Sparkle in Wisdom

Sparkle in Wisdom Sep 2019

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With proud and respect,
Lives the elders here,
With pride and head held high,
Lives youth here,
With dedication and devotion,
Farmers ploughs field here,
With confidence and sacrifice,
Fights the soldier here,
With love and laughter,
Grows the kids here,
With intimacy and simplicity,
Wives manages house here,
This is my country,
None other like this exists.

Slowly the country moves,
To become the golden bird again,
No enimity with any nation,
Making it's identity alone,
With peace and humility,
Becoming a symbol it stands high.

It has never divided nor will ever divide,
This is united India(country) of mine,
Built by Lord Krishna and Ram,
Dreamt by Maurya,
It didn't break when it was ransacked,
Though weakened for a second,
But became stood rock solid and strong.

Each drop of blood flowing from,
the nerves of each individual here,
Shouts and recites loudly
Great is my country,
Great is my country.

Sparkle In Wisdom.
Translated work from my Hindi poem,
Bharat desh mahan mera!

Sparkle in Wisdom Sep 2019

भारत देश मेरा महान।

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गर्व से सम्मान से,
जी रहे बुज़ुर्ग यहां,
गौरव से अभिमान से
जी रहे युवा यहां,
समर्पण से त्याग से
सींच रहा किसान यहां,
आत्मा विश्वास से, बलिदान से
लड़ रहा जवान यहां,
उल्लाहस से प्यार से
बढ़ रहा बच्चा यहां,
अपनेपन से सादगी से
संभाल रही गृहणी घर यहां,
यह भारत देश है मेरा
मिसाल इस जैसी कहां।

धीरे धीरे बढ़ रहे कदम,
बनने चिड़िया सोने की यहां,
किसी मुल्क से जंग नहीं
अपनी पहचान खुद बना,
अमन से शांति से
बन प्रतीक यह खड़ा यहां।

ना बटा है ना बटेगा,
यह अखंड भारत महान मेरा,
निर्माण राम - कृष्ण का,
सपना मौर्य का,
टूटा नहीं जब लूट मचाया,
कमज़ोर हुआ क्षण भर को,
पर चट्टान सा मज़बूत बना,

हर शक्स के अंतरमन में बह रहा
जज़्बात यहां,
हर धधकती धमनियों के
रक्त में ज्वार यहां,
चीख कर शोर मचा हर ओर
यह एक यहां,,
भारत देश मेरा महान,

भारत देश मेरा महान।

Sparkle In Wisdom
२१/९/२०१९
Translation tried in notes section.

With proud and respect,
Lives the elders here,
With pride and head held high,
Lives youth here,
With dedication and devotion,
Farmers ploughs field here,
With confidence and sacrifice,
Fights the soldier here,
With love and laughter,
Grows the kids here,
With intimacy and simplicity,
Wives manages house here,
This is my country,
None other like this exists.

Slowly the country moves,
To become the golden bird again,
No fight with any nation,
Making it's identity alone,
With peace and humility,
It stands high becoming a symbol.

It has never divided nor will ever divide,
This is united India of mine,
Built by Lord Krishna and Ram,
Dreamt by Maurya,
It didn't break when it was ransacked,
Though weakened for a second,
But became stood rock solid and strong.

Each drop of blood flowing from,
the nerves of each individual here,
Shouts and recites loudly
Great is my country,
Great is my country!!

Sep 2019

Gods1son

Preparatory grounds

If you've ever represented your school
in a competition, you'll remember that
Months/weeks/days before the day of contest,
You're subjected to exercises/tasks that
were more rigorous than your peers'
Timed challenges, tougher goals
Sometimes, lesser resources were provided
However, that is not considered torture but training
While your peers were sleeping/playing,
You were going through something "unpleasing"
The good news is, no matter your place in the contest (won a prize or not),
You're potentially better and more experienced than your peers.
You would have learned things your peers didn't know.

Maybe the things you're currently going through
Are preparatory grounds for greater wins that await you ahead
Maybe God has permitted the challenges
to come your way, not as torture but training
And God does know your breaking point,
It's not His desire to watch you break.
Embrace the "unpleasing" tasks today,
Knowing that there is a glorious win ahead.

This is not a piece coming from my heart or my mind. This is a piece coming from my Spirit. I hope it means something to someone.

Sparkle in Wisdom Sep 2019

Let my soul be free!

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Your spirit have come today,
Covered in blood stains,
Questioning my intention,
But
with compassion.

Your spirit have come today,
To see me in prison,
Looking a lot tired,
Questioning about our
girls well-being,
But
Without accusations.

Your spirit have come today,
To finally "see" me,
All drained of anger,
Questioning my love for you,
But,
with tender warmth.

Love got ruined,
Peace got robbed,
Neither you lived,
Nor am I free,

You punched me in on
my face,
I killed you in fit of rage,

In that moment our
lives shattered,
You gone,
Me in prison,
Our girls orphaned.

The time we loved each other,
Married defying all odds,
Did God write in lines of my palms,
I will ****** my beloved?
Did God plan your death
by the hands you once loved?
Did God plan for our girls
future a life without us around?

How will our girls live
without our love,
They who can't even cook,
Can't sleep without us,
They who must be afraid
in the big world,
Without us around
they will be so scared.

Your spirit have come today,
I guess,
To ask questions,
Of my actions,
Or
Repent your actions,
Of discussing the life
That could have been
If,
I wouldn't had acted
in rage,
Of,
The trust we both lost,
Of,
The love that became
possessive,
Of,
Ego's and hurt,
Violence and pain,
Fights and anger,
Duties and Responsibilities,
Rights and wrongs,
Of finally,
YOU AND ME.

You have come today
in your spirits and soul,
Wait till I come to you
to discuss these questions,
Let me be released and
set upon free,
Not from the prison but
from my rented body,

Let me be free..
Let my soul be free..
Let my soul match your soul.

SPARKLE IN WISDOM.
19/9/2019.

My thoughts after a wife murdered her husband by kitchen knife, I knew the family personally, it hurts.

Sep 2019

Traveler

KITCHEN *******

I was turned on by a Toaster, she tanned my bread to gold
In time she ejected me, it was her natural Toaster role...
I fell for her sister, a Deep Fryer in despair, my lust began to boil
I had to come up for some air...
I ran off with a Can Opener, she could even sharpen knives,
She opened up a can of *** whip, she could never be my wife!
I met a **** Freezer, but her heart was cold as ice, I was bitten by her frosty ways
Once bitten, never twice...
I made my way across the tile to an Oven quite unique
All her features were well displayed, on this EZ Baking Freak!
She cooked me on the surface, yet burnt me deep within
I guess my culinary skills were lacking in the end...
So now I date a Spatula safely from the heat
She flips a mean burger and french fries by the heap!
Truth is I'm a Poet
Who simply likes to eat!

Traveler Tim