Best Raga Poems

In the first grey light of dawn, a young woman begins the morning song.
The simple cadences of her song are as tranquil and liquid as...

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Meir Kahane, Malcolm X, Martin Luther King, John F. Kennedy 
 All gone by the assassin's bullet
     My blood chills at...

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Monsoon rains 
Bring festivity, each year
Yet I eagerly wait, to get wet
In the first showers, each year.

The peacock of my heart 
Dances round ‘n round,...

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The Untold story of a Sitar Part 3 Concluded

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A soothing musical note
Was coming out and floating 
In the air 
In that White coated 
Old...

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The mirtangist may never willingly hear
may not want to hear
the multaiyam announcing his cue
nor the melodist aware of the flautist's right
to the change in the...

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Woke up this morning missing the country way of living,
This city life is just breaking down my stride,
I’m yearning for the rolling rocky mountain highs,
And...

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Love in my life, flashes like a comet.
Still, memorable moments of forelsket.             ...

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Hiding in the trench in the French sand,
Indian Singh fights like a British soldier.
It seems it is the ending of the universe.
Dark curls of smoke...

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BETROTHAL was sure you'd come
Waiting on the steps
Saw a hawk circling
Across blue sky.
My hair glittered in twilight
Slippery steps , algae invading
Eyelashes flickered in kajal.
My face...

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FUSION

Breathtaking brook braving brazen bruises became broken
Entered estuary emanating exuberance
Reopened rosary resonated rhapsodic raga
Together these tides tried to tackle tortuous terrains
Flowed far fathoms freely fertilizing...

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It's the Love, It's the feeling, deeply echoing from my heart!! 


O'my sweet little Hazel,
Your deep naughty smile while dreaming,
Laughing damn with pretty open eyes,
Your...

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Raga. Sun shifts as fingers on
sitar.
Ravi Shankar is dead.
Old women in dark clothes 
make it down the road through
a tabla of sounding rain

We know not...

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Raga. Sun shifts as fingers on
sitar.
Ravi Shankar is dead.
Old women in dark clothes 
make it down the road through
a tabla of sounding rain

We know not...

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Vasava – An untold story                    ...

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When mind awakens, then comes “Bhairabi(Indian raga)
The awakened mind makes you a poet
Never think yourself as disregarded
Still the breeze blows, waves flow flowers bloom, and...

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