Bhakti Poems

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Bhakti- A Yoga Of Devotion

Bhakti  A Yoga Of Devotion long poem

How colourful is Bhakti- The yoga of devotion and fidelity It has a blend of various Emotions and relations In the yoga of devotion God can be your parents God can be your friend God can be your lover God

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Sleep

Sleep short poem

Sleep is an everlasting wealth that never enchants a highway man who seldom fails to snatch anyone’s heavenly sound sleep. Sleep is a miracle that soothes the one who is deprived of worry the one whose life style is systematic

Cannot Hold

Cannot Hold short poem

Got struck on the spiky gate a half-eaten deer shattering the panther. Daggers were drawn. Terrier was in the glass house. Canine discretion to draw the blood between friends. A crisp murder of a terrorist. spotted face of the relentless

What’s The Point.

Whats The Point. prose poem

Why do we exist? What’s the point really? Are we here to have fun? Are we here to accomplish something? Are we here to hurt? We are dropped off on one end of a conveyor belt then chug along as

Pitfalls Of The Imagination

Pitfalls Of The Imagination long poem

It’s a childish sensibility that builds its own walls With drawbridge, moat and ramparts to break down Besieged for years by catapults and archers and fire-slinging foes Before the fortress finally falls and the flag is captured That’s when he

Morning Rabbit

Morning Rabbit short poem

I spied through the window as I sipped morning’s brew A frisky young rabbit having his morning’s chew He bounced through our garden, munching on green burrowed roots Having no ideas or cares, as I donned my tall boots I

My Heart Skips A Beat

My Heart Skips A Beat short poem

Eyes of jade and hair like the golden sunshine a body like a work of art and a smile so sweet and kind… Well MY HEART SKIPS A BEAT every time we come face to face, it’s erogenous in Ephraim

Stop The Slaughter

Stop The Slaughter sonnet poems

Why dont you refuse to be selfish and cruel, Over meat you drool Why have you become animals’ graveyard, These mute creatures are worthy to be safeguard Why are you keen on feeding your tyrannical appetite, Are you blind to

Changed

Changed short poem

Her heart is cold like ice Her scars are blood red Lips are smiling while she fights through the pain for which she is fed. One touch of her hand One kiss upon the cheek In your heart she will

You Are Special To Me

You Are Special To Me ballad

My hopes are with you. Daily I’ve been trying to show you. That all I want is for you to know. You are special to me. If our dance were of lovers. Then you’ll discover with time. I’ll be in

Entangled

Entangled short poem

Entangled in strings, my heart plucks a twang sometimes a tune in melody and sometimes offkey notes I strike. Pulled between the two a knotty yo yo I do. it is then I lapse into a silence that  takes  me

How I See Myself?

How I See Myself? short poem

How I see myself? I see myself in the…….. exalted waves of the sea, dark, rainy clouds of the sky, lightning of a storm, reverberations of thunders, cold, icy and gusty winds of the wintry days, silence of the mountains,

Dreams

Dreams short poem

Dreams. They could have been of concrete. Of bricks, with the mortar of motivation holding them together. They were once. But now, they are a deck of cards. A house of cards as a child would make in his spare

New Moon Rising

New Moon Rising short poem

On the Eastern horizon, a deep gray cloud appears, in the shape of a graceful swan. A slivered harvest gold new moon is playing peek-a-boo High, prevailing air currents keep “Swan Cloud” slowly moving across the star studded sky-line. “New

This Is Not A Poem

This Is Not A Poem long poem

This is not a poem but a misunderstood flower, Lost on a platform where the trains only go into autumn. This is not a poem but a dilapidated city, Where no one will ever again remember to hum. This is

I Love Her

I Love Her sonnet poems

I love her. I love hearing her voice,  seeing her smile, staring into her eyes, and loving her. I love her. If I could I’d do every thing with her; sleep, eat, walk, play, live. I only want to be

Undeserving Love

Undeserving Love short poem

shed not tears in my memory and burn not thyself thinking about me but burn me away from your heart Think the bygone days spent with me as mere sweet dream and nothing else I could not reach my destination

Ladakh Divine I

Ladakh Divine I short poem

I could feel my soul flee To the purple – red – brown mountains Where my feelings flow like the waters of Indus Or is it the Shyok? Where shadows of dawn & dusk Move silently with the sun… Partially

Whispering Sparrows

Whispering Sparrows short poem

The native walls were hounding me- out of game. I was playing chess with god. Was stoned to death. A small boy’s arm was crushed. He stole a bread. What was the truism of unheard voices? Groping in green darkness

Birth

Birth long poem

Nobody likes me, everybody does too I’m not divine, neither are you. Why do you hate to hear about a daughter? And cannot make your brain broader! You have used me as a tool; Never allowed me to attend school.

Bite

Bite long poem

Money too much, children’s laughter; Fall apart beneath the moonlight. Make me cry tears of blood, ever after; I think I want to die tonight. Dog bite scar puts pain to skin; Leave it out and let me in. Kiss

My Secret Place

My Secret Place long poem

My secret place is condensed by the deepness of the everglades, mixed with boldness of green Arabic sparks. My secret place is a place of comfort, a place of trust. Remembrance follows my innermost dreams. A place I can call

My Old Man

My Old Man short poem

Clouds thundered, rained and gone We wept together for our very own They were lamenting- for loss of ours Of orphans, helpless and old home The way my old man served the world Healed and helped, all is shown Love

Call Me Perseus

Call Me Perseus short poem

Well I’ve got high hopes that When I cross the river Styx and Land on your island you will look On me with favor in your eyes Like a diamond in the rough All I have is a heart of

Our Last Walk

Our Last Walk long poem

I dreamt last night that you were with me and we walked along that path leading to the river and the ferry across. (do you remember the ferry?) It was summer, or so it seemed, and the air was heavy

Scar Of Pink Rose

Scar Of Pink Rose short poem

The beauty and aroma of that kingly pink rose, caught my sense and forced me to pluck that natural pose. Attracted by its mystery, knowing little about its history, just looking at its pinky blush, my feelings ran deeply flush.

Graduate

Graduate ballad

As I walk this road Down campus life In perpetual mode Will I be a wife? Bitter roads ahead Made of highs and lows’ Hanging out with friends Throwing little blasted blows Dare I write a book Or graduate Give

Be A Winner

Be A Winner short poem

Every rise has a fall, So if you can make your dreams strong instead of tall, You are a winner. If you cannot win trophies, but can win hearts, You are a winner. If you can re-start your life from

Was Isn’t The Same As Is

Was Isnt The Same As Is prose poem

Was isn’t the same as is, nor can now Be the equal of then and likewise that which will Is yet not yet, dividing in the first few seconds Into myriad trajectories flung apart At light years per second into

The Lady Of Haddon Hall

The Lady Of Haddon Hall ballad

She sits alone within the hall Close to the fire keeping her warm Silken dress worn threadbare Watching fire sprites dance and flare. Dreaming of someone in her heart Lonlieness pierces like a dart Within candle light glow Her tears

Twice Tomorrow

Twice Tomorrow short poem

I love you today more than yesterday, I’ll love you twice as much tomorrow. I can see our love is meant to be, I can feel it and you can surely see. I’ll prove my love over and over, and

What Makes Me Smile

What Makes Me Smile short poem

What makes me smile Makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside Like being wrapped in blankets awhile On a winter’s evening, with a merry fire beside. It could be a sudden downpour On a blistering day Or an innocuous knock

Lazy

Lazy short poem

A word glorified. A word despised. A word of hope. A word of despair. A word for the worthless. A word for the worker. A word to dwell in for some. A word to work for, for others.

The Eloquent Ordinary

The Eloquent Ordinary short poem

My father’s hands big as thirteen inch radials knuckles thick like good tread cover more miles than the road we’re on driving south to Shiloh, south to his hometown I’m along to steer free of ditches roadside stands slapped shut

The Void And Wind

The Void And Wind ballad

She pressed her ears to the ground- to feel the vibratos of his words. They tiptoed into her senses- barefoot bleeding tact on facts. Flustered with assumptions- they trampled a mockingbird! It raised its head unafraid- gasping for its last

Mourning The Deluge

Mourning The Deluge short poem

Something was not polite in signs. The smell of incarcerated bed of gods was floating down. A subdued shadow of the black moon was climbing on the window. And each house had offered a son, to rage a war of

The Little Martyr

The Little Martyr long poem

I skipped in the school building so tall With a smile like a bubbly China doll ”I shan’t fail the test today, I know” I murmur’d, merrily dancing to and fro. ”Prepared for the test, my dear friend? I ponder

The Gift Of Love

The Gift Of Love short poem

You cradle me in your arms, Kiss me on my forehead, Say the word I love you in my ears, Then hug me while we’re both lying in bed. You never left me alone, Instead, you lead me on my

You And Me And The Devil Makes Three

You And Me And The Devil Makes Three long poem

He was unworthy of her love had no courage to ask for it the devil makes us fear the word no makes it an end instead of a redirection her beauty was the mythical type there are only so many

Somewhere

Somewhere ballad

I drift across a secluded beach. I feel the sand beneath my feet. Impressions fading in the sand from a turning tide. I catch a fragrance in the air, i stop to look in wonder as it captivates my senses