Best Worshipped Poems

The 
        old house
   from my memories 
 opens to a wide porch
adorned by mom with her 
loving touch.Herbs,flowers 
swayed to caressing breeze
 Lilies in pink, roses in blue
  and bougainvilleas that
   blushed...

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You had me oblivious to your antics, 
as you hushed me tenderly by the creek 
into your hide and seekable 
soul-surrendering secret relief. 
There, you cottled me into softness 
with a simple chin caress, 
which continued to smooth 
the entire twisting course 
of my delicate...

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You, Mariana—deepest trench of my knowing  
   I call you by name not to possess it
but because it is the only prayer  
   I have ever known how to say  

You are the sea—each wave not an argument...

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India (Original Poem)

I hear much joy in the music,
View elation in the dance
Feel happiness in the laughter,
Soulful spirit in poetic romance.

I feel love in the language
Swelling in my heart.
Reverence for God and Goddess
In beloved families far apart.

I love the customs and the people
As they celebrate...

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No mere river, thou art nation’s heartbeat,
That you came from heaven may be a myth,
Not that for common good ye fell beneath,
For centuries ye lift people’s spirit.

Let me call thee India’s stand-in sub soul,
O Brahma-vari, heaven’s holy waters,
Thou worshipped art in thy all as a...

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POTD 23 Mar 2024 

THE PATH WELL TRAVELLED.

Two paths diverged, and I was thrown by doubts I had never known
To my left, thickly overgrown, was a path to dismal dimness prone.

To my right, a lovely sight-fragrant flora flamed in light
Forms so graceful, beauty rare, a...

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Something strange

and unexplainable comes this way,
this way, it comes to us sly and fast, 
some say, perhaps, 
it has already arrived, 
it walks unseen, in the midst of all, of us 

we go about our daily business, 
as if all our tomorrows are far away...

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Reverence heard, a compassionate sound of solemn word,
Resounds mercy of utmost goodwill, aura-divine spurred,
Performing deeds of beneficence, defying malevolence; 
An epistle of angels on earth conferring gift of benevolence.

Such holy angels dwelling among us, are gems quite rare,
Purity of their actions proclaim~ how genuinely they...

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Ramayana, a Hindu epic, 
written by saint Valmiki, in Sanskrit
one of the two largest ancient epics,
the first ever poem ever created
many many centuries ago.
It  depicts story of Lord Rama 
as a kind, fair, brave, soft spoken, 
handsome prince, who had
the kind benevolence of gods.
Himself...

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Cause you see no one gets how hard it is to fix back into shape when you’re broken,
Shattered,
I think it’s just mathematically, scientifically impossible to get the pieces back perfect,
Because in the process some pieces may have been lost,
Lost and cannot be found,
Cause I found...

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Growing older is a garden of graces . . .
disgraces, wild goose chases, closed in places.
It is an imperceptible tottering of time on a
conveyer belt, where at the end time drops
into the slipstream and becomes the mobius .

Growing older is wanting to be older when
you...

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Where do I start? Ha! I've lost my cool.
Do beg my pardon - I'm a blubbering fool.  
I'm here on behalf of the Soul Deep Express -
To interview you in the hope you'll confess.  

Oh dear - well, at least I'm not being...

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I wake each morning with the ghost of yesterday,
Its cold breath on my neck,
Its weight on my chest.
The dawn feels like a mockery,
Another day to relive what I couldn’t forget.

I love you—
Not the way poets write about love,
But in the way a drowning man loves...

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This was when the whole world measured time
This is when the light would turn around
This is where the past would come undone
and the spinning earth will mark a new beginning

Let's go back in time, to when it all began
To the breaking of new dawns
Where moments...

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My grandmother used to bake pies 
in the kitchen where I lived as a boy. 
She would spend all day mixing 
                       ...

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