She’d hypnotise, entrance in playful fun,
Annoy, amuse, play-sport, or depress men,
Embrace often as snub, damsel doe-eyed,
Hijacking heart, would show no compassion,
Wonder, what weapons would she leave aside?
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Translation (quintain) | 25.08.2025 | woman, weapon, win
Note: Here is a verse from Bhartrihari’s Shringaara Shatakam (hundred verses on love and romance). Once a woman wins over the heart of a man what all would she not do, the poet wonders (meter: Vasanta-tilakaa). Here is the transliteration:
Sam-mohayanti madayanti vidambayanti,
Nirbhartsayanti ramayanti vishaadayanti |
Etaah pravishya sa-dayam hrdayam naraanaam,
Kim naama vaama nayanaa na samaacharanti || 21 ||
Problems when park in,
To some they show a stop sign,
To some a guideline
From a well-wisher genuine--
To follow and feel so fine.
A beautiful girl,
To boy, a beauty to meet,
To wolf, meat to eat,
To sage, one with the same soul,
All three their fond flags unfurl.
World is a garden
Where whiling time’s no evil,
And God, no warden,
Has bestowed man a free will
To wield, exert or just chill.
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Tanka | 17.08.2025 | problem, garden, girl
Blakean ghosts' boasts..frollicking in rollicking
Rolling hillock hosts..ripe shenanigans..perry toasts
Believing in hefty heaving heroes
Hallowed harbingers..halcyon hedgerows
Harbouring tranches of branches..ferry very merry berries
Majestic mosaic montage barge of balletic
Incandescent flowers..weaving wherries
Showering prophetic kaleidoscopic poetic dreams
Streams through towering mesmeric green tunnels
Full to the gunnels..reams of sheens teem..flowing funnels
Bestowing.. glowing transcendent beams gleam kinetic
Luminescent aesthetic barrage..overpowering iridescent fluorescent flowering
Every single one of Mother nature's tendrils tingle
Mingle..saluting seasonal succour..mooting rebooting from fruiting..pukka
Soft and smooth, freshly manicured with
No trace left behind of struggle or woe;
Hard to gauge the multitude of daily trials
Or the enormous good and success bestowed.
He’s not afraid to let harsh enemies see his strength.
Strong and firm, his grasp telegraphs immaculate powers,
His steeled convictions and unyielding determination,
And the hell that might rain down in furious showers.
From all directions his enemies test his mettle
Then find themselves wilted on bloody ground.
Respect replaces immature, misguided disdain and fear
When he wields the power of Light and sound.
Gentle, with kindness and bountiful praise
He guides his family and subordinates through remarkable lives.
To others, “You will do it because if you don't...” his favorite phrase,
As he looks intently into their cowardly eyes.
There’s no wavering, no fear. His hopeful message is crystal clear.
Each declaration of his executive powers is deliberately penned
To fight prior injustices, selfish evil, and despicable greed.
The American people know in his powerful hands is all the strength we need.
Ye miss O thou man in mindless vain mirth
That every shade comes from His rainbow's range,
Ye no more than copy Nature, no change,
The picture ye paint scarce depicts thy worth,
Nor music—when His notes ye rearrange,
The mind ye use bestowed hast He at birth,
Not a miracle art thou ‘pon this Earth,
A smart machine at best and scarce so strange.
Take heed, should ye hail thy highly hung head?
Feel not so proud on thy mind's pompous powers,
Ye might have made some tallest of towers,
Not one vies with what Creation has made.
Get down from thy vainest pedestal, then,
Think, willed by whom ye wield thy will O man.
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Sonnet | 01.08.2008 |
Poet’s note: The last line of this sonnet reflects what is said in the very first verse of Kena Upanishad: Kena eam patati pream manah… Willed and directed by whom is thy mind enlightened?
Politicians living in luxury loading their luggage with public funds.. Funding their children needs abroad..
Here is the poor masses in the streets clamouring for a better leader without a PVC...
Pointing fingers with an empty stomach..
Here is the students slack off without studies, a sudden strike stoke down their speed, they remain home without a call off..
Here is the market women lamenting for the plights of the forthcoming generations.. For all they see is negativity..
There you're claiming rapper with your wack lines wrapping your weeds without the will to wield a change chanting vote doesn't count..
Pure energy jets through
spines with glee. Powerful
are souls, seeking higher
ground; life is infinite.
Powerful is mankind;
Creature with no limits.
Well, mankind thinks he
has none and does as
he sees fit to do.
It’s the ego of
The human being.
Wield your power,
justly and swift.
Let no one crush
Or enslave you.
You are man,
You are soul,
You are one.
Oneness,
Sword of
Light.
Wield my words with care
Pencils with sharpened points
Poisionous as lead.
(January 22, 2011 Wausau, Wisconsin)
(c) Copyright 2011 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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