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Dark and fierce She wears her pose, but
Light and compassion is Her real core – Dusky Mother.
The skulls She wears are neither human nor of demon, but
Of countless Egos slain and Souls freed – Enlightening Mother.
The blood she drinks is not to quench her thirst, but to
Save the world, from blood-sprouting evil - Warrior Mother.
Spouse nor beloved that She tramples down, but
Unwelcome male dominance she crushes to dust – Undomesticated Mother.
Nose rings she deems noose to her freedom;
Wanders She, the worlds, eternally untamed – Uncontrolled Mother.
She is the creation. She is destruction.
She is timeless and She is the time – Eternal Mother.
She projects the universes, and the delusion of many, but
Expects Her children to discover the unity and attain liberation – Loving Mother.
Mantra and Tantra may lead to Her boons, but
Love and surrender are shortcut to Her heart – Merciful Mother.
We are She and She is us, but
It is our ignorance that makes Her She, and us we.
Through Love, meditation and surrender, let us become Her and She be us – Kali Mother.
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Enchanting Encounter With Rustic Beauty on an Early Morning Stroll
Along the beautiful tree lined avenues and residences I strode, ruminating spirituality and poetry, amidst peace and bird chirping background.
Upon a sharp turn, afar stood a woman in an Indian suit of black and pink – adjusting her hair standing in a side pose revealing all her attractive angles.
Brief, distant glances exchanged, Sharply she retired homewards, perhaps for a better view from the safety of the curtains?
I passed the house with intent sideways glance to check whether she stood in shade - but continued my stroll back to reflections and bird talk, finding her not to be there.
It was a mere passing scene on a early morning walk – one among many we see that make our lives bright, I thought. I strode on without any expectations – wearing a grateful smile - for the brief colourful sight.
But it was not to be.
On my routine next round, I again find her. This time standing in leisurely conversation with a timeworn woman I had seen trolling before.
A couple of long glances ensued. My heartbeat quickened. The old woman was serious in her advice; perhaps unaware of the real purpose of the discussion. The younger gave two, long, satisfying, glances.
Passing her close by, I aver she is not a conventional beauty, yet rustic and healthy, early in her middles. I am more advanced in time, though endowed with a firm and thin frame a fast gait. Fair in color she was and firm in flesh. Attractive she was in her own native way.
Further reflections focused not on poetry but on exciting prospects. I usually make only three, because of the paining knee. Now I extend it to four, expecting to find her in receiving extended guidance.
I find her not there. Disappointed. Perhaps she has made her assessment, this way or that. What it is, I can only know tomorrow during the early morning amble.
Alas it is not to be that way. For I have to leave. I do not live there, I am only on a visit and my next one is due only after a long interregnum.
By that time the memory of pleasant encounter will wilt in both. And chance will not repeat the favour.
A rustic beauty I discovered, one fine morning - a chance encounter during my early morning walk.
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Invest First,
Spend Next.
A Simple Habit,
That will Make You
Wealthiest
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Invest in
Haste is
A Total Waste;
Nay - a Misery Taste.
Test,
Rest and
Reap the
Dividend
Best;
Value Invest!
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Like an eagle She soars high in the blue sky, fathoming for succulent opportunities in the vast financial landscape below;
Upon the tree cozy and lazy She gazes at the jungle of stocks, for the right prey to pounce upon, wandering innocently below;
Vulture’s patience She displays forever – hurry is never in Her vocabulary;
Sits on cash for years, She – waiting for the market crash long foresaw, She;
As an Amazonian parrot She has digested the investing lexicon – every word of He is a measured gem;
Wise as an Elephant she roams the market maze -
Remembering every lesson learnt amid agony;
Solitary She dwells; alone She hunts;
Prides and packs She abhors - ferocious tigress She is;
Selfish She is not – teaches the world what She knows;
Riches and wealth She wants for All;
She is a Buffett – Graham She is;
She is knowledge – value investor She is.
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