"indra" poems
I believe in a universe where a sleepy eye opens existence...
a slowly drooping eyelid ushers it away.
I believe in a universe where Indra and the other Gods
churn the cosmic milk...
where Shiva does the eternal dance.
I believe in a universe where light is separate from darkness
and mankind is molded from a ball of divine ****
a breath, Be and it is.
I believe in a universe where Gaia watches as Cronus
devours her children until she gives him a stone...
and hides Zeus away.
I believe in a universe that expands
from a singularity of infinitely dense potentiality
less than a speck,
to our cosmos immeasurable in scale.
I believe in a universe where Lao Tuz hands a guard
a little book of wisdom
before disappearing into the mountains
where the sages go.
I believe in a universe where Siddhartha contemplates emptiness
and feels the winds of eternity
whistling through his soul.
I believe in a universe where E=Mc2.
I believe in a universe where an old man lights the first holy fire
and describes the war between light and goodness
vs darkness and evil.
I believe in a universe where the earth and moon,
and all the planets go round the sun...
in a galaxy carrying us
dancing a waltz
we can only catch glimpses of.
I believe in a universe where "Know Thyself"
is revered as a deep truth.
I believe in a universe where
an unexamined life is not worth living.
I believe in a universe where the words of a carpenter
are a true path.
I believe in a universe where an illiterate man is commanded
Read!... a burning coal upon the lips.
I believe in a universe where every God and Goddess
exist, each in their own heaven...
each in their own hell.
I believe in a universe where there are no gods or goddesses
only the relentless laws of matter, energy and gravity.
I believe in a universe where everything is mathematics.
I believe in a universe where everything is holy
I believe in a universe where everything in profane.
I believe in a universe where everything is a simulation.
I believe in a universe where everything is ****** in nature.
I believe in a universe where everything is stimulation.
I believe in a universe where the hoochie *******
is what its all about.
I believe in the universe.
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC
"Begin to work with the Net of Light," they say, **"by thinking of a vast lighted fishing net spread over the earth and stretching into the distance, as far as your eyes can see. This is the great Net of Light that will support the earth and all life on this planet during the times of change that have come. The Net of Life covers the earth from above, it covers it from below, and it bisects the earth like a great grid-penetrating, holding, and touching everything. This is the Net of Light that will hold the earth while the energies of yin and yang shift. And they will shift,"** the Grandmothers say; **"the change has already begun.
"Walk forward and take your place on the Net of Light. Somewhere where two of the strands come together forming an 'x' or a 't' is a place that will feel just right for you. Walk forward and take your place there. Here you can rest and allow the Net of Light to hold and support you while at the same time you support it.
"We have many times told you that the Net of Light is lit by the jewel of the heart. This is true,"** the Grandmothers say. **"Experience now as the radiant jewel of your own heart begins to open and broadcast its light along the strands of the Net. Every person who works with the Net of Light is linked in light with others who also work with it. Experience your union with people all over the glove who are now connected by the Net of Light. Some of them call it a Web of Light, some call it a lighted grid, some call it Indra's net, but whatever they call it, it is the same construct. This is the Net of Light that will hold the earth steady during these times of change that are upon you.
"As you call on the Net and find your place on it,"** they say, **"think of receiving and sending light throughout this vast network. And as you think this thought, instantly your energy will follow it, and you will feel the Net of Light working in you and through you.
"Experience your union with us and with all those who work with us. There are thousands of you all over the earth. Also experience your union with the sacred and holy places on this planet and the sacred and holy beings that have come at this time to avert the catastrophe that looms over the earth-the great saints, sages and avatars that have come now and gladly give their lives in service. Experience your union also with those of good heart who seek the highest good for life on earth. Know and feel the power of this union and let your body experience this force of and for good.
"Once you have strongly felt this power, begin to cast the Net of Light to those who do not know about it. Cast wherever there is suffering on earth,"** the say, **"to human beings, to animals, to conditions of every kind, to all forms of life, and to Mother Earth herself. Cast also to people who are longing to serve, but have not yet found a way to access the Divine and as you cast the Net of Light, many who have until this moment been asleep to the fundamental connection we all share, will begin to awaken and feel the spark of divinity within themselves coming to life. Now ask the radiant Net of Light to hold all life in its embrace and know that each time you work like this, you are adding to the reach and power of the great Net.
"Cast the Net to all women and men everywhere,"** they say. "Cast to the leaders of this world to remind them that they are a precious part of the Net of Light that holds and supports life. Cast to the animal kingdom, asking that every animal receive what it most needs. Cast to the plant kingdom and to the mineral kingdom as well. Cast to everything that lives," the Grandmothers say, "and when you have done this, ask, 'May everyone in all the worlds be happy.'
Dec 2, 2014
Dec 2, 2014 at 6:16 AM UTC
On watching Indian Polity
Such was my country twenty-one Summers ago
In a starry night I ,with my wife Prema young
Walked along the road of midnight Mysore slow
As snow veil clad chilling breeze rippled along.
No ****** , drunkard, rowdy, as hyenas did draw
No clique with camera to strip or **** did throng
An auto -driver so friendly took us to a lodge; so
Gladly with son Sudev we enjoyed Dassara song .
Now, in every city , I fancy , Sahasralinga’s attacks
From Bars with bars such barbarians may pounce
As executive dread such law-breakers to punish.
Political aspirants languid sit in and pronounce
In Parliament to protect the culprits from barracks
Deceiving democrats and putting them in anguish.
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Note: Prema: name of wife; Sudev: name of baby(son). Sahasralinga: nickname of Indra /Devendra.(King of Devas who live in luxury. Parliament: the legislative building. Mysore: the city in Karnataka,India former capital of Mysore kings. Dassara:a state festival in Karnataka,
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 6:37 AM UTC
I fell short of matching all of the stars in space with the raindrops that made its way to Earth
Instead, I matched the stars in your eyes with the old pain's last breath and otherworldly love's first
The clouds have opened back up for business, booming thunder and zooming lightning
Somewhere there, the flash of your smile
The beat of your heart
The coolness of your waters that quench my thirst for you
It's natural to look at nature au naturale
Like Italians and Nigerians talking with hands as expressive as Deaf lovers relay romantic verses
Clear, nimble fingers that massage my soul within the cumulonimbus and nimbostratus
Fueling, flooding, fostering the gods' apparatus
You
The final form of unfinished paintings
Give birth to worthwhile wishful thinking
On my mind like taxes and teacher's lesson plans
A soft brush adjusting to the sky's new hues kissed like ones we've missed or knew
A masterpiece in pieces of Vishnu's vision for when he returns to look for Lakshmi
Hopefully time will not be Shiva to end this for me
How does it feel to be adored by Indra, when showers descend and drench the deepest ditches to force creation of drawbridges for those dire to cross your path again?
- Ifeanyi N. Okoro II © 2021
Jul 6, 2021
Jul 6, 2021 at 5:00 AM UTC
awakened cows chewing
a mountain pass
dawn warms their massive eyelash rows
clinging drops of dew
spark in rhythm with the cud
darkness rumbles distant now
clouds dispersed to other nights
while metaphoric bull unhinged resounds
the cosmic rut
must i hide my love for this
unweave my judgment from my sight?
what in me defies all sacred holiness forever sung?
bees will ravish even newly opened buds
who am i to battle with the lightning's surge?
presumtuous coverings
can net me willing lustful
stars i see a field i open fertile
ecstaticly unblessed enough
lost heroic i had thought to know
pretends a second thrum
i see in random eyes the breaking sky
and lightning branches over snaking crevices
a sound of faultlines folding free
tectonic sexplay deep
in lava belly
far behind the summit mount--
there i see the sun a base as well
earthen seedbeds heating heights of life
space is cracked!
vast width enwombs the narrowness i preen
in nervure's shine,
a sponge mycelial with soak of raining
carbon underground
the drumming hoofbeats shake and settle
days dehiscing spinning sun
to somber eve in active rest
dreaming pasture real
within a trailing effort's ease
Oct 1, 2013
Oct 1, 2013 at 9:52 PM UTC
1
we ran outside
gathering the hailstones
before they could return
to rain
2
spring thunder storms
refreshed the
runoff ponds
the spring peepers
chorus chirps
3
soon, to be Indra, Lord of Heaven,
the God of War as well as Storms and Rainfall,
starter of war
a war which shall engulf
the planet and
perish all
4
in solid,
ice
which shall melt
and drown the littoral lands
lands peopled in the
billions
and so shall follow
disease plague typhus dysentery
death
in its many shapes and sizes
5
in drops
flows from your eye
6
according to religion
holy water
May 11, 2012
May 11, 2012 at 10:27 AM UTC
The paradox of eros mixed with the half-smiling
severe practice of self-discipline of avoiding all forms of indulgence...
Tandava, like the corner of the triangle is undoing the center
Rather burn it all and begin anew then save the system manifesting through this
relationship of : Form and Action
Announcing the difference between desire and duty
Kama and Dharmma,
based in Samsara,
ascension through action-based
relinquished like Karma
But Is he really an Ascetic….
Why then does Siva enter the forest naked with a ***** *****
Is he really an ******
Why then did Siva set fire to kama, indigo weapon, third eye flame?
or was it the other gods that sent him to blame...
Without problems, the contradictory roles seen as whole
in the face of the Holy howling storms, rudra, indra seen in forms
Meditative, bubbling passion sitting still
sacred Dharmma and unattached passion
relates to his skin blue, from that one time
he drank the demon poison to keep his kin coo’
Gangadhara the river was born of your thoughts
running steadily like the state of the freedom
you tantricly embody
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Sometimes a pleasant shower and sometimes show her power;
Up to the expectation of someone or becoming a curse for someone;
Many feelings many reactions for the same drops by the same people;
Ask a trader whose skin pores are dry after a long time, how happy he is?
Ask a farmer who watered his young grains last night, where his smile is?
How can be you so unexpected so partial, to give joy and sorrow;
When the cold breeze blow sprinkling the droplets of water;
Lady of the house standing by the window letting her hair go;
With a dancing heart like a peacock, wishing to get dissolve in air like sugar in water;
But what about those droplets which became bullets for a Fishermans cottage;
Oh! Lord Indra are you unaware from the pain and vain of earth;
Sitting in nirvana are your blessings forgotten to be at right time;
Why there are floods and drought faces of yours;
Why can’t you be always symbol of joy and satisfaction?
Joy that a child feels in facing towards raining sky;
Rain oh! Rain don’t make us wait, is this our fate?
Questions sweated bodies looking towards the sky;
Sun overhead, shining mercilessly, extracting water of earth;
Farmer sitting with bending knees can’t even spot a single cloud;
Lands and roads are as dry as faces of people, asking the same question;
All hells and heavens reside here only;
Goods and bads, joys and sorrows, gifts and penalties;
Nothing is in hand of anyone, none can stand against divine powers;
Good and evil happens because god wanted them to happen;
It’s all written somewhere, by someone, for everyone, "MAKTUB"
Oct 18, 2010
Oct 18, 2010 at 8:59 PM UTC
We are a tuning fork let
Tingle, spewing off in crests
Of interference,
Concentric circles met
Mingle, in rippled patterns; lest
We sink our pebble cupped hands,
Tiny polished eggs spackled
With inference,
And us, but mere cosmic sand
And gravity’s weak shackle
My wrist to beddings iron frame,
As the evening chirps quiet; chisel
Through indifference,
My marble block, blown by flame
Reduced to dust and grainy gristle
Feb 10, 2014
Feb 10, 2014 at 10:25 PM UTC
Indra's wrath descended on Earth.
mighty thunder wrecked the skies
while scary lightning gave onlookers the creeps
it rained from above and chocolate ran in the streets.
Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 12:23 PM UTC
love woke--
and broke into
dawn.
walking barefoot
on grass, trampling the
rising stadium-distillates
of dewy beads.
sparks to her heels, many-winged
as leafs to a tree.
Indra's ****** mistress,
recalcitrant glory
hound.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 1:09 PM UTC
Mass, weight, inertial potential
universally networking
all
into Indra's
bejeweled net.
Apr 17, 2012
Apr 17, 2012 at 1:11 AM UTC
THE DOWRY WAS FOR FUTURE WIFE AND LIFE,
IT DID NOT GUARANTEE SUCCESS FOR YOU AND ME,
I COULD GIVE YOU SOME ADVICE - IT WOULD BE NICE
TO KNOW WHEN THEIR THROWING SHOES AND RICE,
GOD WILL PROVIDE AND COVER IF YOU HELP YOURSELF,
DO NOT RELY ON DESTINY OR THE BEING OF ANOTHER;
YOU MUST RE-INVENT EVERY DAY AND THEN PRAY
THAT THERE'S SOMETHING POSITIVE TO SAY,
TAKE HEED OF PLEASURE AND LEISURE FOREVER,
NOT IN PASSING BUT TO BE DONE WITHOUT ASKING,
YOU HAVE BEEN GIVEN KEYS, SO USE THEM,
NOT JUST TO KEEP THINGS IN PLACE BUT TO OPEN
HEARTS AND MINDS AND CLEVERNESS THAT BINDS,
BE AHEAD, BECAUSE FORTUNE HAS MANY KINDS.
Mar 13, 2016
Mar 13, 2016 at 3:37 PM UTC
you could travel to india.
you could hop on a plane
and end up something like
10,000 miles away from here
in the middle of the rain forest
overlooking a beautiful waterfall,
the mist kissing your cheeks just
the perfect amount to remind you
that you're loved by Mother Earth.
you could do that. sure, you could do that.
or you could dig a really big hole,
i'm talking about a massive hole
that you could start to climb down in
and work towards reaching the center of the earth,
running into all sorts of mythical creatures:
demons and demigods, demogorgons and dugtrio.
you could get way way deep down there
and find that in the center of it all is
Indra's net, and all of a sudden
everything in the universe makes sense.
and it would make sense. and you'd be right.
or you could realize it all
right here and right now.
you could understand that
going anywhere out there
really doesn't take you anywhere.
you could see that by going anywhere
you prove that you don't quite understand
the point of what you are doing.
you're putting lipstick on a pig.
you're restating the directions
instead of just following them.
"Bake the cake at 450 for 10 minutes" becomes
"Cook the pastry one degree above 449 for 600 seconds."
the truth is that you've got every right to do that.
it's just that one way or another
you don't eat unless the cake gets baked,
and it doesn't matter how many ways you read the instructions,
you've still gotta put it in the oven and wait.
Jul 16, 2018
Jul 16, 2018 at 9:46 PM UTC
melancholy wind
moans off the hilltop
grass responds in rhythm
clouds wheel across the landscape
leaving figment message
along the ground
bring visions to mind
which aren’t even mine
change unlike time
moves back and forward
the myth of now
shapes history past
fates arise in retrospect
regret is futures toil
chaotic blows the sand
when scene inside the storm
remove yourself
to see yourself
the patterns that are borne
the flow and ebb
that has no care
to minuscule endeavors
yet we knit and purl
at Indra's net
unconscious to
the state of grace
to which we aim
unerring
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:33 PM UTC
her arms flew
open in a graduation
of space.
as Indra's Net of Jewels
streamed the spectrum
across her intricate surges
of henna.
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 1:52 PM UTC
Four of them thirteen times lashed this land
and three; As the skies wept over
our sullied homes, heart rending in Indra's roar,
teary eyed, wearily waited these desolate gates:
Where the cove that shelters you in rain?
Whiplash on our backs, the mid-season
Mantharas, we who sent jasmine Janaki's feet
to the thorn-laden paths of the jungles deep,
where dwell the soul-snatchers vile;
By the fires of the winter, storms raged,
when word came of her loss;
As the quarters wailed thumping their chests;
Was this why we brought forth the Sesha down,
to keep vigils under the wind's unending flutter?
Folorn with every leaf falling into the Sarayu,
shrunk now to a stream in the burning pangs
of this earth for the touch of your feet,
this holy night, when we await you
with rows of lamps, that now swells in spate:
prince of our hearts, woe begot for all times,
that we sent you to the bush on the night
of your ascension. Now the heavens hymn
bursting forth in joy, that you are with us,
withered, fatherless this Raghu realm!
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
haggard hare hopping haphazardly through the haze high off hypocrisy and hilarity - hunched hyena cackling to hit the heights of his hands
miss mary mac mac mac, all dressed in black liquid lining the white of glistening eyes that encircle pooling pupils pointed with poisonous precision at their pulsing partner.
pass me your excuses,
I've grown starving hungry and stark-raving mad.
pin the knife on my back and call me lover, you liar,
I'll lean into your dagger and sing back with laughter.
misdirected malicious intent positioned on the bull's eye of your chest,
sink another three arrows into the target and dance round the corpse in victory with shaky knees,
sprinkling suspicion onto sapling trees stunting growth in both directions,
suspended air in leaves swings over my early grave graven with images of Indra.
stave off sympathy with a tall glass of cyanide,
sinister smirk slinks onto your face through the fissure cracked at the cornered sides of the mouth.
leisurely lies are boiling over the brim spilling tar onto the floor,
curdling to mold
decompose the muffled mystery
muttered by dubbed-over lips -
can you decode the silent spaces to glimpse
the ugly truth?
Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 10:28 PM UTC
The wonderful, vivid mystery of the night
Wants us to love it. The blackbird singing
In the shimmering sigh of evening
Doesn't know the prisons we built
When we set ourselves apart from the clouds
And the dew and the thundering rivers.
If she does, she sings all the same.
The earth goes on, falling in love with the sky
Day after day, over and over again,
Inviting us into the hope of each new sunrise.
The ancient trees whisper their stories
Of Brahma's great eye opening and closing,
Of Indra's jewels glittering away in some
Giant, starry web, and it's a gift, all of it,
Held together by threads of breath and light.
Even if it is all you can do
To breathe, to be, among all this:
The light will find you, dear one, and
You are the opposite of alone.
Mar 22, 2016
Mar 22, 2016 at 6:16 AM UTC
i was disconnected from your umbrella,
as we strolled
like organist thumbs akimbo
over octaves of impenetrable silences
that lay as shells at our feet, unperturbed.
your free hand, bound to mine.
enslaved to the pendulum
of our quietous
tandem.
we note the long shadows swaying in the corona of emerging contrasts... we go arm in arm now...inhaling the fumes
of our unspoken truce. reveling in the sanctity of our bond
without losing a thread in our poncho
to a snag in the deluge.... or raindrop teeth.
we continue in our way.
conjoined in our congenial orbits.
disrobed from the
inside-out.
two columns of mute serenity...
stalled where the bridge
and the railing; conspire to frame the stream below
with the moment of our pregnant
pause.
as seen from ground zero in a cataract
of awe and epiphany.
the mist from stones dashing about like trout
draping our skin in flecks of Indra and glass spider eyes
laughing at all our jokes, before the punchline
finds your Abbot
to Costello.
we are drenched in a thousand specks of mirror.
with tide pools in our crows'feet... and all
the continuum of glory...
the unvarnished fathoms of our symbiosis
and the dignity of our invulnerable
Haj to the Mecca of our Peace.
II
i was disconnected from your umbrella
as you never believed in -
having one.
so i embrace precipitation
with all the ****** delight
of a pagan in the company
of His oracle.
your antlers
shedding skin
and divine.
my spirit
dwelling
in a
jar
full of fireflies.
for true.
Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 3:04 AM UTC
From time immemorial
Its women, who have been supressed,
Its high time
For them to be addressed.
Men are humans too
Its not always a woman’s fault
We need to change this mindset,
Which has been set as default.
From GHUNGATS to SHORTS
Why are girls always blamed?
From RAPES to EVE TEASING
Why are they always put to blame?
From administration till army
Everywhere they are
Still at the night
Safety is a thing very far.
From Sakshi Malik to Chanda Koecher
From Indra Nooyi to Hima Das
Why are women always scepticiced
And not treated as something “KHAAS”? I know just writing poems or giving speeches,
Wont make a difference any day,
But a step ahead is always better than a pause,
In a race towards equality, it may create a new way?
We as women should rise
Not our voices, but intellect,
We as women should fight
Not for short dresses, but for correcting societies defect.
Before any man’s support,
Vow to stand by each other first,
Along with being during the best,
Also promote each other during their worst.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 11:29 AM UTC
Plethora of talents plunged in
yet HUMILITY personified...
Timer, a need to punch her timely counters
On wits, she hears… HUMOUR is an armour !!
Acted as “Indra” in school play , but she’s “Karna’ in disguise
Plea for a flower , surprise awaits , With garden of flowers
GENEROSITY is not a mere play !!
Stormy restless minds, Feels at ease and peace
With an ear to her words , A testimony from me, too
She's a SOOTHER by nature !!
Drawing painting singing Instrumental and vocal
All safe in her hands... No doubt she's a Nightingale's
MULTI SKILLED sister!!
Thick or thin , bestie or not , Enjoy absolute care and support
Yet. she calls a ***** a ***** No matter who is who..
FEARLESS in voicing truth !
Chartered accountant in very first strike, a rarity in records
A glowing crown on charming queen
She’s BEAUTY WITH BRAINS!!
A part and parcel of NCC uniform that marched Rajpath R-Day parade
Monumental and enviable moment , Yet , devoid of any enemies
She is sincerely BELOVED!!
Few words of what she is …… And who she is ....
As no hymns she sings on her , yet misses no chance to praise others
A MOTIVATOR quite always !!
A BOLD GIRL... class lady with elegance and integrity
Standing firm on her views.. … Can bear no other name...
Than ……….HARINI …..!!
( From flash back memories of
Rajini & kavitha)
Jun 17, 2021
Jun 17, 2021 at 11:20 AM UTC