hours of arguing and noise.
A little frog spoke with some poise
‘As I see the striped tail of the raccoon,
I suggest we divide the time between the sun and the moon.
Half a day can be night
And the other half could be light.’

So that’s how went the saying.
how the day and night came into being.