Best Anjali Poems
snakes-owner
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poet-mrs.anjali denandee , mom
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i am a snakes-owner…..
i catch snakes from here and there….
by my own-hands……..
i am very-expert……
i live in a village-corner…..
to my snakes , i take too-care………
i put , in bamboo-baskets……..
give to these , milk…
all drink it………
on many-ways……
i show the dance of the snakes……..
many people enjoy it………
the crowds give me foods , cloths and also money……..
i am not poor..
by these , i eat..
i dress……
and also i buy my useful-things …
by the money……
one day ……
a doctor says to me ,…………
‘’ if you give me the poison …….
then i shall give you money ‘’ ……..
i agree with him,then…..
at every month…..
he contacts with me……….
and i give him the poison…..
and take money……
he goes back in his city , then…..
we contact , again and again……
after some years…
i become very-rich-woman…….
one -night …..
i give milk ……..
to my snakes…
and at that time…
a snake bites on my right-hand….
i think that …
i shall be dye…..
without any treatment………
yes…by my collection …
of the poison……….
the doctor creates the medicine …
but i can not take it………
i know that….
after some-times………
will stop , my heart-beats…….
yes.it is the reality……
where is my safety ……
Poet - ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM
“ FOREVER “
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THE SUN GIFTS RAYS……………
THE LOTUS SEES AND SEES THE SUN………….
DAYS AFTER DAYS…………….
THE RAINDROPS DANCE ON IT ,
IT FEELS WITHOUT ANY HEART-BEAT;
BEES ENJOY IT ,
THEY SAY,
WITH SOUNDS ,
“OH ! HOW SWEET ! “
THE FLOWER NOTHING ,SAYS.
UNDER WATER IS,
IT’S ROOT –IN MUDDY- GROUND,
NOBODY SEES ;
GANDERS AND GEESE,
TOUCH IT,
WITH HEART – BEATS ,
CAN FEEL , IT .
AIR LIKES IT,
IT MOVES THEN.
WAVES PULL AND PUSH IT,
IT HAS NO LOSS,
OR NO GAIN .
MOON AND STARS ,
SAYTO IT,
“GOOD EVENING ! “
THEN SMILES IT .
WHEN I PICK IT UP,
AT VERY- EARLY – MORNING,
THEN IT LAUGHS AND LAUGHS AND LAUGHS…
NON – STOP…………….
WITH JOY OF SACRIFICE ;
OH ! THE NATURE ! TOO NICE !
THEN, ON IT,
FRESH DROPS OF,
DEW AND DEW AND DEW…
COOL – COOL - COOL , DROPS …DROPS …DROPS …
I OFFER TO THE GODDESS,
THEN PRAYS IT,
“ I COMPLETE ,
MY EARTHLY - LIFE ! LISTEN ! KINDLY !
HI ! THE MOM - HOLY !
NOW , MY LIFE WILL BE THE HEAVENLY;
HEY ! YOU , BLESS ME ,…….BLESS……..BLESS……BLESS…
I WAS WAITING FOR IT ;
IT IS MY PROPER PLACE !
IT IS MY ULTIMATE SUCCESS .
IT IS MY EVER – ADDRESS .
YES ! YES ! YES !.............
ONLY FOR IT ,
I WILL TAKE RE – BIRTH ,
ON THE EARTH,
NEW…NEW …NEW…
AND STAY, ALSO,
EVER – NEW ;
I ADORE YOU ! OH !”
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i send ................... copyright-poet-mrs. anjali denandee , mom .................................................................................. hey ! you ! the falling-dry-leaf !......... you come down ....... with beautiful artistic movement........... you are too-free................ you leave .............. your past tree......... it is the rule of the nature.......... the ending is must of a life..... you was green......... now you are brown............ you touch the ground........ and then it asks ,...... '' where have you been ? ''......... you say nothing , then......... you became the dead , then............ beneath the tree........... you take place.......... it is your present address.......... then i pick up you........ and on you................. i write by my unseen ink of the mind............ '' i love you ! ''........... i send you........... to find out my lover.... you find........ and then take place........ on her palm............ and she write on you then...... by her tear............ again.... '' i love you too ! my dear ! ''.......... you return again to me, then.......... and i say to you ........ '' welcome ! ''......... and give place ........ again , on my palm.......... yes........... after your death also............ you are very useful ; oh !.............. just like the alive...... of your past-life........ you are my well-wisher..... yes...i shall keep you.......keep.......... hi ! you ! the leaf !.......... ...............................................
An enigmatic Indian beauty from Delhi
Told me that her first name was Anjali
I gave her all my cash
Seven goats and an ass
Then took them back for she was really a fellow
(6th in Contest; Indian Giver by Destroyer Poet)
Her Eyes
(Based on Photo no. --- ps__JT76945.jpg)
Your lovely brown eyes,
In love of which one dies,
They have got something tempting,
And I may be attempting,
From my dream, to rise…
Your sweet black dress,
Makes me crazy more or less,
I can make you out in queue,
And I can’t live without you,
But often, who are you is what I try to guess…
I am butter and you are my knife,
You are my dearest life,
You are my life’s cause,
But due to my memory- loss,
I just wonder; “You are my wife?”
-Anjali Mishra
POET-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
Lovely-boat
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My boat;
Float and float…………..
From my throat,
I create and create……………..
Just before sun-set;
The birds return in their nests,
For taking rest;
I am on my lovely-boat;
And see and see all……….
Oh ! the nature ! you are above all !
Again and again,you call and call…………
So I come back on the earth,
And take rebirth;
The life is really beautiful !
But,the soul has no rule;
Anytime from my body,it can go;
And my life can finish;
Oh ! no !
I want from the nature,
The bliss…….bliss…blisss………
Oh !the creature !
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POETESS- mrs . anjali denandee,MOM
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FLYING-DREAMS
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my silver-colour-kite……..
it’s weight is too-light……..
it is shining by the too-bright……….
noon’s sun-light……….
it reaches too-high………
on the sky-colour-sky……..
it likes to fly and fly………………..
the joy of free-air…………
of it ,I take care…………
but , it moves , with the thinking of don’t care…………
it has many dreams…………
but not like me………at sleeping-times………..
at night , I do not move , at that times………
I watch the dreams………….
but it watches the dreams ,
at day……….at moving-times………….
when I hold it’s string…………
then i recite the rhymes………
and also , I sing the songs , I sing and sing………………….
it hears and hears……….
and reaches too- higher –position……….
with great-emotion………………..
then it’s speed becomes too-high……….
and very-fast , it reaches too-high ………
towards the free-open - sky………….
I feel too-happiness in my own mind then………….
with joy of my own-kite ………
from my eyes tears come down then……………
for it’s upper-position…………….too-high………….
when , the dusk comes……..then the sun-light………….
it is not so-bright……………….
in the own-nests …………
the birds come back ,again………….
who went too-high…….
too-far from their own-nests………………
at the dawn…………………..when the sun-light…
it was not so bright……………….
on the west – sky……
the sun takes it’s position……………..
I pull-down it , then…………………
after some times ,it touches my hand………
then , I hold it , with great-emotion……………….
and say , ‘ tomorrow , you shall fly , again……’ ……………….
then we return in our own – house with grand-success…….
grand……….grand….grand……
like the birds-nests …………
it is also our ultimate-address…………………..
then we both take rest…………..
also on the sky of west…….
the success-sun takes rest……………..
but now our position is lowest………
in the close – house , not the open-high-sky……………………..
but here also fly and fly…..
our tomorrow’s dreams…………in our hidden-minds……then……..
yes , these dreams also fly and fly tomorrow , again……………
yes my kite and I am………..DE…………
we love to dreams……..O K ………O K…….
at night and also at day………………..
yiiye……yiiye……..…yiiye…………….
we are yesterday……..today…..and tomorrow…………
next………next….next……….also…………..
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Title of the poem: The rainy season
Poet: Mrs. Anjali Denandi(MOM)
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
Oh! The little-girl! Dear! No tear!
Don’t cry!
Darling! Hi!
I shall gift you, the teddy-bear.
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
The teen-ager! Hey! You, the lady!
Don’t cry! Stay steady, in mind and your own-body!
Aahhaa!..........Tragedy…………….!
You have lost your parent,
In clouds, for aero plane-accident;
………..recent……………
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
Hello! The young! The woman!
Too- sad!........too…….too…………too……….
Nobody can………….
What can you do ?
Now, don’t cry! no tear………….
Just after marriage, of one-year; You have lost your husband, dear;
Forever, for the cancer;
It has no answer…………………
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
The old life;
Once upon a time, then, you were the wife;
The mother;
The grand-mother;
Now your husband is in the heaven;
And your age is 77;
So, your daughter in law, son and grandson,
Send you in old age home; so, you, don’t cry !
Don’t feel alone! All are your own;
………..yet, they have no tear !.........shy………But, you try to understand! Try...try…try…………
Rain……..rain………..rain………….rainy-season…………
Your duty is creation……With great-emotion!...........Without any reason,
You gift the lives on the earth;
The new-lives take birth.
Green-trees are too-happy, for you!
They say, we love you, too….too….too…………!’
Name: Mrs Anjali De Nandi(MOM)
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MY MADNESS
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I run behind of a fox at the evening in the forest , alone…………..
then it enters in it’s shelter…………..
I can not see it then…………………
I stop then…………..
stand near of it’s shelter……………
and I shout then,like it’s tone……..
yes,it’s tone is my wellknown…………
hook – ka – hooya……………hook-ka-hooya…………hook-ka-hooya………..
after some tones, I stop , then………….
and watch the evening star………….
later , also the north star………………..
then run , alone,again……………
why , I do not know it , why,why,why?………………….
I watch then………….
some owls and bats fly and fly……………..
above of my head……………
then the moon is also on the above sky…………..
it gifts it’s free-light on my open-head……………….
then I say to all,’hi ! good evening !’……………
but they do not say me,’good evening’……….
why ? then I think and think……….
then all stars blink and blink………………
and I come back in my own shelter…………..
when return,then my mom says,……..
‘ I watch you, that, for somedays ,……………….
you are moving , at night ?
do you know the time ? now, it is p.m. 8 ................
why are you so late ?.................
now stand up on one leg ,yes, must on the right ,……………….
and hold own both ears by own both hands,………………….
on the open yard……………..
on the green-grassy- land ‘ …………………
then I stand up and enjoy the nice moon- rays…………
behind of me there stands our night-guard…………….
he nothing says ; ……………………
but inside of my shelter ,………
claps and claps , my little brother,then…………
after 15 minutes,my mom says,……
‘come inside,now,and wash own legs and hands’…………………….
I enter inside then………….
and hold my brother’s both ears by my own both hands…………..
and laugh very loudly……..
then he shouts too-loudly…………….
then my mom says loudly,……………………
’wash,your face,legs and hands , …………
go to wash room,quickly , now,go’………….
at this moment , her mobile rings………
krings…..krings…..krings……………..
and she says,’hello ! ‘ ……………….
yes, then I do not go to the wash room and again,………
I hold my brother’s ears……………
and come down his tears…………….
like the rain , ………………….
and then ………..
I laugh loudly………………
very proudly…………………
but mom can not say anything , then…………….
yes,she talks then……………………….
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Poet, ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM
EVER-UNKNOWN-MIND
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i know,
that i have a mind;
but ,i do not know,
it's particular-place;
where is it ?
in brain, in heart or.......
where....................
i do not know,
it's proper-address;
who can say ?
i ask it;
i am DE.
why ,the mind was created ,first?
kindly, say !
hey ! hey ! hey !
i know,
mind is always working; but how ?
i do not know.......! ?
i also ,know,
that the mind is the fastest ,
in the universe,
among all.
but how ?
i do not know ! ?......
i know,
that,
the mind is forever;
and it's works do not know,
the rest.
how is it possible ?
i do not know.
oh ! the ever-unknown-mind ! ?.........
poet , ANJALI DENANDI ,MOM .
AT THAT TIME
then ,my son took birth;
his feet were not on the earth;
he was on my lap;
on my head, there was no cap;
my non-brushed hairs were too happy !
oh ! my too little baby !
he was also too happy !
my eyes were also too happy !
my those eyes were seeing the too little -baby.............
oh ! so happiness !
in the universe, it was the greatest feeling !
the first motherhood;
above all; yes .
i gifted to him food;
which was coming from my own body;
oh ! the creature !
you were too faithful !
i felt it,
when i watched his face,
then he said it,
by his wordless mouth;
i thought,then,
that, he was the creature,
yes,who created me ,
the mother,
who was the faith of the too little child;
i had smiled;
oh ! the zeal !
yes, the new- born baby was nothing but the creature.
i felt it,
when i observed his nature.
the pure relation.
the best creation;
yes, only by that way,
the life could flow............
yes,all knew,know and also will know..............
why ? who could know ?
why, life came first in the earth ?
why all took birth ?
what was the need ?
nobody knew it;
1. THE STORM
COPYRIGHT-POETESS-ANJALI DENANDI,MOM
The storm - from where, it comes
Why - comes, it ? Where, it goes ?
When - it came first ?
Forever it goes and comes
Has it any good effect ? Who knows ?
Destroy ! Just destroy ! Just- ! Must !
The nature becomes calm -
All know - it is the before stage of storm !
Oh! Fear ! The nest thinks - on the tree palm !
The storm has no own form ;
Yet - it has very strong action !
Which can break the mother's emotion !
Lives become hopeless by it !
Forever It can stop the heart beat !
Branches never come back as alive !
The buds and baby-birds never come back !
But the storm returns again and again ...!
Bee-eggs never come back -
But after storm - again bees build the hive !
Though trees feel pain -
Yet - branches , buds come back again !
The new branches , buds , baby-birds , eggs -
Take place on the empty places -
The new nests become happy again !
Cont’d
But no kindness of the storm's invisible legs ,
These always break the sweet dreams !
For these bad works - the storm feels the happiness !
To the storm - who blesses ? ! -
Try - in minds - for own love placings !
Oh ! The storm ! What do you mean ? ! -
Now - find and think about blessings !
Yes ! Yes ! Yes ! - - -
Be the well wisher of the nature ! Please !
Not destroys - creations are the lives - keys !
In front good works - down your knees !
Know - follow - who is your creator ? Who is ---
2. AN AIRY AFTERNOON
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In an airy afternoon-
I float by my little boat, on river-
Smiles, on sky, the silent moon-
I gift it my loving-look, from very far!
Waves touch my feet, which are naked;
These waves are too busy-
These never come back!
Some very little children, they are naked,
They enjoy around my boat, I see and see---
And eat pop-corn from my jute's sack;
Fishes are seen sometimes on open air-
Again hide in deep water;
My white sail- is in joy of freedom!
I reach very far from my little home!
My pets, my dog and my talking parrot,
Freely walk on my happy boat;
I call,"Hey! Children! Come here!
Yes! Please! Stand on my side;"
They do, like my speech!
Then go and on a big horse, they ride!
Which stands on bank, without speech!
ONE DAY
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COPYRIGHT-POETESS-MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE,MOM
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one day.......
a summer - mid - noon..........
a man goes to a shop............
from his house.........
he asks,...........
'' hey ! you ! the shopkeeper !.........
please! say , .........
''what is the cost of a green-raw-coconut ? ''..........
the shopkeeper says,.......
'' rs. 50 ; ''...................
then the man says ,.........
oh ! too-much ! ''...........
then the shopkeeper says ,..........
climb up , the tree,.........
and drink the fruit-water; ''.............
then the man does like it ;.................
when he climbs too-high,......
then he slips,.............
and hold a leaf by his own hands,..........
and is hanging , from the tree. .............
at this time ,...........
an elephant-owner is going under him.............
the hanging-man says,.............
''pleas ! save me! ''..................
then the elephant -owner says ,.....
''if you give me, rs.500 ,...............
then i shall save you ; ''..............
then the man says,.........
''yes, i shall give you ; ''..........
then he hold the hanging-man-legs;........
and then the elephant goes away.........
and goes far from this place..............
then both men are hanging. .....................
then under them,.........
is passing a horse-owner,............
then both hanging-men say,............
please! save us ! ''...........
then he says ,..........
''if you , both give me,........
rs.1000 + rs. 1000 ,............
then i shall save , both; ''............
then they say ,.....
''yes, we agree ! ''...........
then the horse-owner ,......
hold the elephant-owner-legs,.............
at this time ,..............
the horse runs and goes too-far ,............
from this place ;............
then all three men are hanging.........
then the first man says,.............
'' if you both,.............
the elephant-owner ,..............
and the horse-owner,............
give me rs. 2000 + rs. 2000 ,...........
then i hold the leaf of the coconut-tree ,..............
if you do not give me ,.............
then i freed the leaf ; ''..................
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THE SAGE
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i am a sage........
i live in a village.......
111 , years is my age........
i sleep under the stars rays.......
i create my poetries , under the sun rays.....
i enlighten me , by it, phase by phase ........
the sun says,……….
‘’ hey ! you ! the sage !......
make own self , the endless-immortal- days ! ‘’…………….
i move in the dense forest under the moon rays.......
my beats are too-young in my rib-cage.....
peak of the mountain, is my walking-ways........
the ocean says ,....
'' hey ! you ! the sage !........
be the wise like me ! yes...follow my every tide-stage ! .......
my every wave is your spiritual- writing-page ! ........
on me , watch every image.......
by your mind touch my every edge ‘’........
say me the bays ,…..............
‘’ around the lives-salty-flows , your knowledge ,…..
yes , lays and lays…….
the eggs of infinite’s timeless-forever-message ‘’………….
my spirit always …………
obeys and obeys………
the natural-devotional-rules of universal-college…………
my emotion prays and prays ………..
in hope’s successful-coverage…….
my responses praise and praise……….
to my ideal- works on the path of peaceful-endless-every-mileage……..
I AM EVER - WRONG
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i am ever wrong............
i sing my life's song...
in front of the dead body........
i am ever wrong.........
i want to see ..........
the sun...........
at mid night...........
i am ever wrong......
i want to see the north star............
at mid noon............
i am ever wrong..........
i want to see the full moon.....
at the new moon.....at night.........
i am ever wrong..........
i want to hear....
the laugh of the happiness..........
just after new born baby's mouth-toothless.........
not the crying..............
i am ever wrong.......
i trying and trying .......
to stop the death...
.......... of the living body........
i am ever wrong............
i like to listen.......
the recitations .....
of the dumb's mouth.................
i am ever wrong.....
i chant in front of the deaf.........
i am ever wrong.....
i show the mirror .......
.....in front of the blind..........
under the rays-shined……………
i am ever wrong.....
i pray..........
....to the nature,.........’’ hey ! ……..
kindly ! end , the tears of the humans ‘’.........
i am ever wrong.......
so i find and find.........
……by my foolish-mind………
.......the love in the endless universe...........
I am ever wrong……….
why ? because , I reach to the destiny ……..
of the successes-ways……….
I am ever wrong…….
yes………I want to change the rhythms of the heart……..
which is in my rib cage……..
I am ever wrong…..
I again and again…….
try to control my eyes……
please ! don’t close…….not shut……
be the ever open…..
at living body………
do not blink……at awaken times………
when I arise…….
and also do not close at sleeping times………
I am ever wrong………..
though I know I will meet with my death……….
and forever will stop my movements……..
yet I continue …… my breathings ,…….
…… always…….
……..un-necessarily………
………..freely………………..
I am ever wrong…………
to hold my age forever at stage of young………..
I am ever wrong……
I take birth ……..
……..again and again….
on this painful-earth…….
I am ever wrong…..
I waste my times for dreaming………
and request to the time ,……..
‘’ don’t go ahead ! ‘’………………………….
COPYRIGHT-POETESS-MRS. ANJALI DENANDEE , MOM
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THE PEACE-LOVE
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hey ! you ! the fire-fly !........
you love to fly and fly.....
the night becomes satisfied .......
when you flies and flies.......
with your light.........
only for the night .......
the stars arise.......
with light..........
but those are too-far........
so the night is not satisfied by them.......
you are in her......
at the every hour......
at whole night........
so you are her lover......
the life's peace is on your active wings.........
in your light......
yes....the night fills own-self......
by your light........
you are the alive..........
who is with love light and peace wings......
in the calm night.............
you gift the cool-light.........
which has no heat........
but has the beat.........
yes...you are true-real-lover of the night.......
so , at every night.........
you meet with her.........
meet and meet.........
forever and ever.......
you are the natural lover............
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