BUDDHA

Buddha, in the sitting posture

In the meditative stature

The gesture ignites all austerities

Keeps away all life-absurdities

Sheds light for sin-atonement

Spreads the light of enlightenment

Soothes with the voices of silence

Heard from his heart of benevolence

Lays the paths of devotion

To lead to bliss in perfection

Infinite thoughts in echo

Multiple charms in glow

All poise and peace in the face

Always to propel bliss in all ways

Ways to release from worldly bondage

From death, disease and old age

That deeply moved his young heart

Sought the path of salvation on his part

Young prince, sure to reign

As a sole sovereign to shine

Forsook his rightful kingdom

For gaining insightful wisdom

All led him to Gaya, to the Bodhi tree

Glancing the tree calmly free

Beneath it, 'Maha Bodhi' sat he in prayer

For an eternal solution as a seeker

For seven weeks in deep meditation

Peace and positivity in assimilation

Buddham Sharanam Gacchami now as ever

Echoes in and around the place.

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Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)

ODE (IN AB, AB, CDE,CDE RHYME )

1

Spring! In Time's flow, you are the fest for all

Like youth with all lovely charms and glitters,

To you the five senses become a thrall

An eye-feast of beautiful sights for viewers

A fest of melodies of the music

My heart springs in delight like the young rays

As a gift, the joy of light

Flora displays all blossoms majestic

In all variety strewn and

You are indeed the season of delight

2

Spring, the wealth of full bountiful flowers

I am Love for flower-adoration

To present my consort your rich treasures

She and I launch joy-trips in elation

To adore your beauty in boundlessness

We pace amid your sights in jolly grace

In shines in floral hues

The tired bid goodbye to their weariness

All woes and throes flee in charms of your face

I love to abide in your pleasant views

3

Bulbuls, wrens, cuckoos and all songbirds

Fully throated in joyous rendition

Flow far beyond the description of words

It is the nice chorus presentation

All seem to take part in turn for delight

I start to sing in majestic presence

My consort takes steps all befitting

A lull in rhythmic flight

You are Spring, divine to bring excellence

A nice concert to all for reveling

4

Spring! Soothing is the touch of breeze gentle

The feel of embrace beggars description

The bamboos sing melodies to startle

I am with Consort in jubilation

In the warm embrace, the fete of nature

The pollen grains love to reach the stigma

Soft petals pat on creatures in swinging

In the swing of rapture

All in grace the players of the drama

For onlookers in rejoicing feeling

5

Honey, full plentiful for butterflies

For swallow in the most playful flight

In their hover for the priceless price

The buzzing of bees in full delight

The sweetest treasure for them not to miss

The long wait for it, really their fest

A celebration of taste and flavor

Fests of palatal bliss

O Spring, in your reign, nature is at its best

All that credit goes to the Creator

6

Spring! The season full of leaves and flowers

Then of fruits, beauty in variety

For all verdant wealth and fragrant pleasures

Then of taste flavors in all bounty

The sweetmeat of scent for a vital role

For the choicest rapture to the heart's choice

The fountain to fill joys for the nose-thrill

The path to lead to goal

All the hearts to dance to the voiceless voice

In vibrant moods for you are to fulfill.

7

Alas! Time flows and your charms on the wane

The yearly trick of fresh looks is over

It seems a stream to flow from boon to bane

Its life in little span, charms in high measure

Leads the curve down to reflect on Love's brow

I appeal to you, Spring not to pass so soon,

Stay yearlong and fill the world with joys

You, my heaven in glow

To live in your company is my boon

Without you, I am a child without toys.

8

O Spring, ruled you are, I do not know

To consider my urge, you have no right

You are in bondage of Time in its flow

To go against the mighty you have no might.

I hear you, Spring slip all of a sudden

A surprise to me, Love for your reasons

The flow of Time never allows reverse

It is not to happen

Spring clings in the annual ring of seasons

This is the fact learnt by the universe

Published

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61st to 63rd Triple Issue April 2021

Artful Arts

                                      The heart is to glow in the face

                                                  The face echoes the heart's ways

                                                  As the natural art of man's race

                                                  Whatever deep comes to surface                                                  

                                                  For the face is the index of mind

                                                  The humanistic in insight kind.

                                                 

                                                  Today man has learnt pretences,

                                                  Nice hypocritical appearances

                                                  All artful, cunning, dubious arts 

                                                  Of man to possess the cow-face

                                                  To be humble for a cruel action

                                                  Of man to be the sheep's clothes

                                                  To appear bleak and meek ever

                                                   Of man to shine the chameleon

                                                   For its glow like its surroundings

                                                   Of man to shed the crocodile tears 

                                                   To have compassion for its victim

                                                   Of man to know how wear a mask

                                                   Of man to appear in disguise

                                                   Of man for a fancy dress-show

                                                   Of man to hide their honest hearts 

                                                   Of man to conceal their true minds

                                                   Of man cleverly to feign madness

                                                   Of man to forget to play his role  

                                                   Of man, to call a spade a spade

                                                   To prove to be indeed human  

                                                   Truly in thought and action 

                                                   True in walk and talk 

                                                   Let the weeds of falsehood perish

                                                   To let the sprouts of truth flourish.  

Published

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Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)

Dilemma

                                             O, God is silent

                                         So is the idol in shrine 

                                          The idol reflects God

                                   When both, silent, man, violent

                                     For no dilemma, be stringent.   

Published

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Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)

Creative Imagination

                                                                   My lovely imagination                                       

                                                                 Has a mission for creation

                                                                   All good for all lessons  

                                                                  All great for all sermons

                                                                     It is a fruit in fruition

                                                                 To satiate all deep hunger.

                                                                    It rushes a living river 

                                                              To quench all parching throats

                                                                     Not for physical boots

                                                                 But for intellectual pursuits

                                                                   It, by itself, is complete

                                                                     In form and in theme

                                                                  It differs in its own ways 

                                                                 The one to coo the cuckoo

                                                             With melodies of rhythmic race

                                                                With a tinge of message true

                                                                The one, a narrative in flow

                                                               Short in space, twists in race

                                                            Crosses the dark to flood of light           

                                                          Or, the one to flow in long narration            

                                                              With the exposition as its start

                                                             With its move thro complication

                                                                With crisis and with climax,

                                                                     Leading to resolution                                                                                                           It gushes in ink and rushes in forte

                                                                  From the throbs of hearts         

                                                               Not from the layers of throats

                                                               Lovely imagination mirrors life    

                                                                  That flows lively in a genre

                                                                       As a life in literature.

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Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)

MUSINGS

Musings like the tides

Rush to the fore

Touch the shore

Leave marks in strides

They arise to disappear

Soon in a fraction

Maybe its mission

Away from the capture

They touch the screen

For a gentle touch

Not to be in couch

To relax, no such keen

Not a flower in bower

In life ephemeral,

Not a man mortal

Not a bubble in a river

Like the shrewd hunter

Readily to catch,

Players in match

Their team to be winner

The poet must be alert

To paint musings

To shape inklings,

Never to let them avert

Once he is the victor

Those shine bright

In immortal might

In sketching on paper

It is the unseen clash

Of all transience

For permanence

In pages ever to flash

Published

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Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)

WILD GROWTH OF WEEDS A Villanelle in Hexameter (lines of 12 Syllables)

Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden,

        You filled the human garden with plant-gaieties,

        They forgot you and your ways to be beholden!

    Overgrown weed-sins concealed plant-heaven, Eden,

   Their spoilsport spoilt the green virtues of all beauties,

Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden.

         You present all wonderful insight to gladden,

       With greens in sheens for their joyful amenities,

       They forgot you and your ways to be beholden! 

      Wilder growth-violence for the wealth well hidden,

          Weed-cheats, weed-rapists resort to brutalities.

 Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden.

 

       You are in heaven and shrine fully joy-ridden,

          You hoped all to adhere to humanist duties,

       They forgot you and your ways to be beholden!

     They solely aim to reap sins, weed fruits forbidden,

                Oblivious of plant-like magnanimities. 

 Supreme, humans strew weed thorns in your ways golden

         They forgot you and your ways to be beholden!

Published

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Nos. 61st to 63rd Triple Issue (April 2021)