Best Divine Being Poems
Forbidden as the fruit in the garden of Eden,
But is merciless as man's carnal desire.
Similarly ripe and succulent,
And provoking instantaneous salivation,
A desire to taste.
The oasis in a desert of heat and sand,
Quenching the instinctive thirst of man.
The bearer of fruit,
Giver of life,
The garden in which man plants his seed,
And grants the world mortality.
Once a symbol of purity and innocence,
The most beautiful of flowers in a field of many.
Harvesting of such a blossom does not result in decadence,
But instead marks fertility,
And the renewal of that virtue.
Dawning of all existence,
Fulfillment of all desires,
And the divine being of all creation,
Eternally unaware of the power it possesses.
Right from my earliest years
the thought of God was there
thinking much of how I came to be
into this world showing your care
I always believed in you O God
You the divine being mighty is He
learning continually from your word
in this I read wholeheartedly I did agree
Read deep spiritual scriptural truth
many years later I saw your light
showed me my sin there since birth
your remedy of repentance for my plight
That crack in my mirror
showed up all of my sins
suddenly realised my need
redemption applied now wins
I came running to you Lord
received in your arms so warm
felt safe secure and satisfied
you are my God true to form
Now every day you teach me
your great truth more and more
learning to obey kneeling in prayer
seeking your face knowing your door
sapphire petals
screaming out
in rage.
black tears
falling heavily
onto wings.
two wispy
threads tugging
furiously lightly.
grey streaming
outward onto
azure expanse.
slight wind
catching in
petite sails.
gentle dwarf
feet clinging
on tightly.
vines draping
over a
worn twig.
ripened yellow
fruits ready
to fall.
brush lining
slivers of
maple branches.
divine being
of nature
taking flight.
Incineration of Love God Madan ( Cupid )
One of Many
Originally written in Hindi by my late father Dr. Amar Nath Kapoor
1899 to 1994
English version by Ravindra K Kapoor.
Prelude to this epic.
According to Indian mythology Madan the Love God or Cupid was asked to divert the attention of Lord Shiva*, the supreme God of Hindus, who was lost in deep meditation, so that Lord Shiva may be requested to help the Gods from the attacks of the demon supreme immortal Tarakasur. However, when Madan disturbed Him in meditation Shiva became too furious and opened His third eye. Madan the Cupid God got burnt by the fire of the anger of his third eye. This epic reveals many interesting incidents about this story later in this series…..
Hindi Name: Madan Dahan
Ages before in Satyug* or the Golden Age,
When Cupid was wandering in human form,
And humans were living on Earth,
Without passion and were even free from lust.
He kept man and woman all,
Intoxicated with the wine of love, and
Blended with the beauty and loveliness,
He was prevailing in every innocent heart.
He was dwelling as the charm of everyone,
In the tender heart of a woman,
And in the attractions of a youthful body,
Was wandering even, in the courtyards of Gods.
Ravindra
Kanpur India 20th April 2012
To continue…..
Clarifications:
*Yug or Yuga
Yuga in Hinduism, is the "Yuga (Age or Era) of Truth", when mankind is governed by gods, and every manifestation or work is close to the purest ideal.
* The cycle Yugas (Ages) in Indian mythology
The yugas are said to succeed each other almost endlessly. After the perfect Satya Yuga, a decline marks the Treta Yuga. Further decline brings about the Dwapara Yuga, and after it comes the final and dark Kali Yuga, a time of wickedness, when man kills another man. At the end of the cycle a Divine Being is said to take birth and reestablish righteousness, thus beginning a new Satya Yuga.
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WHAT IS HOLY
What is holy?
The word’s meaning is nebulous
And depends on identity
One must believe Divine Being and intelligence
is/was original mass,
That great all-seeing-eye
What does man see, hear, and value,
What the worm?
One must conclude all living creatures see, hear
life to their varying degree,
Have singular identity,
Have some degree of awareness
The creation BOOMS out!
The BIG BANG grabs one’s very soul
Realization!
We see all through the eye of God
What is holy?
Everything
Dave Austin
why do so many humans elect to be tended and herded like sheep?
should path to salvation require forfeiting self-determination?
long have golden trim and precious jewels reigned at altars of worship
why do such all powerful gods require so many interpreters?
does enlightenment entail shedding logic and credibility?
nothing's holy about misogyny, bigotry and genocide
what type of belief system relies on second-hand information?
when did blatant hypocrisy and greed become a religious creed?
why do self-proclaimed, loving benefactors require blind allegiance?
accept these articles of faith which are beyond any criticism
should a fixed object of belief be based upon mere speculation?
doesn't require a divine being to do right by humanity
shall continue to choose to believe in that which consciousness reveals
God resides in the hearts and souls of Man,
He does not reign on any worldly plane.
The existence of God can't be proven,
folks either believe in Him, or they don't.
Scientists who dispute His existence,
concede the possibility of God.
Religion has little to do with God:
and much more to do, with wielding power.
God's presence imbues spiritual peace,
He does not meddle in mortal affairs.
And so, praying won't eradicate wars,
nor save an innocent child from dying.
Humans believe in a Divine being
that's infinitely greater than themselves.
And yet, God only exists through belief;
and thus, He is a part of who we are.
God brings consciousness to humanity,
outside rituals and superstitions.
But religion exploits our fear of Death,
preaching, sinful souls face eternal Hell.
Belief in God restores faith in oneself:
His influence cannot be disputed.
And once you dismiss church doctrine and myths,
allow faith to decide: if He exists.
Never-After
© Ben Burton
Why is it
So many godless people
Are offended by religious words
Spoken publicly?
Does reverence instill fear in them?
If so, of what?
The church lady
Swinging her purse?
If shuffling off our mortal coil portends
The end
What then?
It is done. Finis.
Who’s afraid of the big, bad nonentity?
Where is the sting?
Why is it troubling
To nonbelievers
If I proclaim to the very stars
Belief in a Divine Being?
Will it harm their children?
Influence them so much
That they fall prey to false belief
False hope
Thereby opening a path
To the glorious Never-After?
Does sincere prayer
Uttered before atheists
Lead them to despair
If so, why?
Do atheists have commandments
Precluding their admittance
To a nonexistent afterlife lodge
If their ears are violated
By a believer's
Prayer?
Or does apprehension take root
Nourished by the idea of being wrong
Thus, wrecking their chance
To make it to the dance
Maybe it is best not to believe
Risking no disappointment after death
When, upon looking around, one sees nothing
And thinks, "HA, I knew I was right all along"
While huddled masses praise His name
Elites look on with stark disdain
The common man remains inane
Blissfully inane
What flies in the face of logic
Must be wrong
Though theories with highly suspect reasoning
Are showcased as irrefutable
And spoon-fed like poisoned pablum
Ultimate proof lacking either way
But, oh, what spoils to the believer
While the atheist looks forward to . . .
Ironic? Certainly
For fate's so easily changed
In fewer words than these
In His name
Stillness encircles crystal eyes
Just an admirable gaze
Feel the warmth flowing from my heart
And you sit watching treasuring each lasting smile
May we want from each other?
Rejoice for now our tepid lips met at last
The cloak of love transformed
All from a the mere perception of our being
Into the arms of a closeness created from a divine being
And now bodies entangled in a restless flame
A passion of sharing, touching, healing so personal
So advanced in the journey of our relationship
With depth and overflowing adornment
Osculating every pore of each other into the eternity of us
Now we pose into a state of blissfulness
Released in the arms of light
Quietly enraptured
His very name brings about a smile on the lips
Of those who just remember him even casually
He uses his exceptional charm so captivatingly
That has mesmerised human mind everlastingly.
His very life, is a series of events, extraordinary
Would have certainly crushed any man ordinary
But then He is a divine being out of the ordinary
He descends from his abode to uplift the ordinary.
He advises to face the vicissitudes of life boldly
And not get dispirited by events that are prickly
For nothing either good or bad linger constantly
That is the gist of life which he tells so eloquently.
He charms one and all, the challengers including
He invigorates by his uplifting touch, everything
And goads men to act all the time with no idling
For a righteous cause, that demands, upholding.
He is a friend, philosopher and guide to all beings
Who but seek his divine intervention in their lives
He is a companion superlative who cares lovingly
For all, who solicit his intermediation passionately.
Dear Ronny
What a Divine being you are !
You gallop in all your fours
the moment I call thy name.
At times, even my very look
fetches fast your benign presence.
You wag your tail ?
Flap your fan-like ears ?
Sitting by my doorstep rail
you wean out all my fears
and gently bark...you smile ?
Busy dad running after money
Self-gearing mom with her
Hectic hitches at her women’s wing
Brother, too little to talk to.
Friends stuck to mobile phones.
Tried to communicate grand-dad
Listless he had become, grew impatient
My approaches right or wrong, I was glad
I kept indoors like an eternal in-patient
for, none tried to understand.
Even tried God , Him I trust.
Threw silent prayers...again prayers
They say – a prayer is thanks giving.
It must be a supplication
Never turn it an application
Carrying worries to Him ? –my inner voice
No...Let it go. He destined it so.
Then, I turned my head to you, my next choice
The best choice, Ronny, raise thy brow ?
Doggy, you alone can bring me poise.
Now, I am pouring out my worries
Into thy reticently receptive rectangular head
Like the main channel of a overflowing reservoir
Forcefully falling into focused fathom
You wag your tail? Is it tail ? Or head ?
When an understanding soul is there
We continue riding in one-way
I tend to continue in that vein
Hey, Ronny, What’s that? Tears in thy eyes ?
There...I got my living god.
Composed by Muralidara Kannan
(Dedicated to my Beautiful “Little Queen Fiancée” SULTANA YEASMIN and to her auspicious birthday on 18th July)
S-
Shining the abode
In a shrabon night you came
Night-queens spread the scent
U-
Undulated light
Under the crescent moon’s folk
Laughed all in thy look
L-
Lawn around all there
Kept a name of love heart fair
Sweet meat greeted peace
T-
To millennium
Eighteenth July Ninety Nine
Touched two centuries
A-
Azure blue of the sky
Comes to celebrate per year
It’s your young eighteenth
N-
Nature of Empress
The face carries to impress
Where I’m nothingness
A-
Abloom the flower
White and pink to the monsoons
On the wings of love
Y-
Youthfulness of time
In every pore of your stares
Where I'm twilight spy
E-
Expression of life
Embroidered eternity
Unite our two souls
A-
Adolescent goals
On the caravan of wish
Endears rose bed
S-
Scent of peace in breaths
Summarize our demands charts
A couple till death
M-
Migratory birds
On the colorful bared sky
We are seized in there
I-
Independent we're
Crossing horizontal lines
Now divine being
N-
North, south, east and west
All sides belong our oneness
You and I that's grace
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
July 15, 2021
(Written with Acrostic and Haiku form)
I loved that day which blest its night
With antediluvian might,
Of ours flourishing souls in joy
That some divine being must deploy.
It was a lithe nocturnal wood,
‘Midst whose darkening core there stood
A tiny cottage, ancient as the Moon.
Whence we then heard the leaves to croon.
Lagoon! a lustrous lagoon saw we!
Beside the trees, serried in glee,
And our small home– its lovely limit
Never saw this oneness split.
‘Twas morning then, but now the murk
Embraced two lovely hearts, and hark !
The crickets, ever hidden did hurl
Their doleful screech from many a knurl.
Above a couple at peace in a nest
Did murmur private words , as if lest
None could overhear their sound,
None could intrude their world from ‘round.
Then thou closer, closer wert,
I dwelt, exulted, on thy sinless heart.
And our gay mutters were no louder
Than theirs who loved the voice of amour.
A luscious smile as thou didst pour
On night’s abundant beauty store,
Perhaps He lavished for lovers’ sake
Another world that we could make.
Fake! ‘Twas fake for it wouldn’t last,
As that unseen joy glided fast
Towards a sunny dullness again;
No mystic love there did we regain !
When ripples rested in heart......
Lullabies of morning breeze,
Took me to the garden of heaven.
Angels danced, perfumes of hidden flowers
Fragrances to my filthy soul.
Golden chariot adorned in
Blue diamond petals stood before me
Saw a divine being riding white horses
Spreading blue light everywhere......
Gospels in Gita flashed in my mind for a while
When I lost myself in ecstasy,
Peacock feathers tossed neck and
Moved away from me.
A man dies...without any
realization of the event taken
place...his soul manipulated
and deteriorated by a world he
knows not to be malignant...a
Divine Being deprived of his
true potential...now reduced to
only BEING null and void...
*ANOTHER MAN DIES* seeking
all the transient pleasures the
world has to offer...yet he has
not SEARCHED deep within for
true worth ....the value of the
MIND BODY and SOUL
interchanged for monetary
gain...the sight of this
continuous cycle pains my
heart...*ANOTHER MAN
DIES*...not the physical death
but perishes
eternally...unbeknownst he has
truly never lived at all...
CiD *Conformity Is Death*
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