Stone Idol Worship
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She gives me heavy stones to carry,
and from the other cliff,
she calls for me to hurry across
a swaying old rope bridge.
"I've shrines to build and pujas to sing
to my dearest Hindu dieties,
flowers, and hotras, pleasing spices to offer
before the daylight ends."
And as she calls the wind blows hard
through the darkening chasm yawn.
Braids of the bridge squeak from the strain.
I shudder, and chillingly creep along.
Categories:
pujas, fear,
Form: Free verse
When prayers turn to pleas couched in a veil,
And pujas, covert pleas for His pardon,
When Bandagis beg— a bargain for a bail,
Worships aim for a vaunted place in sun;
When sacrifices seek choicest of fruits,
Charities search for a place in heaven,
Gifts get given to gain matching return,
Pilgrimage a pass-time, no search for roots.
Bless me Lord still, let my hopes breathe alive,
I pray thee that in peaceful sleep I rest—
Assured in luxury-laden a nest,
I pray that honey sweeten my beehive,
And as ye keep well-supplied my huge store,
I swear to love thee, if so, all the more.
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This sonnet is sung rather tongue-in-cheek and is a light satire on prayers that be veiled pleas for wanting something or the other and are not rendered as thanks-giving to God, as all prayers should be.
Sonnets | 17.11.08 |
Categories:
pujas, prayer,
Form: Sonnet
yet the people rebelled against me
in the wilderness locusts and wild honey
he poured out his wrath on them
yet i did what would keep it
from profaned in the eyes
of the fighting nations
do not follow the idols of your ancestors
the sacred river flowing dirt
remnants of burnt carcass
yellow flowers merging with clotted blood
naked sanyasis dancing in the charnel ground
post mortem rituals ego transcending
tantric liturgy molding the mind and desposition
prayer beads, flower pujas ,yajna ,mortification
of the rotten flesh, summer solstice
esoteric dharmic traditions
archetypal liminality surface
chthonic dieties dragging
will you defile yourself
what are the roots that clutch
what branches grow out of serpents
Categories:
pujas, allusion,
Form: I do not know?
Ode to ARPIT
The Chelsea's cheer,
Still I use to hear;
The Germany's counterattack gear,
Brought Spain into dilemma of fear;
Your vigilance never missed an opportunity;
Nature inherited from your fraternity;
The Sun's Day,The 1st June,
Never gonna skip from my memory's room;
Fighting a lost battle isn't a child's play,
Route to Heaven which paved the way;
The Dumb Charade's duo never been invincible,
Without you,road to success is invisible;
The Durga pujas which has witnessed your jokes,
Brought smile to everyone of us more and more;
The Sun's day,The 1st June,
Never gonna skip from my memory's room;
The high five you made in your pain bed,
Made me think how come you got that much courage;
The hug you gave with your tears when I used to leave,
Numbed my heart from which I used to breathe;
Every moment with you,I would cherish bit by bit,
I never lost you,I gained you Arpit;
The Sun's day,The 1st June,
Never gonna skip from my memory's room.
Categories:
pujas, cancer,
Form: Ode