Bio,
mature, sincere, loving, and respectful,
Son of Brijnandan Prasad and Muni Devi,
Lover of natural beauty, beautiful wife, beautiful children and grandchildren,
Have deep loneliness for heavenly departed wife, find solace in the beauty of nature, passion for helping less fortunate people,
Apparently, no one fears me, May be burglars who don’t dare to victimize me, May be scammers who try to cheat me every day.
Love to travel and see European Countries & African Safary in native countries, Art and painting shows, My relatives in India,
Castro Valley, California,
Narain
Seeing my daughters, son, their spouses give me the sweetest beat,
Grandchildren bring joy and cheer to my aging heart, so neat,
Nothing more precious than those who are my own in this life,
Good friends overshadow earthly possessions, easing strife.
Categories:
prasad, life,
Form: Bio
What I called
Now my sandles get's hole
A smile like a crow
People think foolish when I
Speak with Devi Durga Prasad is
Butter I am nonsense
Because of My identity card
My feet rub clean with butter as I have a hole in my sandles
I can't be able to walk
Because if I do I sit a sat come
Pary her to My faith and true emotional behaviour on me because I boon and blessings by her butterfly love of each.......count less lessons what we enjoyed
With Love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
prasad, bereavement, books, confidence,
Form: Dramatic Monologue
I've climbed the monkey-sided mountains
overlooking Rishikesh;
a spill of Rishis in the granite bowl below,
each with callous, with incense, with their
various beggaries...each sweet-tongued with
prasad.
I've bent to kiss a broken man;
my lips on his toes, his laugh in my ear.
Antarayaami statuary all around.
Japa mala japa mala japa mala;
Namostute.
I've tucked my frame under
a stories-filled and stories high
Hanuman; folded myself into
a Room of Song. Chalisa after
Chalisa for hundreds of years.
The pilgrims and flowers, the
ghee candles and Sri Ram Sri Ram
Jai Jai
Rams.
I've sought myself. I've sought the selfless.
I've made friends with both.
I've come home dusty only to
be Lost.
I've come home refreshed only to
be Lost.
The Names, the mantras.
The Bhajan, the Ganges.
None had Answers for me.
Each had answers for me.
None had Questions for me.
Each had nothing for me.
And so I bow.
I thank.
Each.
Every.
One.
I thank One.
Categories:
prasad, spiritual, voyage,
Form: Free verse
Indian culture
We start with namaste always
We give respect to everyone
We run behind our Elder's in
a family may be they are arrogant
for there values
We run to create a new trend of
Democratic mark
World is moving towards to catch
the new flavour in country with their
Growth
Inventors inventing from last decades
Designers are working with new stage
Of projects
Actors playing new stories & tails of future
Of world
But why Indian culture is only eating
Old Prasad with the think of new
Indian has to be proud always because
They are unique with old emotional
taste
The End always with self value
And satisfaction
With love all
Jagdish bajantri
Categories:
prasad, appreciation, character, deep, hindi,
Form: Bio
HOLY PUDDING
Creamy pale flour toasting slowly in clear butter
Rhythmic strokes glaze it glistening ochre brown
Suffusing sanctum with spiritual fervour
Wafts of rich aroma languidly mount
Bursting sweetness from gold tinged grains
Blessed offering satiates pious souls
Amidst dulcet chants of sonorous refrain
Resonating a trail of endless echoes
Earlier submitted
Oct20 2016
Contest
8 Lines max new or old
Resubmitting for Contest 264 max 8 lines
Date Jan 17 2017
Footnote
The KARAH PRASAD or the sacred pudding of Sikhism is a blend of wheat, sugar and butter prepared with supreme devotion in the backdrop of recitations of hymns from the scriptures and offered to all present.This Prasad is considered a symbol of the Guru's grace and blessings.
Categories:
prasad, community, imagery, may, spiritual,
Form: Verse
O ' My Master, Bat my hat with your pat
My hat is my ego, my arrogance
Which I rare take off when enter near Thee
You being master pat it so not be inflated.
Life after life has accumulated and stored
None but your enemy-the Ego which poses
Hindrance to reach to you and get assimilated
My master, groaning my heart for your Love
Come like a Dove in my lap
Hatch my eggs of honesty and humility
So I may fly high to scale the inaccessible
Day and night i am burdened with the pain of
False attachment this world gives us false hopes of belongingness
But what happens with the turn of events
All our well wishers who stood with us once
Now have shown the exit door ajar
What does it happen God made the relationship to caress you
but we have got entangled in that web
Which was never true never had any substance
but we poor fellow got enmeshed in to it
Now my saviour come and help me overcome my sorrow genes
To atone my sins and be with you
Since you are infinite and me finite
Let us enjoy and get unite
Govind Prasad Goyal
Assistant Professor
IMS Law College, Noida (UTTAR PRADESH) India 201303
Categories:
prasad, dream, forgiveness, mystery, visionary,
Form: Free verse
Life is nothing but a vanity box
All rumours and and a call hoax
to make a noise all around
Vigilant are all and nothing found
Asked a stranger, why then thou art here?
My best is gone and left no treasure
Thoughts are wrinkled hearing so
me also thoughts the days are numbered
Then struck a thought its not so
my poor vision could not have any seed to sow
How could you have then any leave and branch to guard
Thee from the scorching heat and soil parched?
The panacea to make life be fruitful
have its juice to its full kernel
sow the seed of good deeds
then find your precious is mead.
Govind Prasad Goyal
Faculty Incharge
IMS Law College, Noida
Categories:
prasad, allegory, august, betrayal, bible,
Form: Free verse
Spring field
Fun filled
Green teen
Play clean
Forties
Sorties
Sink Pink
Drink, wink
Spread Red
Hot bed
Love Fete
Soul-mate
01.03.16
Holika, commonly called Holi is a spring festival celebrated in India and neighbouring countries, at the approach of the spring season, during the 3 or 4 days preceding the full moon day in the month of Phagan. Holi is celebrated by throwing colors and colored powder in the air. Colorful Rangoli pattems are painted at doorways to houses. Families assemble around a fire throwing prasad and coconut in the fire.The Holi festival marks the end of winter and the beginning of spring.
Essentially, Holi means the triumph of good over evil and conquest of sensual values by spiritual values.
Rang = Colour
Categories:
prasad, celebration, color, love, spring,
Form: Footle
Why Not Me??
Success is a dream,
Which all dare to see
Some become successful in a short period
Then why not me?
Many get their desired wish
many achieve their targets
Some give away from their dreams
Some are forced to forget..
Those who achieve the dreams
are called the successful guys
but when we walk on the way to success
there are hundreds of but's and why's
Way to the success
is always very challenging
Plenty of expectations from us
and people around us are always demanding
Dreams are fulfilled
of all the people around me
They are happy and cheerful
Surprised and looking at me
Everybody is moving ahead and progressing
on the way that they see
The only question I ask myself is
Then why not me?
Thanks and regards,
Prasad Korade
Categories:
prasad,
Form: Free verse
Pain of loosing you...........
Black Clouds gather in the sky
Weeping along with me
Because they know the fact that
Loosing you is painful for me
Only the sweet memories of the past
Have remained behind
It is only your sweet face
which does not vanish from my mind
the moments we had spent together
have become a memory for the life time
I am still waiting for you to return
so that we can be together again for a while
Come back Oh! dear
is what my heart repeats again and again
as for me its truly impossible
to bear the killing pain
The sadness has become my friend
and loneleness is now always with me
because they know the fact that
loosing you is painful for me
Thanks and regards,
Prasad Korade
Categories:
prasad, lost love,
Form: Free verse
There is always a next time...
Sometimes we lose a change
Sometimes we miss an opportunity
Sometimes we fail to achieve the target
Sometimes we lack in honesty
We try our best to reach the target
we make efforts to complete our aim honestly
Yet we have to give up for some reason and
We look at the lost chance very seriously
We decide in emotion
Not to try again in the life time
But we forget the fact that..
There is always a next time.
One lost chance
should not affect the future
Prepare yourself for the next time
Which will prove to be much more better
Try to overcome the weakness
and do the hard work honestly
put in that extra effort,
so you don't require any sympathy
We forget that whatever happens
it happens for good and happens fine
Give another try for the efforts
because there is always a next time.
Thanks and regards,
Prasad Korade
Categories:
prasad, paris,
Form: Free verse