Striding through the sparkles in satin sand.
And luminous sparkles twinkling all around.
Casting spell with the sparkles in her eyes
And sparkling sparklers in her hands.
May gaiety deities step in frolicking with sparkling smile.
With sparkling lotus sillage trailing like an elated child.
And thumping foot ferreting behind the dodging ambrosial of sparkling motichoor.
May the sparkling smile sparkle for life.
Categories:
ganesha, firework,
Form: Free verse
He spirits the lake leaving behind a trail of scented incense
undecipherable but memorable with a twenty second rule of bliss
and then he is gone, leaving behind a set of footprints
that contain no backward destination, no forwarding address
He quickly vanishes leaving me to pick up discarded marigolds;
When the ceremony is over he stays behind to collect the angels
that are strewn across the wind by force of sanctioned nature !
The he returns to where all gods belong, behind the sun.
Categories:
ganesha, analogy,
Form: Free verse
OM on face insists prayer
Big ear to listen more
Little mouth to talk less
Long trunk to uplift us
Ankus on the hand shows self control
One tusk implies to sacrifice for the goal
Basically Lord Ganesha is an anti racist
His companion mouse is the example of it.
HaPpY ViNaYaGa SaThUrThI
Categories:
ganesha, god,
Form: Rhyme
"Oh dear theist",
Thus spoke the lord from the distant skies.
It never matters me,
the size of my idol you worship.
I fail to see,
those lumps of colours with which you drain me.
The forms of my idols that fancy you,
Do not fancy me.
A poor man's ball of rice,
and the rich man's delicious sweet make no difference.
Neither I see your wealth and power,
nor those enormous idols you keep.
I pity mankind,
for making me tall and tall over records.
I laugh seeing my idols to your left and right,
though you know, everywhere its me.
People prefer POP,
when mud and clay makes me even happy.
More I see, Your dedication in my decoration,
than your expected devotion.
My immersion,
you organise is a grand way, throttling traffic.
The decorative' s from my idol,
perish the fish and the tadpole.
A logic as simple as the buzz of the honey bee,
is all that the mankind lacks.
Purity in your heart,
and truth in your devotion is all what I see.
Service to the one in need,
gives me more pleasure than the tallest of the idols. #PSM
Categories:
ganesha, anger, dedication, devotion, god,
Form: Free verse