"agni" poems
My skin is cracked
pulling
split apart
Mucous forms, blood bubbles
fat popping
skin
melts
Hair afire!
skull snapping
arm bones
charred
Collapsed in two
scream fire
body
sinking
To Ashen State,
To Ashen State,
Immolation
To Ashen State,
To Ashen State,
A Man cannot be the Sun. *
Dec 24, 2016
Dec 24, 2016 at 7:09 PM UTC
WHAT is a Hindu, a Moslem or a Christian?
Whence he comes and where he goes?
Ocean is a solution, salty, but-
Corers of Suns gleam on the crest of waves-
One, only One at the helm in the blue.
Pools and streams and lakes and bays
Wells and springs and rain and ice
We see nothing but a drop, in them drops
Nay, vapor condensed: Nay, H2O-right?
Think a little straight, sit up aright
Am I not right? -break, break that H2O
Baffling bright white-light you can see.
Of heat and Energy, Oh! 'Sivam'!
You may call it 'Noor' in Arabic
'Siv' in Sanskrit-what then-
Releases combustion in cells?
Nothing but very heat and Energy.
Uranium and Thorium release the same.
We find Energy unborn eternal
Omnipresent, Omnipotent
Omniscient, and Formless.
The Almighty is Brahma,
Paramatma and Allah.
Jehovah may be for some,
For some Agni, may be that-
Radiant and resplendent Yogic Light.
Cant you see Ocean in rain drop
Cosmic power in a cell or shell?
Cell or Shell-what is in a name?
Is chariot, coat or prison of the soul.
When walls get weak the soul will part
Out through the vent as air off the balloon.
Reading Holy Scriptures, not knowing the sense-
What use? -observe the Nature and think
Knowledge is a chain of fact as pearls
Stringed by Reason and Faith with a Coir of the Truth.
Tension brews as experiences tightly
Loaded on the string, still stronger by Faith.
Knowledge is light to enlighten the folk
Not to **** but for, co-existence in Peace.
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Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 10:47 PM UTC
Love
is the fount of abundance
of endless youth – which knows
only to give
but Lover, do you know
how to take?
to you she offers this-
the legacy of the Wait
employ it as you will –
as a bed of thorns or as a work of art
the choice is yours
when the current of time shall turn
your chance will come
to take from that fount all you want
but the journey is arduous
the climb-treacherous
many a pitfall may lie in your path
beware - stay steadfast!
pour all of yourself without hesitation
drop by drop into that sacrificial fire
as your ink depletes onto the pages
like Svaha meeting Agni
there will come to exist
the consummation of your innermost desires
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
23.01.2013
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Jan 22, 2013
Jan 22, 2013 at 11:54 PM UTC
You always burn me
I never even turned the heat up once
But you kept burning me
Why do you burn me so much?
I never wanted to be the victim of this
I never instigated an Agni Kai match between anyone
But your flames still ignite my soul
Not in the other ways I've experienced
But this is far from the abnormal
Every day i think about why they burn me
I'm never going to stop
Being who i am
For something so meager in statements
I will not be punctual for your cut downs
I will only be punctual for others who deserve it and for myself
This is the next trimester and i'm giving birth to my new breath of fresh air
Go ahead and try to rampage my cities, but you will be sequestered and tranquilized
Sent back into the ocean
Where you belong
Mar 29, 2016
Mar 29, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
Meaning
f
a
l
l
I
n
g
like sparrows in silent wind
like leaves in seasonal flux
again and again….
into the violent dirt
inflamed mud
where we pity the worms
and their empires of clay and mortar
a pomegranate a jewelled pagoda
moving and centralised
cyclic and stagnant.
Everywhere, I do not see
directed untowards
magnetic poles.
Agni-metic people.
The sparrows song
in underwater caverns
startles ripened ears
(wrinkled, warn, and walled)
between dogmatic slumbers…
ertras, I can hear you
»»»»» —————————————-» [you]
where?
f’-> : {inside euclidean halls}
meaning, falling
passageways toward
nothing. [frameworks]
-oliver and jonte
Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 11:15 PM UTC
Set my skin ablaze
Scorch my eyes
Ignite my bones
Turn my heart
To liquid ash
Torch my dreams
Melt my hopes
Singe my soul
Make the inferno
Last forever now
Burn through me
And burn me through
This shallow dream
Sear my lips
With a stinging kiss
Oh please Agni
Incinerate me
For you are
The forest fire
And I am
but a tree
Mar 23, 2014
Mar 23, 2014 at 3:07 PM UTC
Unmasking to remain
human. Listen, listen to my bane.
I am neither living, nor dead.
I am left with what I am not.
after you walked away with Agni.
My footfalls resound in water.
I am taking care of
lovebirds. They miss you when calls
don't come and food runs short.
Aug 24, 2023
Aug 24, 2023 at 9:06 PM UTC
To Mr Arnav Gupta,
Forgive me bhai, your embers are still
fanned alive in my memories you are
still walking in circles in Ellipse Park
Dear Mr Gupta,
Do you know what distance a flame can travel on a summer day?
How far the flame travels in the camera frame, how long it keeps?
Your flame ephemeral everlasting still walking still wake
Purians pyres that covered brown bodies in 1687
Dear Arnav,
Do you remember when Sita sat in her Agni Praskar in Ramayana?
How women still throw themselves in their husband’s funeral?
What were you trying to purify through the seven flames?
Jun 29, 2019
Jun 29, 2019 at 4:47 PM UTC
Jwimwi nwngni onsainaionwsw okha
Okhani mohoraosw swmkhwr abad
Okha gwiyabla khoran
Ranjringna lorhaigwn abad
Dalai bilai sirina swleralo longthongwi thagwn.
Nwng bekhou nunanwinw saglwbw okhrangao.
Angdi nwngkhou orai hasthaiyw sakhatiao
Raopwra nwngni sidwb gwdwi
Mohoradi nwngni bese somaina
Angni gwrbw swlera nwngni thakhainw thajim.
Nwng angni nwjwrnipry
Datha nwng anjraina,andw-andw.
Dabung nwng-
"Angkhou nwjwrthinangla nwng
Nwjwrthidw Angnikhrui bangsin
Jai hagwn nwngnw onnai hwnw
Agni onnaia jerao lwrbang".
Angni bikhayao saronthai.Thwisam.
Angdi mwnakhwi nwngnikhrui somainasin onnai
Nwngni onnaiadi lwrbang be jathaoa
Angni thakhai thajim onnai nwngni.
Angdi nwngkhoulo hasthaiyw.
Nwngnw orai angni nwjwrao oraithi.
Jan 28, 2016
Jan 28, 2016 at 11:59 PM UTC
As I lie on this final pyre of life high,
Atop scented logs burning, that sigh,
Agni,the fire god great,cleansing me truly,
Asks,how was your life my Son? so kindly.
Askance,through the walls of fire,I look,
At your gentle face, of deep sadness a book,
Avowed to be bound,in grieving heat shimmered,
And Answer, O lord, you burned inside me great,
Also in my loved one,guiding our fiery paths of fate.
Aflame and lit by you was it,In knowledge supreme,
All we did was fly, like moths to the inferno serene,
Aiming at this blaze final,meant always, in your divinity.
Alas now my time ends,I know but its your flame eternal,
Always uniting,bonding our love, burning bright together.
Amidst now your flaming graces, I Thank you,as me you gather,
Aching in this lovely embrace, for my alter love,to meet in future farther!
Oct 30, 2012
Oct 30, 2012 at 4:17 PM UTC
You were not true to god.
I was playing with fire for resuscitation
to search violets in your eyes.
The sameness was very
typical. We cry at the same time.
to move away from burning calendars.
A single kiss of Agni
will make the ashes of bickering moons.
I want to die no more.
Jul 5, 2021
Jul 5, 2021 at 10:52 PM UTC
American singers, Australian cinemas, love, court,
Islamic love and titanium home theater, including
embassies and carpets, stones, trees and waves,
women and tourists in the United States.
Contemporary
and modern styles The best way to find a city
is to ask for a city. Some Jewish knights
are in the tomb. In the United States,
Kenya's first dog and dog-cats, Eric Generator,
powerful weapons, red and red, red and green,
four musicians, four Iranian students
are complex and friendly, but Latin and Latin.
They tell women about terrorism stories
and know how strong the power
and value of the world, their fingerprint,
their control, and how they fit
in the world's lowest daily quotation.
My first name is first, first, first. 1.
When he sees Joseph, he looks and falls.
At the end of the four titles, we read
about the most popular animals of all ages.
Another source of information is Kangra
Mata, Galgia Girl, Red, Kenya, Toy Toys,
Nature Nature, Italy, 200 ocean Odias.
Yank Power Women Love Australia 1;
Justin and the United States Tourists, singers,
musicians, and Americans do not protect
famous pro waves like the oceans, stones,
trees and ACL waves. "It supports cats
and dogs in the night and in the United States at night."
RV, all major weapons, red, green
and very modern, chest and green,
other friends, clothes and other friends.
Latin American cats talk about hatred
and fires, and like Einstein, Einstein,
Vitamin A and Einstein, Einstein has
about 100 deaths in Canada, source, gang
and red brain in Einstein, but his overall
strategy and security It is the same as e-US Greece
and Latin America have repeatedly condemned
the Greek people. This issue has been successful
in training Robotics design in Indonesia
such as Pittsburgh and John, Agni, Fire or Pier.
Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings Red Rings.
The pictures of the red rings robot can be seen in a long,
deliberate crisis. Near Kenya,
he shot a photo of Yokati's 4487/5000.
Australia blamed United States
for failure to check United States,
Kentucky, Esther Aldon, and Los Angeles,
Australia and Australian for more than 13 hours.
This is my love for my life in this country.
Nov 18, 2018
Nov 18, 2018 at 10:26 PM UTC
Contextual. I don't
get that much-I ask. How difficult
it was to remain like gulmohar*
A collision course will meet you
tomorrow.You were a step forward.
I was held back to know the truth.
You were always orange
and red. I want to remain a human being.
I tell explicitly. You were Agni.
*Delonix regia
Sep 24, 2020
Sep 24, 2020 at 8:39 PM UTC
The children of Agni
Still tend to the fields
But they yield to what Shiva’s
Deals hope to conceal
By the bushels of bullets, pork barrels of grease
In the crease of the fingers
And trigger’s release
Of the anger, the rage of this Bengali cage
Made of famines of war
And the textile slaves
With the wage loomin’ over
Their shoulders in pain
From the Kashmiri soldiers
Still diggin’ their graves
And in chains are the children who bear the unfair distribution of loot
Still polluting the air
And I try and I try, and they stare and they stare
But I’m running in circles and getting nowhere
Just making a stand for this Hindustan sand
A mere man of unplanned patrilineal clans
Tryna’ offer a hand to the paving of roads
Without hellish intentions for humble abodes
‘Cuz I know, I’ve been shown where the wild things are
And now my state of mind is the state of Uttar
When I still see the zamindars driving in cars
And the Amritsar crimson Blue Stars from afar
People burning but still full of love and a spirit
That sings of the Ganges, each night you can hear it
It’s clear, without fear and sincere in its praise
For the guru I am, come to learn of their ways
Nov 30, 2017
Nov 30, 2017 at 3:05 PM UTC
I’m the cracks in the ice geist
The thief in the night light
The reason you can’t even go to sleep
When you’re hype Skype
The read it and write sleight
Of hand with that left heist
The best and brightest western spittin’-Spetnaz platoon type
The jungle, it’s coming
Oh, they want you there runnin’
That whole backwards crazy cooky communally-driven country,
That refuses to bow,
To the lion’s lie crown,
Because the tigress is the Ganga
And she’s watered this ground,
With cheetah archer princes blue
Through pacifistic aestheticians
Who still burn to the moon,
To feel her Saraswati peace of mind
Evoke the monsoon
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 10:16 PM UTC
Unfazed I send my
poem to you. This is my work
of blood to convey the agony of departure.
Between love and resistance
there was a happy pain. I was a rebel
always to lead my art of dying.
It was my destiny to
refuse to surrender. This was
my dream, my night, my fireworks.
Sep 24, 2021
Sep 24, 2021 at 8:53 PM UTC