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Indian Legends. The Legend of Triambakeshwar The supreme Lords, Brahma and Vishnu On that auspicious day were fighting for the highest milestone For honour Claiming Wisdom Voicing out their mighty combat impale At that very moment, a resplendant pillar Emerged, took form before them Standing tall into the skies and stooping low spearing the Earth. Brahma and Vishnu saw the pillar As an examiner of infinite Wisdom They both decided to find either end of the pillar to prove their supreme position. Brahma took form of a swan to find the topmost portion of the pillar Vishnu turns into a Boar, being the land's wild driller to discover the bottom part of this pillar. Brahma returns and lies to Vishnu "I Have Found My Goal, 'O Vishnu" Lord Vishnu surrenders with a humble heart A fruitless effortless failure. This pillar is no ordinary pillar The Legend holds it as the sacred Linga The Lord of Lords, the destroyer of Evil The three-eyed one, the blue-throated one Neelakanta,Shiva,Mrida,Rudra Dayakara,Hara,Maheshwara The Lord with 1008 titles of honour Ageless, timeless, formless, Limitless. Shiva cursed Brahma that day dusk **"Your foul deceit smells above this land, Brahmadev Punishment is a part of crime. You shall never be worshipped under the stone-carved. Temples shan't have place for you"** Brahma, enraged, growled upon the Lord **"Your greatness shall be pushed into this Earth Into the same pillar, the Linga! At the foot of Sahyradri, your abode lies from now, till forever comes."** Dear Fearless Devotee, know this that you must On the dark midnight of this hand-chosen day Maha Shivratri The Holy Linga takes form as the Lingodbhav Moorti At the blessed land of Triambakeshwara. From underneath the Earth, Like a descendant from the skies The ruler of the seven worlds Bhu, Bhuvas, Svar, Mahas, Janas, Tapas, Satya The invincible source of destruction Of the Seven Hells, Paatala *Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Rasaataala, Talatala, Mahaatala, The Patala.*

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Feb 27, 2014

Feb 27, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC

amrutha

As the Legend holds.

Indian Legends. The Legend of Triambakeshwar The supreme Lords, Brahma and Vishnu On that auspicious day were fighting for the highest milestone For honour Claiming Wisdom Voicing out their mighty combat impale At that very moment, a resplendant pillar Emerged, took form before them Standing tall into the skies and stooping low spearing the Earth. Brahma and Vishnu saw the pillar As an examiner of infinite Wisdom They both decided to find either end of the pillar to prove their supreme position. Brahma took form of a swan to find the topmost portion of the pillar Vishnu turns into a Boar, being the land's wild driller to discover the bottom part of this pillar. Brahma returns and lies to Vishnu "I Have Found My Goal, 'O Vishnu" Lord Vishnu surrenders with a humble heart A fruitless effortless failure. This pillar is no ordinary pillar The Legend holds it as the sacred Linga The Lord of Lords, the destroyer of Evil The three-eyed one, the blue-throated one Neelakanta,Shiva,Mrida,Rudra Dayakara,Hara,Maheshwara The Lord with 1008 titles of honour Ageless, timeless, formless, Limitless. Shiva cursed Brahma that day dusk **"Your foul deceit smells above this land, Brahmadev Punishment is a part of crime. You shall never be worshipped under the stone-carved. Temples shan't have place for you"** Brahma, enraged, growled upon the Lord **"Your greatness shall be pushed into this Earth Into the same pillar, the Linga! At the foot of Sahyradri, your abode lies from now, till forever comes."** Dear Fearless Devotee, know this that you must On the dark midnight of this hand-chosen day Maha Shivratri The Holy Linga takes form as the Lingodbhav Moorti At the blessed land of Triambakeshwara. From underneath the Earth, Like a descendant from the skies The ruler of the seven worlds Bhu, Bhuvas, Svar, Mahas, Janas, Tapas, Satya The invincible source of destruction Of the Seven Hells, Paatala *Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Rasaataala, Talatala, Mahaatala, The Patala.*

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Fragments of a trapdoor world A mystery bird The song he sings of the absurd My dream driller Reality killer Made of smoke and mirror Corridors with endless doors Each door hides something new A secret or two My dream driller Reality killer Made of smoke and mirror A kiss from the abyss I'm awake, Mind twisting like a snake Please remember all of this But only fragments remain Always the same My dream driller Reality killer Made of smoke and mirror

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Mar 13, 2013

Mar 13, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC

Nick-Moore

Dream Driller

Fragments of a trapdoor world A mystery bird The song he sings of the absurd My dream driller Reality killer Made of smoke and mirror Corridors with endless doors Each door hides something new A secret or two My dream driller Reality killer Made of smoke and mirror A kiss from the abyss I'm awake, Mind twisting like a snake Please remember all of this But only fragments remain Always the same My dream driller Reality killer Made of smoke and mirror

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Time is the biggest killer, time it makes no friends Time is really a disease, time it never mends Time is against us all, with pieces that time lends all the good times that we have. . well time then just pretends A little piece of happiness a shred of time that bends Time it just kills everything destruction is what time sends Time is a dictator it destroys all life in trends The only thing time does not **** it's time that never ends I wonder what's the point in life, when everything just dies Where there's life, there is hope, that's all a load of lies It doesn't matter about the lows or any of the highs Or all the times we have done well, with all of our hard tries Any good achievements, our gains and our great buys Because everything in the end is crushed between life's thighs Its just a struggle living, with to many stressful sighs And life itself is gaining ground, to many sad goodbyes Stalking you your whole life, time's an invisible killer Grinding pieces of your life, falling from time's miller Holes cutting through the ages, time's dying from life's driller And any of the good times, that's just life's sweet filler A predator throughout your life, time is a big blood spiller Just a silent murderer, your life's in time's cold chiller Time squeezes your life away like a strong rabid gorilla Life squashed beneath time's giant foot a community's crumbling pillar Into oblivion is where you'll go no matter how much strife Time is your true nemesis, not an obnoxious wife It's the same world over from England through to Fife Time will cut away your life like a big sharp carving knife So whatever you may do or wherever is your rife Time will take you in the end, time kills the point of life

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Sep 12, 2017

Sep 12, 2017 at 3:44 PM UTC

kirk

Time kills the point of life

Time is the biggest killer, time it makes no friends Time is really a disease, time it never mends Time is against us all, with pieces that time lends all the good times that we have. . well time then just pretends A little piece of happiness a shred of time that bends Time it just kills everything destruction is what time sends Time is a dictator it destroys all life in trends The only thing time does not **** it's time that never ends I wonder what's the point in life, when everything just dies Where there's life, there is hope, that's all a load of lies It doesn't matter about the lows or any of the highs Or all the times we have done well, with all of our hard tries Any good achievements, our gains and our great buys Because everything in the end is crushed between life's thighs Its just a struggle living, with to many stressful sighs And life itself is gaining ground, to many sad goodbyes Stalking you your whole life, time's an invisible killer Grinding pieces of your life, falling from time's miller Holes cutting through the ages, time's dying from life's driller And any of the good times, that's just life's sweet filler A predator throughout your life, time is a big blood spiller Just a silent murderer, your life's in time's cold chiller Time squeezes your life away like a strong rabid gorilla Life squashed beneath time's giant foot a community's crumbling pillar Into oblivion is where you'll go no matter how much strife Time is your true nemesis, not an obnoxious wife It's the same world over from England through to Fife Time will cut away your life like a big sharp carving knife So whatever you may do or wherever is your rife Time will take you in the end, time kills the point of life

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Suicide Hey don’t be weak do it , My thoughts hurt me sharper than The distance between me and her I got over her but forget to forget her It digs deeper than a borehole driller I cried in the mirror as I Pinched my ****** skin to feel alive Once again the first enemy on my list Came closer,my thoughts Slash that blade across your wrists I thought Have never loved so hard Never did I know love can be a twisted Destiny The pain inside of me made me loose my mind How can something so free something so gentle turn this venomous I over dosed on pills ,and any other sort of ecstasy stimulants to make me feel some kind of way My mind was jailed This was one hell of a prison that even Michael scorfield couldn’t break me out of I hated my life period But I hated it more that she was gone Tears would always stream down my cheeks My emotional cuts got deeper and deeper But I asked myself if I died today would she remember me tomorrow ?

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Feb 1, 2019

Feb 1, 2019 at 4:37 AM UTC

ClintonWrites

The ordeal of love

Suicide Hey don’t be weak do it , My thoughts hurt me sharper than The distance between me and her I got over her but forget to forget her It digs deeper than a borehole driller I cried in the mirror as I Pinched my ****** skin to feel alive Once again the first enemy on my list Came closer,my thoughts Slash that blade across your wrists I thought Have never loved so hard Never did I know love can be a twisted Destiny The pain inside of me made me loose my mind How can something so free something so gentle turn this venomous I over dosed on pills ,and any other sort of ecstasy stimulants to make me feel some kind of way My mind was jailed This was one hell of a prison that even Michael scorfield couldn’t break me out of I hated my life period But I hated it more that she was gone Tears would always stream down my cheeks My emotional cuts got deeper and deeper But I asked myself if I died today would she remember me tomorrow ?

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