Miraquill
Let me open the bars of my
prison - mind,
become a bird
and fly away...
©(tarun k.)
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How high they build
The tombs and graves; and
Mausoleums grand,
For
What is but-
a two yards long, food
for maggots.
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29w
Read MoreYou can read the full piece 'Two Seasons' in the second issue of ' Brief Notes on Life' , my newsletter/writing space. (Link in Bio).
Stars ✨
'..all songs, all Beauty seems to be a fleeting wisp like dream. Kindling hope appears as hopeless as fireflies/glow-worms trying to lighten the world on a moonless night.
And then and only then, (in that unpierceable blackness), can we truly see the Stars.'
(Excerpt from Brief Notes on Life)
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31w
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Excerpt from the Issue 001 of 'Brief Notes on Life.' Link in Profile page.
Even before the musician composes the tunes, and the lyricists writes the lines, the Song exists. In some other dimension, that we cannot perceive. But they exist all the same.
The Muse is the go-between. She inspires the musician; the lyricist becomes aware of the Presence and tries to render it in words. The musicians composes, the lyricist writes, the singers give voice and the audience listens. Each one privy to only one aspect of this Presence. But Her true form is beyond perception. Our limited senses can only perceive very little - the gross part of that omnipotent Presence. Perhaps that is the reason, the saints and the Bhakti Sufi Poets, described their divine experiences, the mystical visions in the form of Songs. The one language that could express the Divine.Songs
Even before the musician composes the tunes, and the lyricists writes the lines, the Song exists. In some other dimension, that we cannot perceive. But they exist all the same.
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32w
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Excerpt from the Newsletter 'Brief Notes on Life.' The link of the Newsletter in the Profile page
In the countryside, the dawn comes in different hues, pink, yellow, orange, violet, purple before they merge into white. And then they separate in the evening - a cacophony of colours drenching the twilight sky- each hue like an Apsara bringing down the curtain to a wonderful day. A majestic performance of colours.
As if the entire sky has become a canvas and the Artist in deep meditation is recreating the Cosmos on the sky.
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32w
On Songs
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Even before the musician composes the tunes, and the lyricists writes the lines, the Song exists. In some other dimension, that we cannot perceive. But they exist all the same.
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Some tears
end in poetry
Some stars
are destined to shatter
Some stories
remain unfinished
Between the last ray of the Sun
( at the sea's end,)
And the first sigh of darkness
I relive her memories
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49w
Vitthala, Vitthala
Thy holy name keeps the world afloat
Won't you rush to save us?
Drowning in the endless misery
Your name, the only refuge
Each breath weighs like a debt
Vitthala,Vitthala
Uttering thy holy name, Nama attained salvation
We walk in Tuka's shadow
And dance to your holy name
Vitthala, Vitthala
The abhangs fill the air
And black clouds cover the sky
Like Panduranga watching over us
The world is Pandharpur
It rains. The parched,
poor soul celebrates
Vitthala, Vitthala!
©tarun k -
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60w
The Sun rises in the eastern sky
Filling the farthest fields with gold
And warmth, and light,
And hope
Each day
Like a promise made
(A father's word)
To,
A little bud on a tiny sprout.
©Tarun K.
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shrihari_nandini
94w
Read More#mahalakshmi #Narayana #Prapatti #surrender #ShriHari #mylordvishnu #mercy #promise #love #devotion #seeking
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Surrender
I tried a thousand times,
I failed a thousand times,
I gave up all efforts,
He came running in a trice!
-Bhavya Gogia
©shrihari_nandini
In ShrimadGeeta 18.66, the Lord Promises:
❇sarva dharmān parityajya mām ekaṃ śaraṇaṃ vraja |
ahaṃ tvā sarva-pāpebhyo mokṣayiṣyāmi mā śucaḥ || 66 ||
18.66. Completely relinquishing all Dharmas, take refuge in Me alone. I will release you from all sins, grieve not.
This Shloka is referred to as the Charam Shloka.
✿ 𝗝𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗶! 𝗝𝗮𝘆𝗮 𝗦𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗡𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗮! ✿
𝘗𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘵: To the original owner.
𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦: ShriHari writing Charam Shloka.
𝚂𝚑𝚛𝚒𝙷𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝙱𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚕 🌷Surrender
- ShriHari Nandini
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artsy_choke
96w
Read MoreThe waves come so aggressively at you
as if they will crush you in a thousand pieces.
But then they slowly touch your feet caressing it.
The sea sings its soothing melody
like a doting mother
Singing to her unborn baby,
who is cradling Sans Souci
in her womb,
Suspended in the murky fluid,
Promised life by the Umbilical cord,
Gradually ushering in consciousness.
Everything seems to be connected
Flowing with the same vigour-
the wind, the waves, the birds,
the tall coconut trees dancing with the wind...
Like beautiful origami folded
using the same magical paper,
Hung onto the same magical string.
The sky can no more be separated from the sea.
Countless stars are embellishing the sky and similarly,
Ships are twinkling in the horizon like a string of diamonds.
And you... you are somewhere...
Melting like hot lava,
Disintegrating like the light pappi of a white dandelion
Slowly becoming one with the sea,
With the wind,
Breath by breath,
With the glittering sand that your feet are sinking in,
With Everything.
Your hair is flowing in the unfettered wind,
Your body light like a feather,
Your heart seems to be dancing
to the rhythm of the waves,
Sans Souci,
Not worried about anything,
Hanging blissfully onto the
Umbilical cord of Mother Nature.
There is nothing to be worried about
Because after a long time
You have remembered that ...
YOU ARE ONE WITH THE UNIVERSE.
#nature #seaUmbilical cord
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aritreyee
90w
Read MoreMy mind can't perceive long words anymore.
My brain races the entire day,
thought to thought to thought
without digging in too deep.
It doesn't stop
Or rest at a place or a house
It runs and runs and runs
It's driven by the fear that
if it pauses,
if it digs a little deeper,
it'll drop low
low enough to escape my body
and dive into the soil, reach there
where worms and mites breathe,
and my mind and sanity
will be their feast.
Yet not low enough to not bounce back
to my navel and magnetize all of me to that point.
My conscience, my soul, my very being ceases for a moment
And then---
everything is black. every movement is decelerating.
I can hear a blurred ringing somewhere in a distance.
my eyebrows are narrowing.
can I breathe?
why am I clenching my teeth?
I curl my toes and
carve crescent nail marks on my rice-white sole
trying to lighten this perplexity.
it's all happening too fast.
I shut my eyes tighter.
Tighter and tighter and tighter
until it feels like my eye sockets will swallow my eyeballs
or have they already?
I can't write anymore
I've forgotten how to weave
Is my mind is fickle?
Or is it static?
I slap myself
Harder and harder and harder
How did I get here?
Where is me?
Nature doesn't please me anymore.
Poetry feels invariably tasteless.
I can't tell facts from fiction.
What is happening to me?
I try to breathe in and
breathe out
But my airway is stuffed with
nectar and bees.
Why, yes, I do agree with you:
This sounds all too cinematic.
// I would love to know your thoughts! #pod #writersnetwork #anxiety @writersnetwork @mirakee @pen_and_paper @my_cup_of_poetryNectar and Bees
©aritreyee
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_garimapandey_
142w
Failure is not different from success..
Failure is part of success. -
shrihari_nandini
112w
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#shrihari #mahalakshmi #narayana #shrirukmini #rukmini #krishn #krishna #ram #govind #hari #mylordvishnu #birthday
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ShriRukmini
By Bhavya Gogia
Rukmini the selfless lover
Rukmini my lovely mother
The epitome of Sacrifice
Having limits beyond the skies
The all powerful energy,
The one with infinite mercy,
She is an excellent bestower
Of each opulence and power
Wearing the diadems of love
She is the heart throb of Keshav
Beautiful are her glances
Which have put Hari in trances
Priceless is her favour
She alone is the saviour
She is the limit of every virtue
Her feet are assets of wise and true
Shri is Dwarika's unparalleled Queen
Epitome of love and devotion pristine!
©shrihari_nandini
Today is the Birthday of Mayya Rukmini, avatar of ShriMahaLakshmi, born to King Bhishmak of Vidarbh, she gave her heart to ShriKrishn from the beginning itself! Also, ShriKrishn loved her more than his life! She is Krishnatmika! So, let's wish her THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY!
HAPPIEST SHRIRUKMINI DWADASHI TO ALL!!!!
@ally_18 @mayank_02 @aarsha_s @_shreya_shanbhag_ @shashiinderjeet
Pic credit: To the original owner.
Jai ShriHari! Jai ShrimanNarayana! ❤❤☺ShriRukmini
By ShriHari Nandini
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shrihari_nandini
110w
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#shrihari #nandini #ma #pitaji #mahalakshmi #narayana #shrimannarayana #shri_hari_narayana #ram #govind #hari #shri #bhu #neela #rukmini #seetha #sita #nappinai #radha #godha #godamma #andal #rangnath #hari
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Endearment
By Bhavya Gogia
Oh Ma, I will swirl my arms
Around your two shoulders
While you'll be seated on Anant
I will embrace you Mother!
My little arms, when they'll embosom
And my head'll rest against your crest
Oh Mother this moment would be
Endearment at it's best!
When Ma, you'll embrace me back
And take me to your lap
Caressing me, your lil' one
I shall be exuberant!
Oh Mata, I will rest forever
Then in your heart,
While situating you in Mine
We'll never be Apart!
©shrihari_nandini
@aarsha_ns @ally_18 @mayank_02 @_garimapandey_ @_shreya_shanbhag_
Pic credit: Pinterest ��
Me and LakshmiNarayana��❤
Jaya ShriHari! Jaya ShrimanNarayana! ❤❤Endearment
By ShriHari Nandini
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shrihari_nandini
109w
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#mahalakshmi #narayana #shrihari #shrimannarayana #shri_hari_narayana #jai_shri_hari #seetha #sita #ram #raam #kharhaari #janaki #graceful #beautiful #abhiraam #rose #lips #glow #own #face #incomparable #jewels #borrow #shine #ocean #dawn #beauty #describe #reservoir #delight #writersofmirakee #ceesreposts #seeking #devotion
Graceful SiyaRaam!
By Bhavya Gogia
Lovely is Seetha, Enchanting is Raam
Both are reflections of other,
Both are Beautiful, AbhiRaam!
Eyes darker than darkest Kohl
Of Kharhaari and Janaki
And lips redder than finest Rose
Bodies have their own glow
And faces are lovely incomparable
Moon like is each of their toe
The jewels on their eloquent form
Borrow their shine from them
Like Ocean from Sun at the time of Dawn!
Oh This beauty who can describe?
Of ShriSeetha and RaghuNandan
Which is the reservoir of all Delight!
©shrihari_nandini
Jaya SiyaRaam!
Jaya ShriHari! Jaya ShrimanNarayana!
Their jewels borrow their shine from them just like at the time of dawn the dark ocean is lit up by the ocean it's water shimmering and looking beguiling all due to the Rays of Sun falling on them, jewels like Ocean and the Sun is ShriSeethaRaam ��❤
Pic credit: Pinterest
@aarsha_ns @ally_18 @_garimapandey_ @pritty_sandliya @anvayaGraceful SiyaRaam
By ShriHari Nandini
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thoughtsprocess
131w
A
Tree
which has leaves
of wishes and dreams
And flowers of hope and expectations
It has many surprising gifts with attractive
wrappers, hanging on its branches
It has many sparkling stars
smiling on its branches
Let me decorate this tree
with my unfulfilled wishes and my
colorful dreams
Let me hang my letters on its branches
Actually they are not letters but they
are my silent prayers to God
I hope this tree will reach to the sky
and my letters will be delivered to heaven
I hope that
on the eve
of Christmas
my prayers
will be answered
And my tree of
life will also be
decorated just
like a Christmas
tree. My tree will
be gifted with
the Leaves of
happiness and
success.
I will rise
and shine.
And sing
the sweetest
victory songs
of my life.
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budmac38
132w
Gift
Now most of you don't know me.
Even if I showed you the real me.
Would you take the time to open me up and look inside.
You see we are all a gift in this life.
Some of us feel like presents unopened, discarded or unwanted.
But in reality we just haven't found our destination.
Undelivered along the way we will all be someone's gift someday.
Lost in the mail.
Left on a porch.
Don't give up hope.
You will hold the torch.
You will find the way.
Left in the rain.
Damaged and thrown away.
Soaked in pain.
Don't give up on today.
Refuse to be left under the tree.
There will come a day.
When deliverance comes to you and me.
©budmac38
