"arjuna" poems
The Saga of battle face off between Arjuna & Karna.
Karna gets the Naga ashtra from the Lord Brahma.
The Naga ashtra arrow is set to hit the target without miss.
Arjun Chariot is Guided by Lord Krishna.
Arjun & Karna face to battle for the survival for the supremacy
Battle of best in the Kurukshetra between karna & Arjun
Arjun is know as the Best in the Bow.
But while the situation is different with karna with Naga Ashtra arrow.
Force of Arrow from bow making huge noise of impact in the wind.
With every arrow from bow of both are hitting in the mid air & collapsing
Karna lefts the Arrow of Naga ashtra & prays the Slogan to be effective
Arjun no answer to the arrow of Naga
Keeps quite & focus towards Lord Krishna
Lord krishna smiling replies to bow
Arjuna replies with angry Iam an Hero & can face with my Bow.
Karna with Big laughter speeds the Arrow of Naga towards Arjun.
The Naga Ashtra is a Destruction weapon in the world.
Naga Ashtra targets the Head of the Arjuna
Lord Krishna pushes the chariot by his thumb towards down earth
Arrow of Naga is straight towards Arjuna Head.
Lord Krishna Commands to bow the head down
Arjuna does so the arrow is supposed to hit the head with out miss.
Arrow is will not stop without hitting head.
Karana is eager to celebrate the Victory of best in Kurushetra
Lord Krishna hears the sound of hitting head
& Turns to see the What happened?
Lord Krishna says yes the arrow hit the head
Arjuna replies Lord Iam safe
According to Shastra Naga Ashtra hit the Head of Chariot
Karana will not able to reuse the Ashtra of Naga
as it has hit the Head of Chariot.
By this Arjuna Leaps wider angle to arrow the Bow
& the Bow lands on Karana chest.
The Battle of Big is won by Arjun in the period of Kurushetra.
Yours
Shankar Pattabi
Aug 8, 2015
Aug 8, 2015 at 10:19 PM UTC
Know throughout as
Mohan the enchanter.
or even Gopala or Govinda
Jagganatha is known as
Shri Krishna appeared in Gokul
Many legends have been told
with skin as Jambul as a jamun
And flute music like the song of a bulbul
Legends and stories carry on
through rasleela, they are known
through Krishna Lila, they are showcased
but all throughout the king is born
His radiance appearance of
Jambul skin and a peacock feather
or even crown in Tribhanga and his flute
with sweets notes of love
As a warrior in the battle of Kurukshetra
Throughout the Mahabharata, he is known
here he shared with Arjuna
what is known as the Bhagavad Geeta
Hare Krishna Hare Krishna,
Krishna Krishna Hare Hare
Hare Rama Hare Rama
Rama Rama Hare Hare
With this, I offer my salutations to you
Oh Lord Krishna,
Please accept my humble
request to thee
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 10:18 AM UTC
Drona was a great teacher of archery
He taught it to Pandavas and kauravas
Arjuna was his favourite disciple
He liked him for his pious principle
Drona promised to make him the best
In any form of archery test
One day A tribal came to Drona
And requested him to teach the craft
The master asked him for his caste
The tribal revealed the fact
Drona told him he would teach only the upper-caste
And leave the place in great haste
The Tribal,Ekalavya, Made an idol of his master
And became an invincible archer
Drona and Arjuna came to the forest
The former considered the tribal was the best
Drona asked for the tribal’s master
And surprised to find the answer
And demanded his right thumb as a gift
Ekalavya offered it as a token of great respect
Jan 4, 2011
Jan 4, 2011 at 5:57 PM UTC
You were the architect of the nation
And loved it with great passion
You flew the eternal dove
For your inimitable greatness I bow
You were the true disciple of Bapuji
And dearly called chachaji
You were an Arjuna
In the war of independence
You loved the dear kids
And treated them as tender buds
You wore a rose in your button hole
Elevating India is your noble goal
We fulfill your beautiful dream
And follow your spiritual cream
We love our children
As they are our true vision
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 4:39 AM UTC
In Mahabharat, Yudhishthira was considered as the most Pious Soul. He was considered as Epitome of Virtue and it is said he did not commit any mistake, except one half lie.
At the End of Mahabharat Epic, when All Pandavas tried to Venture to ascend to Heaven alive, it was the Yudhishthira only, who ascended into Heaven Alive. During the Way to Heaven, all other four Pandavas , including Draupadi died.
It is said that Yudhishthira was so Pious , Vrtuous and so truthful that his Chariot Never touched the Ground. Because of Truthfullness, Right fullness , he practised in his whole life, his Chariot Never Touched the Soil. Such was greatness of Yudhishthira.
However, Yudhishthira had to Visit Hell for some time where he saw all his brothers including Draupadi tortured. Even Karna was also seen being tortured in Hell. Later Yudhishthira was explained that he did committed a half sin in his life as he lied regarding death of Ashvatthama. It is said that this was the only half sin , which he committed in his whole life. This was the only reason, Yudhishthira had to visit Hell.
But what about Betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble. Mahabharat is totallysilent on this aspect. In Mahabharat , Yudhishthira was not held guilty for betting his Wife Draupadi in Gamble and loosing her. Yudhishthira used his Wife as Good. I think this is one of the most heinous crime committed in Mahabharat. Yudhishthir Must had to be held guilty for that.
But instead, this was rationalized. During the Exile, when Bhim and Arjuna held Yudhishthira responsible for all this, Sage Vyas reached there and told them story of Ram and Lakshmana that how Lakshmana left his wife for his brother Ram. Thus Yudhishthira was protected by Vyasa.
It is a matter of Great Surprise to me that Mahabharat did not consider betting of wife in Gamble, A Sin. In my view betting of wife Draupadi in Gamble , by Yudhishthir is the most heinous crime , he committed and for this he was not worthy of entering into Heaven alive, like other Pandavas and Kauravas.
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Mar 29, 2018
Mar 29, 2018 at 3:05 AM UTC
dreams long lost
swirl around me
in the shade of Arjuna
winds sing a lullaby.
*they never die
bide their time
in the cave of eye
neath layer of rhyme
don't the rustles fall silent
yet canopy of new leaves
grow above
crave the same firmament
and away from old griefs
seek new love?*
in the winds' murmur
i would never touch them
the seemingly lost dreams
but quietly in the hopes' harbor
rekindle their flickering flame
and let flow in endless streams.
Apr 17, 2015
Apr 17, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
there's this book, a manual, a guide for shrinks
ostensibly it aids them in assessing how one thinks
to my mind it contains something for everyone
to be human is to invariably become undone
degrees of normality, degrees of insane
eventually too much knowledge
makes the struggle an exercise in vain
some gentle ones give up and relinquish trying
coping is groping, thrashing, lying
to thine own self be true
unto this missive troubles you'll rue
total honesty impossible to know
minuscule fleeting fractile glimpses of the show
'do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth
and nothing but the truth'?
I can only promise to try
social strictures require we lie
I will not swear to something I cannot believe
I'm rarely really certain of any given thing; my doubts know no reprieve
When Krishna revealed to Arjuna his entire magnificence
Arjuna recoiled in fear to behold such terrible opulence
likewise my eyes have been opened to some totality
so I view the truth as a comfortable logical fallacy
therein is the problem the dilemma defined
to tell the 'whole truth' I would most certainly lose my mind
Jun 5, 2013
Jun 5, 2013 at 9:14 PM UTC
**They who do work for Me,**
They who work for righteousness,
**They who look upon Me as a goal,**
They who set Prabhu as their goal,
**They who worship Me free from attachment,**
They who just lose track of everything else in worship,
Who are free from enmity to all creatures,
Who practice vegetarianism and peace,
**They come to Me.**
They reach heaven.
May 17, 2017
May 17, 2017 at 9:14 PM UTC
Enemy is a beautiful concept. You never say he is an enemy,
but you always refer, he is MY ENEMY coz he is a part
of your EGO, coz when he dies, you never be the same person
as before. We spend most of time thinking about our enemies.
That's why its easy to miss your friend but not your enemy
on the road.
If you observe, you treat even beggar as your enemy,
you never see a beggar an eye to eye coz if you, then
he will become you friend and his problem become your problem. Generally, people with whom you grow... brother/cousins/neighbor,
they are the one, who carry a small jealous about you and
your growth. coz they know your capacity and often compare you
and your growth, and they are the one always compete with you.
In Mahabharata, Arjuna refuse to fight against his own cousins
Kauravas, The reason, he knows very well he can
defeat Kauravas and retrieve his kingdom. But what FUN you
have, once, all your are enemies are dead, there is no fun in ruling
the kingdom. We need enemies to move our life, we need people
around us to feel jealous, that's why we buy a big house,
costly interiors, a luxury Cars,.. etc less for us and more for
our Circle. We want every one to feel small when they
enter our house.
The Box office hit movie are successful not because of the Hero
but coz of villain, the most cruel the villain, then, he help the
movie more interesting and also to the success of the film.
In Short, Its your enemy determine your success. The more enemy
you have, the more drive you have towards your success.
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 9:03 PM UTC
I have no clue what Krshna taught Arjuna
but I like the name Atman a lot.
Atman. Atman. Where a man is at.
At all times. No matter what.
Gita, get in the action, gorgeous girl,
god is the answer, keep the meter.
Wisdom, none.
What Krshna tells Arjuna makes no sense.
I prefer mathematics.
Knowledge of how things are made and done
more than meditation on the Self
as a manifestation of the One.
I’ll never have to leave this comfortable planet.
We have this asset but can we sell it?
In Paradise Lost, Satan executes his plan
but God already knows all about it.
Still, whether it succeeds or fails is up to Man.
Same here, when it comes to nuclear armaments,
a distraction from the work of making life permanent.
It is all premised on the mystery
of invisible but sentient particles—
little Krshnas and Kachinas
nesting inside one another.
Meanwhile life goes on outside all around you—
WWII, the Napoleonic wars,
the Civil War which we’re still fighting.
Krshna says behead your brothers
without prejudice or justice.
So it transpires in the nuclear fire.
Whatever forever.
The poem has gone to glitten.
Teacher, teacher—tiger!
Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 9:08 AM UTC
the crescent moon, bent
like Arjuna's bow
draws her ink-dark arrow across all heaven
she is first to intersect venus, then mars,
then on in one omniscient arc to trace
the centre of being
across skies, across eons
across all beginnings, endings,
all that is and was
long to outlast all human experience
and all that can be foreseen
MChallis © 2015
Jul 27, 2015
Jul 27, 2015 at 9:35 PM UTC
*You were my altar! About your ears I recited my prayers, my waking prayers in my soul by the contemplation of the beauty of your magnificent lips, the esoteric contours of your body and my spirit wanted to hear the songs that emerged from your mouth, delicate whispers aroused by my whispers in your ears.
You were my altar and I wanted to enter your temple, go beyond the veils that hid your mystical sensuality and behold thee naked, revealed before my eyes. My mouth wanted to reach the honey of your ******* and sweeten all my judgments.
You were my altar, and my lips constantly wanted the wine in your mouth, revealing in my mind the secrets of the Divine that dwells in you.
You were my altar and on you I recited my songs, my sutras and litanies written in the siddur of my soul.
You were my altar, my esoteric Garden, and your Lotus was my heavenly song, the Bhagavad-Gita of my heart. I was your Arjuna and you was my Krishna ... ".*
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
Before the dew evaporates
on rose petals misty with tears
and birds seated on lofty branches
sweeten the air with rapturous song
Before the scorching Saturn Sun
at high noon
holding his granite karmic slate
burns us to a crisp
for our sad and loveless deeds
We must awaken early
shake off sloth and slumber
Close to the amber footsteps of dawn
Brahmamuhurtam
Love's breath kindling bright
the embers of Sat Chit Ananda
Eternal Being, Awareness and Bliss
"The function of the Scriptures is to guide people toward living a perfected life on Earth and repeatedly remind them of the goal, which should be nothing short of achieving Divinity itself. But those who spurn the teachings and guidance of the Scriptures and act only on the impulses of their desires will not achieve perfection and divinity, only misery.
" Let the Scriptures tell you what you should and should not do, Arjuna. Know what the right choices are and live up to them. It is simpler than you think. When you or anyone is firmly on the road to enlightenment there is no conflict at all between what you do and what the Scriptures advise." Bhagavan Gita, interpreted by Jack Hawley, Chapter, 16, Vs. 23, 24
Jan 19, 2016
Jan 19, 2016 at 1:38 PM UTC
The all attractive mighty-
Blue-skinned idol deity,
Grasping all suffer and misery
Call himself The Hari.
Even a leaf can symbol a devotee
Being natkhatlal is what Maiyaa worry;
His existence is an endless rath,
Knowledge is what defines Jagannath.
The Lotus-Eyed he is-
Lord of Love whom we wish,
Charioteer to Arjuna
Raas and Kanhaiyya,
Together we say-
Hari! hari!
Mar 21, 2021
Mar 21, 2021 at 6:10 PM UTC
When they look at my body,
they giggle between their teeth that are crooked but they call them curved. They perceive how curveless I look
and tell me to perform yoga
so that my curves can be defined,
so that I can shape my convexes and concaves.
I smile as bright as I can because probably those are my only visible curves.
I tell them how every time I sit to write
my pen curves on the pages
that are thumbed on the corners
so they seem curved too.
I begin by writing the first letter of the English language
and make slopes and valleys of this alphabet.
I form serpentines and swirling cyclones of my words,
I curve my 'S' to form into an infinity
so that I can hold on to him for as long.
I stretch my 'K' until the end of the earth
and make it look like a single leg shoulder stand.
And as I take all my alphabets,
I turn them from staff position to the plough position.
I make my words turn into Paschimotasna,
and my noun tries to perform Kundali.
My pronouns sit in vajrasana.
My similies stress themselves and flex,
while my metaphors curl into themselves and hide as Marichyasana.
When I am done,
my poems form themselves into Pindasana.
However,
I remain coverless,
as straight and sharp as the pen I use.
I remain 'Arjuna's' bow
so he directs me into my own self,
my own heritage
and I end up killing my Bhishma,
my self-respect.
Hence while my words perform yogasana,
I stand still in tadasana.
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 1:24 AM UTC
BEHOLD A PALE HORSE
Recall-quietly-the-hazy-days-where-I-didn’t-know-poisonous-berries-from-safe-ones.....
I hazarded a climb up the tallest tree
the ascent was genuflected as I recall.
The grove was perfect in its equanimity,
forcing my gaze to rest upon a single silver stallion.
For hours I watched
Oh, Primeval Traveler,
with your triumphant mane, silvered across horizon
echoing the lunar eclipse in your brilliance,
your muscles reminiscent of an anti-apocryphal steed
It’s flow showed the authenticity of nature
Here life proudly declared
Movement & Peace
And each of it’s components perfectly crafted in the Cosmic Forge
Look how its luminescent power survives the darkness
I thought this until a neural feedback loop formed,
“This is the beast that would have pulled Arjuna forth unto battle
As Krishna directed him in his dharma as a secondary event
to the arrival of natural perfection.”
As the day past to night,
the night brought forth darkness
And in the darkness I recognized a primal need of my own.
To evacuate all of the grunginess I felt brewing within my body.
I resolved the anguish in a moment of perfection.
A loss of self catalyzed through the release of wasted being
And I recall that as I came back into my being
the horse who had been so distant and yet so near
the one who I had borne divine witness to
galloped full stride in the trajectory of my lofty dwelling
As it passed under me
It......s.tum.-b.led-------->(^)ooooo,,,o,o,o,o,o,o,o,o,oo,0.
Through the most polluted of rancid berry waste I have ever let go of.
Its mane plastered to its leathery skin by my own liquid adhesive
It lay there
dying and breathless
among the wasteland, which came so inevitably from my bowels
now a haven for insects nestled and rotten, a temple of the naturally begotten child of life named “death,”
Or rather an impromptu and particularly gothic grave of a God who has received no worship and is now forgotten.
Feb 10, 2016
Feb 10, 2016 at 1:39 PM UTC
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^^^
you
why are you hiding ?
why are you dying ?
••
You
Dead child on the road
////
In the eternity of love
In the madness of disrespectfulness
As we worship only wealth and power
Look look !
I am come !
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In the splendor of revelation
Look look !
I am come
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Who are we ?
WHATEVER WE SAY
What do we want ?
WHAT WE WANT TO WANT !!
••
In the poverty of our poverty
We ask for it all and that's what we get
For god is righteous and merciful
And lo ! Look !
You have come
So now give me
What I want
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 10:44 PM UTC
Sayangku arjuna,
Kita tidak boleh bersama.
Bukan karena aku tak cinta.
Bukan karena kamu tak sempurna.
Atau aku tak bahagia.
Maaf arjuna,
"Tuhan kita berbeda."
Kata mereka sih begitu.
Padahal di agamaku, hanya satu.
Lalu aku bertanya tanya,
Memangnya Tuhan ada berapa ya?
Apakah hanya lima?
4200 allah, kata wikipedia?
Atau sebanyak bintang di sorga?
Tuhan yang lain itu apa?
Imajinasi fana?
Tahayul belaka?
Cerita mereka?
Arjunaku sayang,
Coba jawab aku yang tak paham.
Tuhanku yang gila?
Tuhanmu yang sinting?
Atau manusia yang sok waras?
Bukankah manusia mengelu-elukan sorga!
Kok enggan mati duluan?
May 9, 2019
May 9, 2019 at 3:26 AM UTC
Confronted by battle Arjuna disputes
But Krishna proposes more pious pursuits
Accepting one’s duty
With transient beauty
Concerned with right action but not with its fruits
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
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Oh
Oh Oh
Oh these
Holy Days
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Fire !
Fire !
The heart cannot explain
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Beasts of Burden !
making love
Tyrants shudder
The streets are raw with blood
••
golden chariots !
KRISHNA & ARJUNA !!!!!
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Coming down from above
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Dance --- YE fancy man !
She is
A coming closer !
She is always after you
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Well
Now
YE boys & girls
It Ain't over till it's Over
See the Fat Lady Rollin over
In the clover
And you
The designated Lover !
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With all the Flags a wavin
In the sky
Nov 10, 2015
Nov 10, 2015 at 12:27 AM UTC
The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight.
The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night.
Situations whirl around me.
Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan
Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras
Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired.
But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta.
Soft, eternal, and unshaken
Do what is necessary
Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava
Moments rise and fall
Karma spins its golden wheel.
In the center of it all
Like a flickering diya in the wind
Like Draupadi with folded hands
I stood… still.
Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired.
Until something touched me
Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light
Like the jyoti of Arunachala.
The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe.
It said:
When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action.
Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you.
When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad.
Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength.
So I bow
Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance.
I do not run after answers.
I do not ask the winds to calm.
I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence.
That ties duty to devotion.
Lets love carry its weight.
With no need for reward.
Apr 11, 2025
Apr 11, 2025 at 2:10 PM UTC
When I see a person
Any person
Someone I like, someone I don’t like
(More so even withe latter
For they show me aspects of myself
That I may not want to recognize
Posting a challenge to strengthen and grow)
I see the pain I am faced with
In seeing this, forces move in
With intent to heal
Break habit and soothe the patients,
Of the world
I am a psychologist
Because I recognize the potential in us all
To continuously become
Harmonize even in the tremor
Of pain, for even joy is an ailment
Constricting reason
Showing colours
more well maneuvered hidden ness
Yes, this is our battle
And like Arjuna, we must do it
With love, the force of compassion
Nov 21, 2020
Nov 21, 2020 at 9:36 AM UTC