May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
Today I’m once again thankful for having the ability to dance
And for the words of Amit Kalantri…that I happened on by chance
Amit has a wonderful theory he is happy to advance…
The role of our feet is to keep us walking….he says
But their hobby,
their avocation…
their fancy
is to dance.
Amit was sat in the water and her little sister was watching
She came to him and asked “what are you doing brother?”
Amit was amazed because she never talked to him in several months.
“You will catch cold” She was telling him.
Amit told her “you come so I have to go”
She asked “why you’re saying so?”
Amit told her “my little sister talked to me after long time”
She told him “I didn’t talked but I can’t see my brother in pain”
Amit asked “So you forgave me for my rudeness”
She replied “what rude? I was not studying so you punished me”
She said again “now I will study hard to become a doctor”
Amit told her in tearing happiness “My little sister grows pretty well”
She told him “now let’s go or else father will be angry”
Then they left together to home for dinner.
Siblings love comes from inner self and it’s no rumor.
Having a brother or sister is the greatest gift from god.
It cannot be broken by any mischief or fraud.
Love, believe and support your siblings in good or bad times
Cherish and spent time together and create soulful rhymes.
Smile on the face or innocence on the face
is as attractive as beauty on the face.
—Amit Kalantri
Sweet Honesty
Lily of the valley,
rose and cedarwood.
Flowing,
romantic,
sweetly bells of white snow.
Ruffled scent
— slow tickle to the nose.
Woodsy,
warm bouquet
stirs the pulse of an innocent Eve
her fresh skin,
sunswept hair.
Budding honey bees need no patchouli seduction.
3/25/2021
Favorite Scents
Sponsor: Chantelle Anne Cooke
Only A Season
Written: by Miracle Man
January 17, 2021
Each spring, buds give birth to leaves,
and wind whipped leaves,
provided nourishment for the tree.
Along with food, shelter, shade, protection for that which sought it.
But now the green season is over.
Leaves of autumn, now released, seem to float,
gravity impelled, toward their final resting place.
A place of stillness and decay.
Not so unlike the life of man.
Tom
“In every change, in every falling leaf there is some pain, some beauty. And that's the way new leaves grow.”
Amit Ray
Home is the word we love to hear:
The dreams are never over,
They are always a break through: after the tears:
An x is lodge in our heads was it the,
rock, a tree, or the hidden board,
Time welt serve: time to cash in
Time uproot the rocks
that tree and those loose boards
would this be a happy ending?
You had choose the life of crime
The crime didn’t nail itself:
Every day a black man
Under the age of twenty
Pulls the trigger, they turned off the light
He longs to return to his mother womb:
I see the love of their mothers
While she holds their hands at age three
at age twenty three I see the replacement :
the chrome bracelets: the resentment
Neflex the new society wants us to believe that orange is the new black:
**“Our ancestors have invented, we can at least innovate.”
? Amit Kalantri**
*“Oh Child
Look within
Find your ForeMothers
Find them
Find them”
? Malebo Sephodi**
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Colours curdling, water washing every moron;
Out of us evil ever going and playing on
Land of character cherished by coloured lawn.
What a scene to see! Gracious glory gone
If you miss this mesmerizing festival upon
A folly. Foolish will be called such a conn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Holy played in school is highly pleasing crayon,
For Kinar, Aayushi, Kunal. Aryan or John.
Monorhyme has one colour, holi many micron.
Mital, Mitesh, Vaikhu, SIddhu, Saurabh are don.
This day even principal thinks to prevent throne
And join joy with teachers - see anxiety thrown.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
Songs, screams; dance, D.J.; homage and hymn on;
This day with Holika heavy burdens and sins thrown.
Cruel Hiranyakashyapa was killed; glory was won.
Kunal, Arpita, Sandeep, Amit and Shreyas on lawn
Play water and colours with cool Pari’s scone
In Jalgaon, Agra, Kanpur, Karanja, Surat or Bonn.
Holi, a hearty enthusiastic festival in horizon
See my cool family, Pari or Emily.
Father is the head of the family
Mother is the tail of it. Like simile
They work for one another early
Keeping all things together surely.
All children and grandparents lively
Are the bogies of this train Charlie.
All guests are passengers in hurry
Who come and go without fury.
Such people are good and chilly
Whom you can find in wood easily.
Daughters, sons are joy sheer to see.
Mitesh, Kunal and Siddu speak eagerly,
Pallu, Paisa, Deepu and Apu are showy,
All my cousins with Mital and Vaikhari
Punam, Amit and Shau talk truth clearly.
But the Family is never ending journey
The elders are turning on its cool key.
I too am a member of such dear Family
And would invite to join it Sam or Lily;
See my cool family, Pari or Emily.
A-ng aguhon ng daang tama
N-a mahalaga upang di maligaw;
G-awin ang pagtahak doon, lahat sila, ako man, at ikaw.
A-ng aguhon ng daang tama,
G-amit na totoong kailangan;
U-tos ng Diyos ang katulad,
H-alina't sundin tungo sa kaligtasan.
O-ras na upang alamin, dakong itinuturo ng aguhon;
N-aroon ang gantimpala, pagdating ng akmang panahon.
N-ais ihayag ng aguhon, ang tunay at matuwid na landas;
G-anap na pagtalima sa Diyos, hanggang sa araw ng wakas.
D-ireksyong senyas ng aguhon
A-y hindi maitatanggi;
A-raw man maglakbay,
N-ariyan ang gabay kahit sa
G-abi.
T-aluntunin at ingatan
A-ng mga aral sa Biblia;
M-ahalin at panghawakan
A-ng aguhon ng daang tama.
Sanmati is my angle’s name. She never
Analyses her problem without sure.
Neither does she answer anyone directly;
Mediates before speaking desperately.
Amit is her uncle’s name. Smart is he
Though teaches him how to be.
I am proud father and Kavita her mother.
Savita is her grandmother who bother
Always for her betterment. We all
Negotiate for her better stroll
Knowing how the future world be.
Either ways are taught to be free
Truth and honesty being you see.
“Jai Jinendra” is the first word
All we speak before tea or curd.
I am sure her grandpa Deshbhushan
Needs her help when he in tension.
Without you O beloved!
The atmosphere is so dynamic
Sometimes frozen and
Sometimes warm.
Things have changed,
Or the way I used to look at them.
Anyways, what remained constant
Is just your charm.
You are like
A colour of my favourite apparel
Indeed
The source of my affection.
Loving you,
Confused, is it infatuation
or just a state of delusion.
~ Amit.
When you left
O beloved!
I renunciated all that I had.
My ego, My pride
My love, My self
I gave up all that belonged to me.
There is nothing in my life,
More valuable than your companionship.
No treasure can make me rich,
My real treasure is your smile
No prostitute can satisfy me,
My actual desire is your love.
My world is not enough,
And is abandoned by your essence
Me, and my introduction;
Is incomplete, without you.
Just wishing your come-back
In temples,
I bowed my head down
In mosques,
I bent on my knees
In churches,
I have spent my 'detached from you' life.....
Longing for you
Yes, living for you
O beloved!
I merged myself into you like a mad.
You are no more,infront of me
Escaped free from the prison of my eye-sight
I am thirsty, for just one glance of you.
Herein; sitting alone in esplanade and dew.
In the dawn,
I see you at mushriq (East)
In the evening,
Across the horizons
I gaze you at maghrib (West)
On the papers,
I keeps searching your name.
In my food,
I wishes to sense your taste.
These days are,
Tumultuous to live
When you left,
O beloved!
I am living alone and sad.
~ Amit Valmiki
Kuchh aasamaa si bikhari jamiii
Bahata huaa paani, par thahari nadi...
Aa baant le ham jannat jindagi
Thoda saa dard thodi si namii
Sarahad to bas benaam bandigi
Dil se dhadakan tak ye simati chali
Ham to haantho me haanth le chale
Baant le resham si saari khushiii...
Thoda saa dard , thodi si namiii
Aa baant le ham jannat jindagiii....
By AMIT SHUKLA....
N maang uthi dhadkan se ab ki
Tinake-tinake se mai bhaaguu
Bache huye is rang manch me
Doobi palake sahil si baantuu
Roti khushiya khusabuu si seenchu
Tukado-tukado me mai saans sametuu...
Phir bhi maula mere....
De De Mujhako
Jeevan bhar me aansuu..
Bache huye is tam pal me
Kone-kone ambar se bhar duu
Krandan shapit saari duniya
Ban baaris hr pyaase man me aas bikheruu...
Phir bhi maula mere...
De de mujhako
Jeevan bhar me aansuu...........
By.. AMIT SHUKLA
Mambai India Dreams
Mambai in the Maharsashtra region is home
India the land of magic takes me back
Amit Arjun is my name
Shri Swminarayan Hindu temple is where I pray
Sandals take me there to Shri Ganesha every day
To seek Attainment , from a higher authority than me
And I pray for peace, prosperity and some property
Akuri on toast at morning meal lifts me to a jolly spirit
On my journey to the truth
Bheja, goat brain, helps me sleep at night, but it needs curry
It gets me right into my dreams of Aabha Aadarshini without a worry
She glows with the power of the sun
One day she will be my lovely wife
A lustrous beauty second to none
She teaches me the basuri and papini and how to dance
When week end comes I take Aadarshini to the market
Hand in hand we walk and plan our future
She wants a restaurant to serve foreign foods
I just want enlightenment and truth
My eyes were habituated to gaze,
what they used to see is only your face.
but yesterday, seeing you in that black dress.
My innocent heart appeared to be in a mess.
For me, you looked like a fairy,
at time, I wrote my feelings in a diary.
What a magic is there in your beauty,
that usually put my mind soothe.
So lucky was your black dress!
having to your body a friction.
Heating me with the fire of jealous,
shown miracle that increased my addiction.
-WRITTEN AND OWNED BY
Amit Valmiki
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