Best Shanti Poems
Are you sleeping?
Refreshing sleep, Master
Are your eyes open?
You know they are, Master
But you are not awake
Am not, I gasp?
You have fasted
Turned back on all desires,
And still you long
Your mind longs for enlightenment
And still you sleep,
Longing in ignorance,
For that which you now are,
Like wanting the idea
of this moonlight
But not the real moonlight.
The real moon I see now
Is not the real moon?
Shanti, shanti, shanti
He chants and touches my brow,
I see in the moment that I am
This moon and the stars,
Galaxies whirling past
I feel the grass growing
Birdsong, mating, oh all
The spheres singing, humming,
The peace that surpasses understanding
Enfolding me, soundless knowing
For just a moment, not that I am,
Just am!
a moment
a sunbeam
passing through a window
So experience
crytalline illusions
and see how
the dancer
becomes the dance!
Let us take note
of birdsong in the
morning
Perhaps you feel
it's a kind of cosmic
joke
played by a card sharp
If you would stop and look
for a moment
You would see thar
crystalline illusions
are the things
that help us avoid despair
If you want to
taste the sunlight
Or feel the rain
on you body
Just open your soul
to the sunrise and
moonrise
which should guide you through
the days
Peace - Shalom - Yasu - Shanti
I found her in the forest,
the photosynthetic pigments,
the cleaved sunbeams between the trees.
I found her among the leaves,
in the ovate, the lanceolate,
the smooth, serrated, and lobed edges.
I found her in the gleeful toddlers,
the searching, jubilant preschoolers,
the wonderstruck, young ones.
So many ways, I felt her presence
on my journey,
I longed to acquire her wisdom,
but the acuity of her heart eluded me.
Soon, I came to a parable etched in rock.
A mother risks all for her child, it said.
In this way, your heart must be measureless.
Continuing my pilgrimage after hours,
I entered fabled buildings, abandoned shells.
In the sprawled graffiti, I saw these words:
Hate never finishes hate. Only love fantastic
holds this genius.
Even as I saw the truth of her words,
I studied my hands and felt meagerly human.
I continued my wayfare, many miles until daybreak.
I came to a river crossing, a place of becoming.
I discovered the next precept in river silt and mud:
Self-love is the mud and clay for loving others, it said.
Then I awoke to what I was missing, and she appeared.
She floated glistening, bright, and blissful before me.
Shanti, Shanti, my name is Guanyin.
Her voice rang like a bell.
You can now cross the river to learn love transcendent!
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MANGALYAAN ( VOYAGE TO MARS)
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It is alright how we came.
But one cannot deny our presence.
We are in the Mars club.
found our way ahead in a bicycle!
No one helped us to be here.
It is our Vedic skills,
made way for cosmic dreams.
If you like it or not,
we made our entry silently.
We may have used a bullock cart,
a buffalo for our space ship.
Cow dung as fuel.
Does it matter?
It is not to conquer Mars.
Just to be there to do our bit.
Entire universe is a puzzling mystery.
The more we are in,
the more we entangle in the puzzle.
Depth is so deep.
Neither end is seen nor beginning.
But there is hope.
Hope in and for humanity.
Please wear your DESIGNER HATS
We wear our turbans.
Please do cartooning,
But do not mock at us in a cartoon.
It is not for mockery but for good taste.
Let us do something,
useful for humanity.
Not to make a Nuclear winter out of greed.
We chant a hymn.
a mantra that reaches beyond galaxies.
A couplet for our liberation.
Om Shanti, shanti, shanti.
(Peace on Us, Peace on us ,Peace on us)
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti:
A faith-lit path in forlorn lands
Hold no wrath, it's ever at hand
You didn’t know it a bit, did you?
Doling out truth in terms of myth
Not far away to be one with
And meld with the chant 'Om Shanti '
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
There need not be any hurry
Though caught in unusual worry
Stealing the light from stars were you
Striving for success through dare-do’s
Reuse the old ruse through and through
Gave once the heave-ho, Om Shanti.
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
And from the dark the blue bird sang
One viewed its shades as out it rang
It did't declaim in haste like you
Shifting the fake to the forefront
Gifting hate to the mate upfront
Time to go back to Om Shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
The voice that makes everyone halt
The choice they make without a fault
In the detours taken by you
With a lease that too soon ran out
Before one was up and about
The help sought after, 'Om Shanti'
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Whose was the idea of a truce
The false promise that would seduce
Without omission all but you
Nowhere was it an entity
Wherever searched for purity
To fall back, spent, on Om Shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shivering on cold river sands
Sharing our paltry minds and hands
Basics are wearing thin for you
Suffering to arrive at last
Ashore and safe so very fast
Drowning only in Om Shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
Shanti shanti.....Shanti shanti
29th Jan 2013
S.Jagathsimhan Nair
An imperfect imitation of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah”, submitted for FRANK H’s contest
Entry for pd's second chance poems on 21 feb 13
Songs and lullabies of yours still echo in my ears
Hands that caressed me, the soft touch still lingers
And your cheer ups helped me to move on, dear
Never ever you let me remain sad and in tears
To you I used to turn when I was treated unfair
In your absence but, I felt quite overawed, I swear
Mother! You are still etched in my memories
You are ensconced in heart’s golden reveries
May you also be blessed and rest in peace
Oh dear! We pray and wish you get solace
Times cannot tear a loving silhouette apiece
Happy Mothers’ Day, our love does not cease
Else I would have drowned in depth of seas
Remain you will, my life’s firm centerpiece
SHANTI (My Mother's name; it means peace)
02.04.2015
ONE: Book of Kings /What kind of man can laugh in prison? / the kings answered " a man who is free"/ just then , a trumpet sounded/ a throne and a crown / were passed throughout/ the alleys and the main streets/ where it's shine brightened and glistened throughout / it's journeyed path, never dull never dulled,again/ 40 gold alters, 40 cubits by 40 cubits gold/ were built from this wisdom/ a man who is free/ democracies/ do not fight /each other/only kings who are not kings/ blame others for their failures. TWO: waste lands / the herds of cattle are perplexed/ because they have no pasture/ clouds but no rain/purple bottomed bruised clouds of/ no rain/dark darker blue,than blue can ever be/ the wreckage of the heathen/ who appear as angels/ but are not!/ cannot see themselves/ when they look in the mirror/hold a mirror to their faces, and they will die!/ the civil war soldier says "the saddest part is that we are all Americans"/ and atlas just shrugged once again/ THREE: more kings, more lands/ Lucy in the sky with daffodils/ What happened to these generations?/ yellow and flowering, yellowing and flowering/ yellow, flowering ,suns/ purple bruised clouds/a dark darker blue, than blue can ever be/the last of the days' sun/disappearing, but for one/last sliver/ hanging/still/in the sky/not completely ,letting go/ atlas can/still/ rise/ but now ,not even rain/ not even clouds/ the civil war soldier says/" the quicker we hit bottom,/ the quicker we start turning around"/ Lucy in the sky with daffodils,geraniums,carnations/ what happened to these generations?/ the monks chanting" the quicker we hit bottom/ the quicker we turn around"/ Krishna , Krishna, Shanti, shanti/ watch as anglo eyes become more slant/ and asian eyes become more round/dark skin more golden/ white skin more bronzed/ Krishna, alleluia, amen./ as atlas prepared to step forward/ the streets and sidewalks , lightened with the sun.
There is a particular
Hush among Trees.
A thrum of Silence.
And empty Sound.
Filled with nothing, True.
This unbroken quiet
remains whole while
pierced.
Crack!
Crunches and slithers.
A caw.
A cry.
Undisturbed by these
disturbings.
We think of peace as
a life without conflict.
We think of quiet
as a time without sound.
Peace and quiet.
Neither need be,
the trees remind,
empty of opposite.
Peace is the Response to
Conflict.
Quiet is the Response to
Sound.
The trees remind...
with every rustle,
with every whistle,
with every creak,
with every croak,
The trees remind.
Hushhh....
Shhhhh...
Shanti.
Shalom.
Full of forest sound,
I find my peace.
Let us go to certain half-desserted restaurant
Where cheese is spread on the table like an elkmilksheet
Steaks are burnt, curries are bland, puddings are mulberry mist
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Where women come and go like milkrunners
Wenches in hand the spanners span the Einstein's space
( Here I am dizzy,I am confused, should it be my space?)
They are savvy nuts pulling legs of navvies
They are all dancing quirks and frizzling squidface
I am Nero, I am nerd, I like to fly like a booming bird
But hey see all ******** I am bamboozled in a brown pit
I am cheated, I am a cheat
I am timid, I browbeat
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Kiss her kill her miss her mess her give Sue a treat
I am not fit.
I have heard bunkers singing
Weapons roar, F-16 kinking
Tattered cops and freaks swinging
Cows are mooing churchbells ringing.
Children laughing, couples blinking
Midsummer snow snowstars twinkling.
Churchbells ringing........................
Shanti Shanti Shanti.
Peace is found within simple, as well the complex~
Peace is found within your inhale, as well your exhale~
Peace is found within the rays of our sun, as well the beams of our moon~
Peace is found within the birds song, as well the crickets churp~
Peace is not for sale, or atop the collectors shelves mired in a hoarding gale~
Peace is found within the Shanti or the om~
Indeed peace is found within Shalom~
Seeking out the feeling of peace, brings to you instead the grief~
Find instant relief, close your eyes~
Breath very deep, that feeling there~
Eureka! You found the peace~
Pondering meaning
Life, universe, everything
Heavy feeling
Amidst millions
Loneliness epidemic
Restore connections
Could I fly away?
My wingspan insufficient
Feathers of my mind
Angel brings me back
From those claws of death
Moonlight shows the key
Floating peacefully
Leaving stress and strain behind
Catching calmness
Forest adventures
Lost as night falls - Losing fear
Moonlit mystery
Swinging thoughtfully
Breathing deeply; thinking likewise
Looking for uplift
Taking time away
Shining a light on life's paths
Guided every step
Caught in a rain storm
Could extinguish hope and joy
Umbrella protects
Noticing small joys
Umbrella from life's rain storms
Hope in each moment
Achieving shanti
Peaceful, calm, serenity
Balloons aplenty
Thinking deeply
Underneath my shady tree
Resting gratefully
Singing joyfully
Not a care in the world
A lesson for me
Beyond those trees
World of opportunities
Just waiting for me
First time exploring
Anxiety inducing
Nature is soothing
Waves gently lapping
Warm breezes cooling heat haze
Perfect peacefulness
Out of comfort zone
What an opportunity
Feelings of freedom
Lifting head and heart
Anxiety, fear, stress
Left them far below
Spiky on my own
Anxiety metaphor
I'm flowering now
Appear aloof
They rely on each other
A giraffe lesson
Reality hits
Home alone; but wait, a cat
Wonder who's he is
Slowly slowly
Works for cat's anxiety
Now he's trusting me
Peaceful company
Overcame anxiety
Swinging happily
Home alone no more
Life improved with company
World much less scary
Feeling brave today
Sat next to a stranger
Even had a chat
We both live alone
Might meet same time next week
Helping each other
Suggested a walk
Forest exploration
Walking and talking
Friends together
Holiday happiness
No longer alone
Sharing memories
The good and the bad times
True recovery
Bridge revisited
Facing bad memories
Hope recovered
THERE IS NO OTHER WAY
The wings spread wide apart
I fly aimless in the turbulent air
Over the faded shadow you don’t define.
I fly in the embrace of gathering storm clouds
The silver lines disappear in the grey trail
Where I see the birth of rain drops
In the shattered sky that falls
Like tears in the dark night.
My tired wings become heavy
Can’t flutter any more
I drift like destemmed dry leaf
In the gale of the surging storm
Get sucked in the centre of its eye
Makes my eyes visionless opaque
Can't see though time and space
I spin in the storm vortex
Get lost in the depth of depression
Dreams break, hopes splinter
The shards of wrecked mind are blown away
In agony I close my wings
The gust takes me to the horizon of no return.
That is when after the storm-torn night
The dawn breaks in colored splendor
I see the sun rise with my God
The shine enters my soul with bliss
I find my wings unfold
And in the freedom of inner sky I fly again
Now toward the singularity sun
Transmitting the warmth of eternal peace
I fly within to lie on the arms of God
For there is no other way
For this is the only way
To fly in life.
(Om Shanti, Om Shanti)
Written : February 4, 2018
Contest : Brian's Choice 9, Any Form, Any Theme
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Man and wife
Once upon a time
Wife was taking her bath and by her body clay she made a kid
After wards it alive by the source of her body energy
Then she shy and quickly address him go out I will come
He did that.....
The man name is Sristrikarta vaibhav Vilas
He asked where is sarswati who you are..... And what is your name.....
Kid reply no name
Then he said when you don't have any name it's mean no astivaa and cut off his head.
Wife feel the pain of death of her kid she got angry and in that she was making parlay
Of entire universe..
Man told shanti shanti but she takes durga Kalli roopa
Man told everything and said
We put the name rahu katu
She is not santh then man said OK cut my head and create one more she agreed
That time I was get my name ganpati and comes for eleven days in a year.
Story finished
What the story lesson was condolences for our family and world
thank you
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
moonlight
shines through our eyes
makes us light
as the dawn rises;
shades of all colors
running through us
into the sacred rainbow
where we live and die
transformed beyond suns
into music and light
holy breath and nectar
beyond words
and the peace
that surpasses
understanding,
shanti
Om nama Shiva....
.
Traj Tasha suno Pryana !!
(vinay argha suno parthana)
Punya jag chali dev bhumi!!
(punya mai apney kuch chaal bhav du dev bhumi)
Eay cherha parsar mangal bhav!!
(asuro ka bhi bhav vayakat ho)
Tavh Tavh Tavh!!
(Sukh shanti samridhi)
Yav shastra parthana
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri