Goodness Over Evil

The more I see human,

The more I rise in love.

As the glorious life-sun

Provides virtue everywhere with dedicated vow

As if I can visualize 

Platform of 'permanent' over the 'material'

Crossing the sensual world

Journeying through metaphysics and beyond 

Which is eternal

Who sits in the core of each individual

I grow with love: 'kiss of life' after evolution

as provides a keep-sake after life-revolution

I find more love flourishes 

By giving to others without expectation brings peace

As truth would prevail

Everywhere like the shield and vail.

Joy comes as you become a donor of love

Not by begging and craving for love

The God and his divine-power resides everywhere

Within You and me-we together can bring 'care'.

Ecstasy

Perfection of journey is a myth,

Karmic reality by which universe is trapped with,

You and I both are imperfect,

Our eternal Love is perfect,

Distance between us in mile,

Rising in your love with smile.

As a rose without thorn,

Breaking the shackles of imperfection

You are my crown

Visualising the Almighty within,

Who sits in the core of heart of each physic,

Feel the connectivity of cosmic.

Each moment of fight and bliss

Our Journey's nectar and crisis

Test and Fulfilment

A feeling of containment,

All is His grace with great purpose

Feel the Eldorado, I divinely propose.

(Eldorado means the hypothetical golden land,

Eternal means everlasting,

Ecstasy means great happiness)

 

Faith

Life-Autumn is as Weather-autumn,
It's entirely my autumn.
Yes Autumn is like pain,
Its fascinating with purposeful gain
Its the blessing in disguise
In my God's cruise
He is my faith & my way
As spring is not far away
Its my battle & my war,
Rest are not the tsar,
People dont sattire with attitude,
Best answer is humblenes, gratitude.
For,really you and me
Are the puppets in His Sea.
Waiting for my Spring
Yet to come ; my God will bring.
He is beyond my physic & within us,
beyond metaphysics and cosmos.

My India In Hibernation

Experiencing Indian rain after a long period

Country calling,home coming is like a void

This rain reciprocates the smell

Of my soil where I dwell

The soil resembles as if a mirror

Within which resides my golden culture 

Is the heart of my country

This rain rhetors it's poetry

My country's independence & aim

Was like a golden lion's dream

But it is tired,as if in hibernation

Dreams about the past's perception

Ancient glory was great indeed

Past is done with ,it's dead

One hope seems like Pandora's box

I.e, New government ,new sensex

 This magic can not be overnight

Mob rules the revolution,fight

Needs perceptual transformation

For an integral migration

My soil breaths for a new life,

As if craves for a resurgence 

Real westernisation denotes

An increase in growth,welfare,

Not mere hubristic buildings

Not only to show off attire,here

True development happens

If poorest of poor betters off

Westernised mentalities,attitudes

As a woman the safest,rises up.

Cleanliness of each particle 

Of my country's geography 

Prohibition of dust molecule 

Developing traffic sense,not the hegemony

Still my India ,my country is hurt,

My golden lion in hibernation

Near the sea shore,with a heavy heart

Mentality needs a gigantic revolution

To a gain a roaring forties ,jovial golden lion

Raising true spirit of my population,it's ambition.

          

Pingala ra Surya

{When man discovers and invents many milestones in all branches of knowledge, he makes his civilization a prosperous one. In this same way, many countries supersede India in terms of per-capita income and GDP growth. But India is a country with many cultural values, philosophies, ethics moreover deep understanding about the eternity and the truth.But that deep cultural understanding is found nowhere.How many youth understands the moral value of a relationship?
India is facing two kinds of problems.Sometimes it may be accepting the wrong aspects of westernization which is not soothing to the Indian culture.On the contrary,it may not be sustaining  the good aspects of the indigenous culture.This is not a question of live-in-relationship but the faithfulness in your relationship.India is facing this dualism in every aspect.So why to blame a prostitute in India?In the same way she may  not be wrong in every scenario.It is mentioned in an Indian epic,a prostitute named Pingala gains her salvation by understanding her own entity and also by discovering God within. Focusing the problematic Indian scenario,an Indian poet,Benudhar Raut(from Odisha) has composed a brilliant piece of poetry ,Pingla's Sun ,with a glimpse of  this epic.}

This blue midnight  is lit with numerous stars,
This blue midnight is canvased with lust- burns,
This blue midnight is entitled with million crying dew drops, 
This blue mid night is scattered  with waits and burdens,
This blue sky is mixing the city of Bideh with the blanks of universe,
& blank of Universe is a consciousness of many sleepless prostitutes.

Pingla is restless with lust and desire,
Blanks in mind,beatifying with products & attire
Feeling sleepy and refusing to identify herself in the horizon
Like a meditating identity ,with an unbearable blank- burden


In the flesh market,comes an eco ,'who is her worth ,matching her form'
And the fire-waves are dancing in the dark with a storm 

This  night-sky has lots of stars!lots of night!lots of solitude
And the sky is full of spaces,darkness,& forms like a statue

These stars,wait,emptiness of the city
Has reached her heart,mind,crossed her physic's bigotry
The city is overshadowed with darkness 
But implicitly is contaminated with pain of soul-canvas
Her vision's rain seeks for an inner brook
Tricked down to the sea's book
Who is her soul-mate?Who is the sea?

It is not her pleasure's key;it is cosmos
She has an molecular personification;who is the universe!

She is identifying some known 
within the unknown
The body has some intrinsic,metaphysical,eternal identity
The soul is singing a song of divinely-gifted entity 

Pingla is recognising herself with the benevolent & love
Shining soul within her with ecstasy and love
She is fainted with solitude ,melancholy explicitly
She has attained salvation implicitly.


(It is a concept from an Indian mythology called the Oriya Bhagabat.It is said that the soul is gifted by God.
       I can know it.My soulmate is near me,rather I am not able to visualise him.)














                  


  

Seductive British Winter

Deciduous trees in winter
Resembles as if the hair of a spinster.

Black and brown in colour,
With lots of curls of love-odor.

Leafless trees with bare branches,
As the misty and cold winter approaches.

The trees' twig and bough,
Looks like, if nature has tied hair swirls, clips & bows.

Snow falls in extreme cold;
Later phase of winter has a commendable hold.

A veil is falling on the nature-queen,
From the milky-way, it is seen..

On the trees and on the slanting houses,
Snow is everywhere; it's density rises.

As bewitching as imagined,
Seems like mantels-pearl and diamond,

Knotted in the ivory wedding gown,
From mysterious heights, so delicate is the creation.

A Christian bride roams hither and thither,
Comes from her protective hiding shelter.









  

The Last Station

Life’s journey seems to be never-ending
Each day we run fast to do the pending

We wake up with new expectation

Mourn if don’t fetch the destination

The journey resembles as if travelling by a train;
People come and go in each station.

Just like one was with the grandparent
Departure has occurred in the present.

Never the past station comes
Nostalgic memory over-shadows

We come across new relations and friends,
As if new passengers in each junctions

The ultimate station is death
 Alone we go as alone we were at birth

Or death is a gateway to the here-after
When body perishes, soul remains for-ever.

Man with ego will end in dust
Man with love remains in the soul.