In the arms of Shiva

This devotional piece is a loose adaptation of the revered "Deh Shiva Bar Mohe Ih" composition, reimagined for the sacred celebrations of Mahashivratri. In this heartfelt invocation, the devotee passionately pleads for divine strength, courage, and unwavering commitment to righteousness, even in life's fiercest battles. Embracing the timeless spirit of Lord Shiva, the poem encourages a relentless pursuit of good deeds and an enduring bond with the divine, even as mortal life fades into dust.

Bless me, oh Supreme Master! 

Grant me this boon

that I may never sidestep

from doing good deeds.

That beyond all fears,

I may have the courage

to face every battle of my life

and I may have the faith too, 

that by Thy grace, I shall win them all.

That I may teach myself

to be hungry always, to be greedy, 

for singing Thy glories.

And that I may not forsake Thee

even in the eventide of my life. 

That when my mortal self turns to dust, 

I should still be fighting hard to hold on to Thee.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Another day, another chance

Another day, another chance.

At life and at living.

Yet another prospect

to prefect this art.

To draw the right strokes.

To smudge and shade the gradients.

Oh! And what a blessing it is!

To see the night retiring,

leaving the door, ajar,

allowing the light to rush in,

the blushing dawn

spreading its tippet,

and the prismatic scattering

that follows,

consuming the night.

Slowly. Definitely.

Yes!

Another day. Another chance.

Second. Third… Millionth. Zillionth chance.

To breathe.

To believe.

To be busily astir.

And to beget.

Your very own concrete rose.

Mayhaps a little flawed,

but undoubtedly immensely blessed.

Becoming

I feel like inviting strength and beauty in my life... To be able to look at life and say that I am celebrating it to the fullest..
With these thoughts, I write a tanka with prompt words ashes and cocoon...


From ashes, we rise,
the spark of life, inside us.
Metamorphosis.
Beauty in pain and struggle,
from cocoons to butterflies.

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Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 🤗🤗🤗 

Fledglings of Falcon

The wailing walls of Sirhind,
stand in sombre solitude.
The howling chilling winds,
the numbing weeping waters of Sarsa,
bemoan and grieve.
Eternally condemned
and permanently blotted,
these coffers
rocked Thy tender kids
to quietus.
The supple souls,
seasoned spirits,
and their ominous farewell,
Soil of Sirhind,
(fortunate enough
that such pious feet
walked on it
and regrettably unfortunate
to have become their deathbed) ,
witnessed
what we dare not dream.
Unwavering, unflinching,
unswerving and unyielding,
subtle yet strong,
the fledglings of falcon.
embraced their pallbearers
with smiles on their faces.
And this is their legacy.
They were bricked alive.
But they never died.
And never can they.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha 

Buck up

Days come to an end, dreams don't. There's miles to go before we sleep...

Twilight,
wild wings
seek sheltered nook.

Fledglings,
back home,
await their gifts.

Disquieting,
lurking what-ifs
raise their heads.

Unheeding
sunset ahead,
deferred dreams instigate.

Hurrah!
some elbow-grease,
you’re almost there.

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Sacred legacy

The cosmic balance,
the feminine and the fierce,
sacred legacy.

Seeking semblance

Ma!
May I lie down
and
rest my tired soul
in your lap.
Here I am,
weary, wobbly,
washed out with fatigue.
Oh! lull me to sleep
so that
the chaos outside
ceases to be.
Will some order,
a bit of sanity,
in my life,
through your prayers.
And cook me a meal
(a great fan of yours)
of strength and love
for I need both
as it is dark outside
and though I can
fight the clouds,
the eclipse,
now that’s something
I can’t fight,
at least not alone.
So ma, help me heal
and
help me rise.
Again.

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