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Chance Meeting

We met by chance and are happy that we met
For our love is blossoming and getting stronger 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

The whole world is against us and doesn't care, I bet
We struggled for love and affection, did anyone bother
We met by chance and are happy that we met

We grabbed the chance happily, let’s not now fret
We need time to get into a rhythm with each other
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

Chance is an opportunity, a lucky and a brave does get
Let us convert it into love and not more do we rancor
We met by chance and are happy that we met

If united we stood, we could meet with any threat 
The world becomes a friend, enemies remain no longer 
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set

We are certain to succeed, unlike in a game of roulette
Where gamblers risk happiness that depends on another 
We met by chance and are happy that we met
Let us flow in our destiny and let the stage be set


Date: 3.8.2014 
Form: Villanelle

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The Ramayana

Ramayana, a Hindu epic, 
written by saint Valmiki, in Sanskrit
one of the two largest ancient epics,
the first ever poem ever created
many many centuries ago.
It  depicts story of Lord Rama 
as a kind, fair, brave, soft spoken, 
handsome prince, who had
the kind benevolence of gods.
Himself an avatar of lord Vishnu
he was bestowed with divine,
powerful weapons of gods
to be used to fight evil forces.
He won over his consort, Sita, 
daughter of King Janak, 
in a 'swayamvar', a competition.
Keeping the tradition of honouring 
a given word or promise at all costs, 
a tradition of his sun god lineage
he went to forest for fourteen years
obeying his father, King Dashrath
and forsake the throne of Ayodhya 
for his younger brother Bharata, 
as demanded by Queen Kaikayi, 
the mother of Bharatha. 
He went to forests
with Sita and younger brother Lakshman.
There, he often killed many demons 
who had terrorised and killed saints worshipping
 peacefully in their holy monasteries, 
 on latter's requests.
In the 14th year of his banishment,
along with younger brother Lakshman,
with help from his follower Hanuman,
and, King of monkeys, Sugreev, 
he fought with King of Lanka, Ravana
a demon King, who had kidnapped Sita
and had wanted to marry her.
After this victory of right over wrong,
and freeing Sita and killing Ravana
he returned to his kingdom Ayodhya
and became the king himself theteafter.
Ramayana, steeped in morality, 
depicts duties of relationships, 
portraying characters, ideal in nature,
like ideal son, ideal father, ideal servant,
ideal brother, ideal husband and ideal king. 
Ramayana has greatly influenced 
Hindu poetry, life and culture, thereafter.
Presenting teachings of ancient Hindu sages
in narrative allegory, it intermixes
philosophical and ethical elements. 
The characters of Rama, Sita, Lakshman,
Hanuman, Ravana are still revered and worshipped, 
in some of the culturally conscious
South and East Asian nations even today.
Two great Hindu festivals,
Dussehra and Deepawali 
are celebrated to mark the victory of good over evil,  
in India and elsewhere
with fervor and gaiety, every year.

8.6.2020

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Ode To Holy Ganga- Constanza

Oh Ganga! river so revered
your holiness purifies deep
if thy essence we let in seep.

From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
down the mighty Himalayas
quenching the thirsty souls pious.

Yamuna, Saraswati neared
to merge with you at Triveni
Sangam of pilgrimage many.

Together all joyously cheered
by peasants and boatmen alike
before in sea you slowly dyke.

Your ambrosial waters so cleared
granting boon to even sinners
writing history of winners

Oh Ganga! river so revered
From lord Shiva's hair you appeared
Yamuna, Saraswati neared
Together all joyously cheered
Your ambrosial waters so cleared.

Note:
Ganga, Yamuna, Saraswati rivers' confluence takes place at Triveni near Allahabad. This confluence is also called Sangam in Hindi.

25.7.2020

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Himalayas

Himalayas beckon everyone to come to its fold 
                       In as many seasons ‘n as many times ‘n still lust for more
                          Music, all four seasons, they continuously orchestrate
              A collage of fall colors adds beauty to its lakes, rivers and waterfalls
                   Legendary tales echo glories of gods in its valleys and peaks
          Abode heavenly it makes away from maddening crowd, a midst the clouds
              You fall in love with the simple and beautiful people of these hills that
                             Allow you not to miss your home sweet home while
                       Snow-capped peaks bring out grit ‘n courage of mountaineers


Contest: the hills are alive with poetry
Sponsor: Scott thirtyseven
Date: 20.6.2014
Form: Acrostic 
Lines: 9

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Bindu Vijayan

her beautiful lines 
easily play with meanings; 
gifted to express

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Onset of Summer

when the coolness of spring 
begins to fade,
in the wake of rising heat
in early April in north Indian plains,
and the golden wheat crops
shimmer in glade,
flowers of different hues
begin to lose their bright sharp sheen.  

the dry, pale yellow and brown
dead leaves of most trees,
shed themselves off one by one
exposing the bare branches,
ahoy!! soon thereafter
the nature’s miracle can be witnessed,
if one looks at the bare dry branches
a bit more closely.

suddenly they seem to be covered 
with growing tender green leaf-shoots ‘n buds,
and slowly begin to swing
in the gentle breeze like coy maidens,
taking cover behind each other
they nervously glance around to check,
they have not been seen naked
in their act of changing their attire
by any stranger.

when the flower-laden branches
of mango and other fruit trees
gently dance in the air,
to sweet notes of the cuckoo’s song
attracting butterflies ‘n insects
to their flowers,
and what a surprise to see 
not so long after
the sudden evolution of flowers
into small unripe green fruits,
which promise to become
sweet ‘n juicy
in the growing heat of 
the engulfing summer.

the morning cool and gentle breeze
rapidly starts to convert itself into, 
a hot, biting, dry, strong westerly wind
as the sun simmers 
agonizingly close ‘n longer,
everyone gets nature’s signal
to search for shade and cool greens
for solace, before the heat saps up
whatever energy is left in the living beings.

27.5.2014

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Honesty-Sonnetina Rispetto

everyone respects honesty
due to its sheer necessity
it helps to keep the trust running
by shunning the cunning ever
we too can be smart and clever
build a true world that is stunning
everyone respects honesty
due to its sheer necessity

honesty requires paying price
demands patience and sacrifice
it helps to keep the trust running
build a true world that is stunning
everyone respects honesty
due to its sheer necessity

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Sequence

drunk thoughts
dreamy smiles
party chuckles
sublime - timelessness
real fun

mountains
cool shadows
flowing clouds, winds
reflections - still waters
healed souls


Date: 8.11.2014

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Solace

steeped in mundane, worldly desires, blind I am
I wish to attract His blessed attention
His presence is all pervading, I forgot
grant solace to soul.

13.6.2020

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Change

Like a tsunami from the ocean
I want to churn everything, inside out
But rue the fact that, 
Like a bubble in the air 
Have to be content with only 
Being fidgety inside myself. 

When the rocks try to stop 
The natural flow of river, downwards
Even the transparent water, gets bloodied, 
Breaking its head on the rocks, 
I can feel its squirming and quibbling
But can remain only a mute spectator.

Whenever I feel oppressed, in any form
My heart seethes and fumes
My blood Inside tends to boil over 
Only to become cold again, why?
Perhaps it is not in my nature to retaliate,
Then, am I condemned remaining wounded, perpetually?

Unable to do much about oppressive relations, 
I pine away with my grief
Only wishing I could also free myself
And others of the oppression and the pain it inflicts
And enjoy the happiness and freedom 
endowed by nature, in relations.

But looking at nature’s infinite vastness, where
Despite tight bonding and discipline in every bit
All relationships out there enjoy
Innate freedom, harmony and fairness 
Then Wounds inflicted by the experience of oppression, 
Fill me with jealousy and pain even harder and deeper.

Hope is life, maybe quite dreamlike
The change, which would destroy 
the current forms of oppressions
and build relationships, free and fair, anew
seems to be a far cry, as of now.

the volcanoes are also destined to remain 
dormant inside, for centuries, before they erupt.


Self Translation of my Hindi poem 'Parivartan'