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Mohan Chutani Poem
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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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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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 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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her beautiful lines
easily play with meanings;
gifted to express
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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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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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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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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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Rain, rain, dear rain
Please come back again
Don't you hesitate or refrain
We are parched and drained.
Do fill us to the brim
Till the end of our whims
Either we'll learn to swim
Or get an honoured requiem.
Dark clouds we badly yearn
Hope, light will follow in turn
We await for our fate to churn
Help us put out fire in our urn.
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