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Eid Ul Azha

Eid ul Azha 

Eid ul Azha takes place on the 10th of Zil Hajj.
Eid-ul-Adha marks the end of Hajj, the sacred pilgrimage to the Holy city of Mecca. 
The Hajj to Mecca is a once-in-a-lifetime obligation upon male and female adults whose health and means permit it.
Abraham was instructed by Allah, in a dream, to raise the foundations of  Holy  Kaaba,the most sacred shrine in Mecca.
 God revealed in a dream to Abraham to sacrifice his son Isma’il.
Abrahim and Isma’il set off to Mina for the sacrifice.
 As they went, the devil attempted to lead Abraham astray by disobeying God and not to sacrifice his beloved son.
 But Abraham remained unfaltered in his decision and true to God, and drove the devil away.
 As Abraham prepared to kill his son, God stopped him and gave him a sheep to sacrifice instead.
So it is  Popularly known as the Festival of Sacrifice
 This Muslim holiday Eid-ul-Azha commemorates Prophet Abraham’s unselfish act of sacrificing(Qurbani) his own son to the One God, Allah. 
The festival reminds everyone of the mercy and benefits bestowed upon mankind by Allah.

On Eid ul Azha  many muslims come together with love and without a grudge.
Families sacrifice an animal and feed the poor and needy people .
And exchange greetings with the neighbours next door,family and friends also.
People who are away from the Holy pilgrimage, Hajj, also carry out this traditional sacrifice. 
We go to the Mosques in our best clothes.
But first we sure we are clean from our head to our toes.
On People visit each other's homes and partake in festive meals with special dishes, beverages, and desserts. 
Children receive gifts and sweets on this happy occasion.

 This day I am ever so grateful  being blessed Creature of God Almighty.
So we can truly conclude 
Eid is always a blessed day 
Filled with joy and blessing I must say.
By Aliza Kashmala Kiran
Form: Epic


Translation

Some people
    Quest for the daily food,
    prattle on about the trivial stories,
    Languish in agony and loose spirits,
    Execute deeds that hurt others,
    Grow senile with grey hairs(without goals)
    become prey to cruel death
Did you think I too would fall like these risible people?


This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's poem"Did you think I would fall".The original poem was written by Bharathiyar,one of the greatest Indian poets.It was written in Tamil.It is immensely tough to translate someone like him.I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice.
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, Kuuch, and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil.

Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.

Translation - a Piece of Land

I crave a piece of land,
Oh! Parasakthi!
I crave a piece of land...

Amidst the piece of land,
build me a palace grand
with sundecks and picturesque pillars;
everything in pristine colors.
And near the well,
the long pinnate leaves 
and the tender coconut dwell.

Around ten to twelve coconut trees should be near;
the moonlight should glow like the pearl luster;
songs of the Asian koels, I should hear,
and when my soul relishes, should embrace, breeze cluster.

To blend the songs,
I need my virtuous wife beside,
and our rejoicement jolly along,
the poetic verses pride.

In the midst of this land,
Oh my dear divine mother,be a guard.
With my poetic adroitness,
I should take care of this world.

* Parasakthi- Almighty / Goddess

This is the translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar's tamil poem,' kaani nilam' - 'A piece of land'
I am an ardent fan of Bharathiyar. He died so young(39) .He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, French and English and frequently translated works from other languages into Tamil. It is immensely tough to translate someone like him. I hope I did atleast a little bit of justice

Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–12 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.

Wordsmith's Veneration

Wordsmith's Veneration...

Aye willy nilly understate (trying 2)
tantalize, hypnotize, galvanize...
with "FAKE" trumpeting
spellbinding, rambling, quivering...
intoxicating, hallucinating, gyrating,
stop to take a breather...

English Language vocabulary, a
fascination, intoxication, provocation...
upon me ocular, neurological, mental...
faculties of this nattering nabob
from outer limits of twilight zone
i.e. literary krazy Jewish jabberwocky

issuing haphazard global toll till 
fallout exacting deserved damn
cratering nascent (inchoate) career
digitally/electronically bi:
ne'er re: carpet bombing

away upon modus operandi, sans
sesquipedalian shrapnel strafes wrought
realization literary scaffolding
complex edifice thought
out in mind of yours truly,
not popularly sought

opportunity to experience
rush of excitement,
asper choice winner equals naught
inexorable effort to cobble innovative
linkedin words disappointment fraught
submissions witness polite declinations

attesting, lamenting, regarding poetic
expansive glommed language, unlikely
success tubby brought
adulation, commendation, enunciation...
fades into afterthought.

Ablest adept adroit aficionado
applauded aspiring authors accorded
absolute badge because
brevity brews brilliant burnished
bravado bubbling budding bulwark
captivatingly collates, communicates,
constitutes conveys avast literary

Grand Canyon chiseled, sans scribe's
Colorado devoid, asper driven desperado
contrariwise, through prevalent
persistent pinterest proclivity,
plus plethora pronounced propensity

resoundingly regaling readers
re: raffish ridiculous rumination
renders endeavor incommunicado
diligent doggedness ironically -
dampens dueling dynamic dud

dutifully dramatically diminishing
divine dream deemed darling
distinguished doodling I sip
prose poe hit tick drafter
equally or exceeding
prospects envisioning El Dorado,

thus this Neanderthal sites his lumbering
lugubrious trademark, an
immediate attribute sensing
missive heading directly
to Davy Jones locker
dead reckoning deep virtual
waters of cyber sea!

Bharathi's Modern Woman

Holding her head high 
with a resolute look;
possessing dauntless courage and wisdom,
She never feels subservient.

The emerging modern woman
fabricates her own traits,
by obliterating the customs
of engulfing in murk named ignorance;
and suppresses the routine
of living a melancholic life.

******


This is the translation of a verse from Mahakavi Bharathiyar's poem "MODERN WOMAN". He envisaged Modern Woman as a leader, law maker, savior and an independent person. Women were treated as domestic slaves in ancient India and his writings kindled women empowerment and gender equality. Remembering him on his death anniversary(Sep -11)

The original poem was written by Bharathiyar, one of the greatest Indian poets.It was written in Tamil. I am an ardent fan of him. He died so young(39).

He was fluent in many languages including Bengali, Hindi, Sanskrit, Kuuch, French and English.

Wikipedia:
Subramania Bharati (11 December 1882–11 September 1921) was an Indian writer, poet and journalist, and Indian independence activist and social reformer from Tamil Nadu. Popularly known as "Mahakavi Bharati", he was a pioneer of modern Tamil poetry and is considered one of the greatest Tamil literary figures of all time. His numerous works were fiery songs kindling patriotism and nationalism during the Indian Independence movement.


Premium Member Samson and The Liar: Parody

Yond the Book of Judges, uncover the smudges,
Samson and or Shimshon, a Nazarite vowed, son,
Delilah deceptor, Philistia's daughter,
The lipstick was preying, weight lift also praying,
The black widow spider, spun her web of desire,
Weakness met the Stronger, Judge o'er his souls--weaker,
At night, just half on fire, the other half conspire,
The turning half plotted, the burning unspotted,
Samson's made of muscles, Spider stings turned mussels,
Spider's stinger retracts, eight-legged scissors hair hacks,
Samson was made a fool, Philistines grad high school,
Graduates assemble, alma martyrs temple,
Philistines filled--pagan, Samson don't see Dagon,
Flunkies built the Temple, protest those assembled,
Chants "Tie him 'tween pillars," "psst--same dream's dreamer!"

 ... and the rest is biblical history (theoretically/archeology, unchallenged? HM? Methinks misconception partial with Kansas ...) *Philistia was originally via Egyptian hieroglyphics as Sea People mid 1300 BC. After losing the war with Pharoah Ramses III, was banished to southern Canaan. Oddly, archeologists do not support this resettlement claim via the hieroglyphics. Then known as Pelesets popularly became Philistines The Philistines were brought into notoriety via the Bible during the days of Abraham and Isaac as King Abimelech was then ruler of Philistia. And of note, Sarah and Rebekah, as well. Seranim's or Lords ruled Philistia. They fell under the swords and arrows of the Babylonian Empire ruled by King Nebuchadnezzar II. And of further note, Arabically, Philistine is a derivative word for modern-day Palestine.

Rip King of Bollywood Disco

And the legend!
Oh! to write this very difficult sorrowful!
One after another is passing away!
Mourning for the great Lata Ji is not completed still
And we’ve lost another great unrivaled melodic star
All brightness is now in the fist of the undertaker   

All that glitters is pure gold!- No? Yes, pure gold
Just for the legend- Pure gold; disclose the untold

Starry nights are faded to his glittering voice
Enthrallment all his singing style and choice
Iconic figure he is with synthesized disco music
King of Bollywood disco is his title to be unique 


We are born so, we have to die; it’s a final mood
Everyone has to leave with the eternal truth

To your way out path two hands of my prayers form 
May you live forever by your own nature in the kingdom

Blooming moon on head 
Pinky sky sprinkles the stars 
Celebrating love 

On the waist of night 
Eyes enlist earthly blue dreams 
Roses offer life 

© Mahtab Bangalee 
16 February,2022 
Chattogram


////
Alokesh Lahiri, popularly known as Bappi Lahiri (November 27, 1952, Jalpaiguri, India-February 15, 2022, Criti Care Hospital, Navi Mumbai, India), was an Indian singer, composer, politician and record producer. He popularised the use of synthesized disco music in Indian cinema and sang some of his own compositions

Death Is Wedding Night

(Dedicated this writing to the merciful birthday of the greatest love of the earth Mevlânâ  Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi. 30th September is the auspicious birthday of this ever greatest spiritual icon.)

My Death is My Wedding Night- RUMI


In the unstructured body of the rosy sky
the love river is flowing to assuage the frantic heart

the stars of the west show the dance of Sufi
where the souls of east are rejuvenated 

You died before the earthly birth in the flute of love
where beloved gets rebirth to be enraptured 

No stain on this ground soil, no sin the elopement is 
where the thorns are rotten, the love is God

Who knew the ancient mystery of the love
where your all bookish knowledge were invalid

When the semen of your intoxicated devout wisdom
The master of soul offered you to birth lac of lovers

From that time still- the death of love is the wedding night
and the wedding night is the birth of eternal loving reunion 


-01.10.2020 Chattogram


***
Note: - 

Mevlânâ  Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Rumi, (September 30, 1207, Balkh, Afghanistan - December 17, 1273, Konya, Turkey ) also known as Jalal ad-Din Muhammad Balkhi and more popularly simply as Rumi, was a 13th-century Persian poet, faqih, Islamic scholar, theologian, and Sufi mystic originally from Greater Khorasan in Greater Iran. The Masnavi, or Masnavi-ye-Ma'navi, also written Mathnawi, or Mathnavi, is an extensive poem written in Persian by him

Forewarned

exodus'  plague  had forewarned
dire straits if the first was scorned
 
and first was the crimson tide  
nine more as pharoah defied
 
some millennia since passed  
we come to know how it's caused
 
on bondi's beach there was red  
algae teemed. massively spread  

sea sparkle speaks Moses' tongue  
mend ways or by plagues be stung

~25 Jul 2016~

Australia's Bondi Beach saw the Sea turning red on 27 Nov 2012. Popularly referred to as Crimson Tide it is also called Sea Sparkle or Nocturnal Scintillans, this phenomenon is observed from time to time in various parts of the world and is attributed to a sudden rise in the red algae population due to rising temperatures in sea water and other favourable conditions.

Form: Jueju with 7 syllables per line checked via www.howmanysyllables.com
Form: Jueju

Premium Member Facial Beauty With Stretch Marks

He joins the league of the oldest continuous civilization
and keeps three out of every five of the globe’s underground crude.
Typified by a way of life resting on three luxurious pillows
and the system of most of its homes void of tables and chairs.

But a little cruel, he is to his helpless womb bearers
as is he alongside three other friends a leading trader of trafficking sex
with a sharp increase in the number of children
becoming part of its service providers in recent times
confirming his reputation as one of the worst hands for a girl to be born.

His exotic pride lies on the rare breed of the Persian Cat
popularly known to promote and boost the gender-change operation,
as he is also crowned “the nose-job capital of the world”.
In cavier, pistachios and saffron, he is a competing global producer;
having the only condom merchandise factory in the entire middle east.

He converts his plague of over a million foreign refugees
into sustainable development built on cheap labour.
Carpet exportation uniquely sits second in his earnings
and finds a miracle food in his special Persian milk.
“Paradise” was coined from a word of his mouth
and poetry epitomizes the beauty of the cultural heritage;
of his identity which was a one time world power and spreading empire.
Form: Ode

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