Johre
White Light
penetrates Gaia
she opens Her lava
oozes the Violet Flame
fountains of Sophi-El spring
containing silver fish
we eat them Not
Johre reward >>
Integration =
Sati
masculine feminine
figure of eight moves
awareness defines steps
opposites magnetise eyes
east loves west north adores south
within square is rectangle mouthed
circles sliding across smoothly flow
overlapping voids birth material power
Sati reward >>
Peace =
Shanti
all is One
under Galactic Sun
spiral in seasons graceful tall
points on all timelines timeously fall
dimensional realities to magically merge
human to superhuman, AI to sentient aides
angels to archangels winking in delightful blinks
Shanti reward >>
Power =
Chokoray
next~~~~~~~~~~~~instalment >>>wait
Come on
Come on
At my newly opened store
Om shanti om .
Where I want to sell
Hill of nothings
That occupied almost all
Space of my beautiful mind.
Om shanti om
Tensions and anxieties
Hatred and partialities
All useless thoughts
That disturbs
My peace of mind
I just want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Haunted sweet memories
With some quality times
Loyalties and honesties
That have no buyers
Some jealous and careless friends
At low cost and heavy discounts
are available at my store
Which I want to sell.
Om Shanti Om
Come on
Come on
My dear ladies and gentleman
At my store
Om Shanti Om .(God bless peace and love to whole world).
Om nama Shiva....
.
Traj Tasha suno Pryana !!
(vinay argha suno parthana)
Punya jag chali dev bhumi!!
(punya mai apney kuch chaal bhav du dev bhumi)
Eay cherha parsar mangal bhav!!
(asuro ka bhi bhav vayakat ho)
Tavh Tavh Tavh!!
(Sukh shanti samridhi)
Yav shastra parthana
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Ham dramaybaz sahi tum batao tum kya ho?
Kya tum Auliya ho?
Kya tum malaika ho?
Kya tum pakbazi kay mujasmay ho?
Kya tum sadiq-o-ameen ho?
Kya tum hidayat ki talqeen ho?
Kya tum pholon ki mehak ho?
Kya tum kanton bhara chaman ho?
Kya tum shanti-o-aman ho?
Kya tum thark ki dukan ho?
Kya tum chaskon kay pehalwan ho?
Kya tum nafsaniyat ka tofan ho?
Kya tum bay hodgi ka imkan ho?
Tum munafiq ho ya musalman ho?
Hamain dramaybaz kehnay walo
Tum batao tum kya ho?
Note. Crows calling us black.
Man and wife
Once upon a time
Wife was taking her bath and by her body clay she made a kid
After wards it alive by the source of her body energy
Then she shy and quickly address him go out I will come
He did that.....
The man name is Sristrikarta vaibhav Vilas
He asked where is sarswati who you are..... And what is your name.....
Kid reply no name
Then he said when you don't have any name it's mean no astivaa and cut off his head.
Wife feel the pain of death of her kid she got angry and in that she was making parlay
Of entire universe..
Man told shanti shanti but she takes durga Kalli roopa
Man told everything and said
We put the name rahu katu
She is not santh then man said OK cut my head and create one more she agreed
That time I was get my name ganpati and comes for eleven days in a year.
Story finished
What the story lesson was condolences for our family and world
thank you
With love all
MRI Jagdish Bajantri ETD
War
Four parts of camber
Cuff colar and back and front
Make the panel ready with the door opens by the matching colors of 8 buttons let's gets down to earth to meet her the queen of dessert she ask me or in her anger to surprise me not wish to come I am so hot will burn the hell
Make the canans ready give me the black clouds of my lungi and let's drink the drunk and drugs of Air smoke of her last kiss into my chilam where is my daughter who is she to give her pain open my hair do some sadhana wait till you my hands hold by the night and the kiss of sandhaya my tounge is trusty my eyes is burning to be not able to find my daughter please give me my baby princess last warning or else boon become a sin shanti om
With love all
Jagdish Bajantri
There is a particular
Hush among Trees.
A thrum of Silence.
And empty Sound.
Filled with nothing, True.
This unbroken quiet
remains whole while
pierced.
Crack!
Crunches and slithers.
A caw.
A cry.
Undisturbed by these
disturbings.
We think of peace as
a life without conflict.
We think of quiet
as a time without sound.
Peace and quiet.
Neither need be,
the trees remind,
empty of opposite.
Peace is the Response to
Conflict.
Quiet is the Response to
Sound.
The trees remind...
with every rustle,
with every whistle,
with every creak,
with every croak,
The trees remind.
Hushhh....
Shhhhh...
Shanti.
Shalom.
Full of forest sound,
I find my peace.
There is no other way, Lord Krishna had said
But to detach, search and go to Him instead.
The scriptures say when the humanity suffers
God sends on earth His chosen messengers.
They demolish the evil, remove the darkness
Lighted souls seek divine energy to harness.
Empowered we recognize the purpose of life is to pray
Find the path to realize the self for there is no other way.
At the end of the journey God showers peace in plenty
Pacified tormented soul chants : Om Shanti, Om Shanti.
November 21, 2017.
moonlight
shines through our eyes
makes us light
as the dawn rises;
shades of all colors
running through us
into the sacred rainbow
where we live and die
transformed beyond suns
into music and light
holy breath and nectar
beyond words
and the peace
that surpasses
understanding,
shanti
Are you sleeping?
Refreshing sleep, Master
Are your eyes open?
You know they are, Master
But you are not awake
Am not, I gasp?
You have fasted
Turned back on all desires,
And still you long
Your mind longs for enlightenment
And still you sleep,
Longing in ignorance,
For that which you now are,
Like wanting the idea
of this moonlight
But not the real moonlight.
The real moon I see now
Is not the real moon?
Shanti, shanti, shanti
He chants and touches my brow,
I see in the moment that I am
This moon and the stars,
Galaxies whirling past
I feel the grass growing
Birdsong, mating, oh all
The spheres singing, humming,
The peace that surpasses understanding
Enfolding me, soundless knowing
For just a moment, not that I am,
Just am!
Songs and lullabies of yours still echo in my ears
Hands that caressed me, the soft touch still lingers
And your cheer ups helped me to move on, dear
Never ever you let me remain sad and in tears
To you I used to turn when I was treated unfair
In your absence but, I felt quite overawed, I swear
Mother! You are still etched in my memories
You are ensconced in heart’s golden reveries
May you also be blessed and rest in peace
Oh dear! We pray and wish you get solace
Times cannot tear a loving silhouette apiece
Happy Mothers’ Day, our love does not cease
Else I would have drowned in depth of seas
Remain you will, my life’s firm centerpiece
SHANTI (My Mother's name; it means peace)
02.04.2015
_________________________
MANGALYAAN ( VOYAGE TO MARS)
_______________________
It is alright how we came.
But one cannot deny our presence.
We are in the Mars club.
found our way ahead in a bicycle!
No one helped us to be here.
It is our Vedic skills,
made way for cosmic dreams.
If you like it or not,
we made our entry silently.
We may have used a bullock cart,
a buffalo for our space ship.
Cow dung as fuel.
Does it matter?
It is not to conquer Mars.
Just to be there to do our bit.
Entire universe is a puzzling mystery.
The more we are in,
the more we entangle in the puzzle.
Depth is so deep.
Neither end is seen nor beginning.
But there is hope.
Hope in and for humanity.
Please wear your DESIGNER HATS
We wear our turbans.
Please do cartooning,
But do not mock at us in a cartoon.
It is not for mockery but for good taste.
Let us do something,
useful for humanity.
Not to make a Nuclear winter out of greed.
We chant a hymn.
a mantra that reaches beyond galaxies.
A couplet for our liberation.
Om Shanti, shanti, shanti.
(Peace on Us, Peace on us ,Peace on us)
Let us go to certain half-desserted restaurant
Where cheese is spread on the table like an elkmilksheet
Steaks are burnt, curries are bland, puddings are mulberry mist
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Where women come and go like milkrunners
Wenches in hand the spanners span the Einstein's space
( Here I am dizzy,I am confused, should it be my space?)
They are savvy nuts pulling legs of navvies
They are all dancing quirks and frizzling squidface
I am Nero, I am nerd, I like to fly like a booming bird
But hey see all ******** I am bamboozled in a brown pit
I am cheated, I am a cheat
I am timid, I browbeat
Let us go to certain half-deserted street
Kiss her kill her miss her mess her give Sue a treat
I am not fit.
I have heard bunkers singing
Weapons roar, F-16 kinking
Tattered cops and freaks swinging
Cows are mooing churchbells ringing.
Children laughing, couples blinking
Midsummer snow snowstars twinkling.
Churchbells ringing........................
Shanti Shanti Shanti.
Peace is found within simple, as well the complex~
Peace is found within your inhale, as well your exhale~
Peace is found within the rays of our sun, as well the beams of our moon~
Peace is found within the birds song, as well the crickets churp~
Peace is not for sale, or atop the collectors shelves mired in a hoarding gale~
Peace is found within the Shanti or the om~
Indeed peace is found within Shalom~
Seeking out the feeling of peace, brings to you instead the grief~
Find instant relief, close your eyes~
Breath very deep, that feeling there~
Eureka! You found the peace~
a moment
a sunbeam
passing through a window
So experience
crytalline illusions
and see how
the dancer
becomes the dance!
Let us take note
of birdsong in the
morning
Perhaps you feel
it's a kind of cosmic
joke
played by a card sharp
If you would stop and look
for a moment
You would see thar
crystalline illusions
are the things
that help us avoid despair
If you want to
taste the sunlight
Or feel the rain
on you body
Just open your soul
to the sunrise and
moonrise
which should guide you through
the days
Peace - Shalom - Yasu - Shanti
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