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Ashta-nayika -7, Proshhita-bhartruka, Waiting in vain for her beloved

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Separated from her spouse who’s sojourning, 
the heroine awaits with deep longing.
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The warmth of a day nigh sunny
Nor silver of moon passing by
Gives me hope nor solace any more,
Freeze of darkness spreads to my deep core,
Separated, I feel utterly incomplete,
O cut your long sojourn short, beat a retreat 
And come soon to end my loneliness,
O come to end my day-long stress.
Let morrow’s sun dawn with the news 
That would end my life’s blues,
Let me await no more, come as warm breeze,
O come to rhyme my life’s verses. 
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Natya Shastra |07.02.2025| Rhyme, 
Note: This is seventh of Ashta-Nayikas, eight heroine types, as classified in a Sanskrit treatise on performing arts in Bharata’s Natya-Shastra. The state (avastha) of the eight romantic heroines widely themed in Indian paintings, literature, sculpture, classical dance forms and music. Proa-bhatruka is the seventh of the eight such heroines depicted here in poetic form.

In Vain,They Gave Rain

Let me tell you a tale 
of a small boy,
who wanted a gale 
and some flashy rain.

A small child, naughty he was,
Never wanted school,so
he sent the Gods and SOS
about some stormy rain.

The Gods red and red again,
They were always kindly
and didn't want to make him in vain,
So they sent some thunderous clouds 

The boy was so in glee,
his mother didn't know why 
She asked him why he didn't flee,
To the place where was rain

The little brat, happily,
Told her the message,
The mother was awed faintly,
By her son's love for Rain

Sailboat

                                                    Sailboat

                                                       sailor
                                            hurled by wild winds 
                                               on the deep sea
                                            in awe calls for relief
                                        from men and the heaven,
                                                 but in vain.

Running in Vain

Misty paths darkened the way, 
Better days, it seems are too far away. 
Want to escape, want to run away. 
But the ticking clock doesn't sway. 
The mist doesn't fade away. 

Running and running until my feet hurt
But can they see? My pain remains hiding in the dust
At one point after the pain, a question arises. Is running away a must? 
Aren't there more lanes without the misty gust? 
Want to go there but the people block the way. The very people whom I trust. 

No way back. 
My feet hurts, my mind is filled with cracks.

KNOWING THE WAIT IS NOT IN VAIN

One thing I know;
For your love,
I do not stand here in vain
At your heart’s door:-
Rather, aware that the maker
Of that door has never failed me yet,
I stand here in faith’s divine hope—
Knowing that door will soon open inward,
Warmly and lovingly inviting me in:-

For No One

They do not seek to find a peace
They want to fight forever
Until the end of time will ease
Their hunger for whatever
They do consider just and right
For they can’t stand each other
Regardless of the wretched plight
Don’t dare to be my brother
They say, before they die in vain
That Cain and Abel story
Recovered over and again
No one will say a sorry
I am that no one, hope you take
My side in what I’ve said
But you will tell me I’m a fake
My narratives are bad
Yours are much better, you believe
In something you can’t get
So let the robots share your grief
Peace isn’t here yet.

LETTING LIFE NOT BE LIVED IN VAIN

  LETTING LIFE BE NOT LIVED IN VAIN

Know that the righteous life you’ve been living,
Has not and could have never been lived in vain:
You’ve trekked shadowed valleys of ole death;
You’ve mastered many bridges of troubled waters;
You’ve conquered so many Sisyphus-like rocks;
And God has and never ever allowed you to fail:-

Thus, in the deemed storms ahead, fear no evils;
Just shift faith’s undying spirit of hope into high gear;
Turn on those ever splashing wipers—wiping out doubt. 
And with divine wisdom and guidance, continue sojourning,
Continue in your humble labors of love you’ve been assigned;
And at journey’s end, be in thanksgiving grace for a vainless life:-

Dry night in vain

I'm in a dream,
Peeing into a stream,
A snake peeped out,
Some on its snout.
A frog close nearby,
Came out to pry,
It got some too,
From me it withdrew.
I found it funny,
The way a bunny,
Growled near a tree,
Far from my pee.
Then I woke up,
 I rushed to cleanup
Another bedwetting today again.
Dry night in vain.

Make sure it was not in vain

Pain
Tears
Hope
And desperation

An emotional piece of rag
That's what I've become

Tears splash down on my books
I smear my neatly written 
physics notes

Down on my table
I put my head slowly

I hear those little voices
"You can do better" they say
"But how do I get 
myself out of this mess?" I ask

The voices don't answer back

Screaming inside
I let out a meek little sigh

Again, 
trying to swim against
the rough sea of agony,
my voice seething in anger,
I call,
"Care to answer back?"

Then oh,
I see my carefree, 
careless self 
look at me in wonder.

She calls out teasingly
"Is this really you? 
My girl's become serious" 

Breaking the restraint, 
my lips twitch
revealing that little smile
dancing on my lips.

You see,
I do love this life of mine;
a bittersweet delight

Dreams, 
little rays of hope,
tear strained pages 
of those
tiresome physics problems
call me
to make sure
all of it
was not in vain

Watch in vain - 2

Hard put as *****Sapiens to prove,
Far off left have we oh, home of love.
Lose virtue, watch in vain Sita’s woes,
Jatayu long dead, scarce can we move. 
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Translation |05.09.2024| history, women, world
Poet’s note: This is second in the three-piece series on the theme. It depicts what happened in the epic Ramayana. When Sita was abducted by Ravana, Jatayu, the vulture king, challenged him and sacrificed his life. This epigram says we have lost Jatayu in us in this dark age.  The original in Gujarati as transliterated (in PS-acceptable way) is as under:

Chalaayu chhej nahi, prem naa gharma javaayu chhej nahi,
Museebat ej chhe, dvaar thi paachhaa valayu chhej nahi,
Dharma ne khoyaa karo, door thi sita-haran joyaa karo,
Biju to thaaye shun, aapani andar Jatayu chhej nahi.   
                                                            - Milind Gadhavee

All in vain

Raising hands, hoarse do I cry, 
No one hears, nor bothers to try, 
Wealth and wants be had by virtue, 
Why not then that’s what ye pursue? 
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Translation |01.09.2024|
Poet’s note:  At the end of the massive hundred thousand verses of Mahabharata, a historical epic in poetic medium, poet Vyasa in utter desperation comes to this verse on dharma. Now, dharma is the central theme of this epic and a lot is said on it. Yet, few seem to follow this virtuous path of dharma. The transliteration of the Sanskrit verse follows:

Urdhva baahu viraumi esha, na cha kashchit shrunoti me |
Dharmaat arthah cha kaamah cha, sah kim artham na sevyate  || 
                                                     - Mahabharata, Bhaarat Saavitri ||

A Tale Told

So I am a tale told
You were not at all impressed
What was new, became old
As you (long ago) guessed 
And my love was in vain 
You did not value me
I can’t ring you again
You won’t hear, you won’t see
Its important to unfriend!
You’re accustomed to this
Words and emails we sent
You have dissed
See me there one day
If you wish, (you may not)
In a sunny array
There I’ll be, just a spot
And the new moon will rise
Like it does, and will do
And perhaps you will smize
If at last there’ll be you.

In vain

My writing is not in vain -I want people to read and enjoy what comes from my mind

In Vain

("Dragon's Eye", 2020, original encaustic)

In Vain

In the end
We’re left with nothing really.
And in that end
What we meet, what we see
Is nothing but the mirror of our mind.

Every once is awhile we get a glimpse of this mirror,
Maybe the only thing that actually is,
And in that moment see 
All we do and gather in life
Is nothing more than a veil to hide our nakedness.

In the end everything we’ve learned
Isn’t ever really us
As much as the person we wish to be
Attempting in vain 
To shield what we actually are.

(1/11/24)

Winter Knocked In Vain

Winter knocked 
but no one answered.
Since Summer went on holiday 
and Spring is still in bed. 
Autumn hears but is sunk so deeply, 
so comfortably
into the pumpkin colored easy chair 
that it cannot be bothered 
to get up and relinquish 
the leaves off the trees 
or the puffs of dandelion seeds 
or the ghost of a warm breeze 
which haunts the days. 
So, Winter knocks in vain.

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