"karana" 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
Hapa ndipo umenifikisha
Umalenga na ujopo
Wa kiingereza tulimudu
lakini kiswahili kitamu
**** la mama litamu
Hata liwe la mbwa
Kimombo kilaini majineno
Kama mayai ya johari
Kuangaza mitima halaiki
Namshukuru Rabuka
Kwa talanta ya kuandika
Tukaumba kwa maneno
Waumbaji nikawaunga
Kama yeye Mungu,
Nguvu za maneno kat'tunukia
Uwezo wa karana hii
Kuwateka akilizo
Nyika na mito kuwavusha
Hadi sayari za ndoto zao
Uswahilini narudi mie
Kitamu kwelikweli
Nashukuru Maulana
Kipaji nilipata
Naye ataniauni
Dau langu lifike kilindini
Nitue kileleni
Niangaze kama Zuhura
Hapa ndipo nimefika
Umalenga na ujopo
N'taukumbatia milele
Kwa Kiswahili na kimombo
Mitima zao kusisimua.
Jan 6, 2016
Jan 6, 2016 at 8:03 AM UTC
Tera yu mere paas aana ,
Aapne pyaar ka ehssas karana ,
Yaad hai mujhe!
Meri aanko Mei doob Jana,
Yu Tera mere maate ko chumna ,
Yaad hai mujhe!
Mujh par aapna haq jatana,
Mere karib aakar mere ruh ko chu Jana
Meri hooto ki laali churana,
Yaad hai mujhe!
Ki, Meri jiid ko Puri karna,
Meri nadaniyu se pyaar karna,
Yaad hai mujhe!
Mere rutne pe Tera mujhe manana,
Meri sadgi pe yu Tera fida ** Jana,
Yaad hai mujhe!
Teri sari baate yaad hai mujhe,
Lekin bas itna batana,
Kya ,ab bhi Mei yaad hu tujhe?
Apr 8, 2020
Apr 8, 2020 at 7:03 AM UTC
10,000 steps to a poem
<~>
walk to save my visions, my subterfuge-self, trying to
encapsulate the moments, seconds of nano-instances of a
tableau of histories, of actions becoming interactions,
a physical mitosis, ground into one human paste of word-cells
by a singular mortar and pestle that more than blends, but condenses
walk in Whitman’s footsteps, prowl old cobbled
streets seeing them anew, listening to the patois
of each skyward pathway, a commingling of
catechisms, Tefilot, Salah, Stuti Karana, into a stampede becoming a tornado funnel of a multivariate alphabets singularity - a prayer|poem returning to birth-mother
rush homeward desperate to retain the holy mess of verbal music,
before aged eyes release the visions, into a heavenly lost but found
depot of single lefty gloves, snatches and refrains, hymnals, phrases,
10,000 preservation band steps keeping but scraps, weeping
for the so much lost, yet blessing-uttering thankful for this one,
to a one
*who has kept us alive, sustained us, and brought us to
this moment, to this season.*
4/4/21
1:50pm
~writ by night, daylight born~
Apr 4, 2021
Apr 4, 2021 at 1:57 PM UTC
.Ricaraḍa- rāja ḍākaṭara
Rājū Rājū
~~~
Mērā pi'āra🦋
Vi'akatīgata rūpa vica
mainū pi'āra karana la'ī
Vi'akatīgata taura
tē tuhāḍē
dila dē nāla hai
Āpaṇē mana nāla
mainū pi'āra karō
paṇī rūha nāla,
mainū pi'āra karō.
Sirapha mainū pi'āra karō
Bināṁ śarama dē pi'āra karō
Mainū pi'āra karanā pāpī
nahīṁ hai❤️🦋
Kī iha prēma kavitā śaramanāka hai?
Tuhāḍē nāla pi'āra karana nāla kō'ī savaraga nārāza nahīṁ hudā.
Maiṁ tuhānū bahuta pi'āra karadā hāṁ maiṁ tuhāḍē bagaira
mara jāndā hāṁ.
Mainū pi'āra karana di'ō
Rājū raajoo🦋
~
❤️By; Karijinbba🦋
Aug 3, 2021
Aug 3, 2021 at 10:04 PM UTC
baat wo jaani pehchaani thi,
school ki wo kahani thi.
subah uthke wo school ko jaana,
waha jate hi teacher ki daant khaana.
class mein chhup ke tiffin khaana,
or har galti par naya bahana.
class mein roz halla karana,
or galti khud ki pe dost ko fasana.
fir chup2 ke dost ko hasana,
usse kehna zara chehra toh dikhana.
pal haseen ye kahin gum se gaye,
ab hum sab alag hogye.
class wo humari ek kamra ban gyi,
or baatein humari yaadein ban gyi.
firse doston ka mela hum lagaynge,
par wo school ke din waaps na aynge.
Riya
Sep 28, 2018
Sep 28, 2018 at 6:12 AM UTC
A bard ran fleet of foot across the bridges
That span the mighty trees of Greater Fay,
To keep a tryst to meet his fairy mistress
And strum his lyre, delivering his lay:
*"Oh maiden of the forest, thou are sweetest
Of all the maids of thine, the fairest race;
Thy eyes are wisps of greater lightstone riches,
Thou sets my heart to beat at Selo's pace.
If I should roam from Everfrost to Freeport,
From Qeynos Hills through all Karana fields,
No one shall ever keep thee from mine own thoughts,
For love of thee my heart forever wields."*
She looked upon her minstrel with a sadness
And told him that their love could never be,
She closed her eyes and left him in the darkness
To mourn for e'er the love he could not see.
He searched afar to find her wisp eyes gleaming,
He slaughtered all who dared impede his stride;
He marched to Crushbone where the Orcs were screaming,
But none could stand before his Elvish pride.
Until one day he chanced upon a river
And saw his maiden swimming in the flow,
His song was lost within the water's murmer
And diving in, his head was ****** below.
He floundered as the currents gripped him firmly,
And rocks appeared to smash his flailing limbs;
He felt a darkness take him with a warmly
Caress, and heard a choir of Faydark hymns.
He woke upon the bank beside the water
And met her eyes of gleaming wisp-filled light,
And thus the tale of bard and forest daughter
Is told to children each and every night.
Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 11:53 AM UTC
Shikwa to bas ek bahana tha...
Tujhe mera dil hi jalana tha...
Kashish ranjish yun banti gayi...
Kehne ko to ek fasana tha. ...
Pal Pal tujh par hi lutana tha
Meri zeest se yeh hi karana tha
Meri rooh par chaya hua tha jo
Saanson ka wohi tarana tha
Teri chaah ko apna banana tha
Meri koshish ka woh nishana tha
Teri zid ka zarb magar mujh par
Jo pada to bas qatilana tha...
Nibha lo rasm e kafan ki ab
Anjaam e wafa yun sikhana tha....
Bejaan sa **** yun pada hai ab.....
Ke "Ain" e arz hi ab thikana tha....
Sep 9, 2020
Sep 9, 2020 at 7:00 AM UTC