"lakshmi" poems
Maa ki mamta ko dekh maut v
aage se hat jati hai
gar maa apmanit hoti
dharti ki chaati fat jaati hai
ghar ko pura jeevan dekar
bechari maa kya pati hai
rukha sukha kha leti hai
paani *** kar soo jati hai
Jo maa jaisi devi ghar ke
mandir me nahi rakh sakte hai
wo lakho punya bhale kar le
inshan nahi ban sakte hai
maa jisko v jal de-de
wo paudha sandal ban jata hai
maa ke charno ko chukar paani
Gangajal ban jata hai
Maa ke anchal ne yugo-yugo se
Bhagwano ko pala hai
maa ke charno me jannat hai
Girijaghar aur Shivala hai
Himgiri jaisi unchai hai
sagar jaisi gahrai hai
dunia me jitni khushboo hai
maa ke anchal se aaye hai
Maa kabira ki sakhi hai
maa tulsi ki chaupai hai
meerabai ki padawali
khusru ki amar rubai hai
maa angan ki tulsi jaisi
pawan bargad ki chaya hai
maa ved richao ki garima
maa mahakavya ki maya hai
Maa maansarovar mamta ka
maa gomukh ki unchai hai
maa parivaro ka sangam hai
maa rishto ki gahrai hai
maa hari dubh hai dharti ki
maa keshar wali kyari hai
maa ki upma kewal maa hai
maa har ghar ki phulwari hai
Saato sur nartan karte jab
koi maa lori gaati hai
maa jis roti ko chu leti hai
wo prasad ban jati hai
maa hasti hai to dharti ka
jarra-jarra muskata hai
dekho to dur kshtiz ambar
dharti ko sheesh jhukata hai
Mana mere ghar ki deewaro me
chanda si murat hai
par mere man ke mandir me
bas kewal maa ki murat hai
maa saraswati lakshmi durga
ansuya mariyam sita hai
maa pawanta me ramcharit
manas me bhagwat geeta hai
Amma teri har baat mujhe
vardaan se badhkar lagti hai
he Maa teri surat mujhko
bhagwan se badhkar lagti hai
saare teerath ke punya jaha
mai un charno me leta hu
jinke koi santan nahi
mai un maawo ka beta hu
Har ghar me Maa ki puja **
Aisa sankalp uthata hu
Mai dunia ki har maa ke
Charno me ye sheesh jhukata hu.....
Aug 6, 2015
Aug 6, 2015 at 3:35 AM UTC
MAA
Maa mamta ki phool hai,
maa pyaar ka samundar hai,
badal de dhukh ko bhi sukh mein,
Maa ke andar karuna ka wo bhandar hai,
Maa duniya ki janani hai,
Maa surya ki raushani hai ,
jinke paas maa hai wo nirdhan nahi ,kyoki
maa wo khushio ki lakshmi hai,
Maa in othon ki muskurahat hai,
Maa baccho ki taqdeer hai ,
Maa hai hamare path nirmata ,
maa us devi ki tasveer hai ,
PITA
Pita ghar ka anushashan hai,
pita maa ka sindoor hai,
baccho ko sahi galat ki siksha dene wale ,
pita Wo shikshak ki tasveer hai ,
pita ghar ka maan hai ,
Pita us devta saman hai ,
baccho ke bhavishya ujwal karne wala ,
Pita wo takatwar vartamaan hai,
Pita maa ki muskurahat hai ,
Pita maa ki bindiya hai ,
jahan bashta baccho ka jahan,
Pita ghar ki wo khushia hai ,
maat pita jinke paas wo sabse dhani hai,
na ** kabhi inhe dukh ye pran hume karni hai,
inka Sahara bankar kare inka samman ,
yehi hamare pooja yahi hamare bhagwaan..
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 7:56 PM UTC
My body is a temple
My bleeding is divine
My womanhood is spiritual
In ways that an intolerant devotee like you cannot understand
So when you barr me from entering Sabarimala
Remember that you can't stop a goddess
Saraswati is wise but her rage is wild and merciless
Lakshmi will create earthquakes that will devastate
Durga will pierce your heart with her spear
Parvathi will leave her abode and run into the streets
Kali will destroy you in unimaginable ways
They reside within us
We will cut our feet on your shattered glass
We will shout till our voices become hoarse
An army of neglected women will create a tsunami
Till you're on your back, crying
Till you give up your apparent 'religion-saving'
Helpless, wailing
And bleeding
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 1:33 AM UTC
Oh! mother where are the snow falls of yester years?
Where are the great king Ashoka and the world master Sankaracharya?
Where is the ujjayani that was immersed in the literary effluence of
The great dramatist Kalidasa?
Where is the light that shone from the piercing eyes of the warrior
Queen Rudrama Devi and the Goddess Durga?
Where are the snow falls of yester years?
Where is the buzzing sound of the bees that came from the corridors
Of the great king Shajahan? Where are the echoing sounds of the war monger
The sword Thikkana?Where is the gallooping white horse climbed by the unconquerable warrior queen of Jhansi Lakshmi Bai?
Where are the snow falls of yester years?
Where is the fire that emanated from the broad shoulders of
The inimitable king and connoisseur of art, Sree Krishna devaraya?
What happened to the living breaths of Balachandra, the young warrior
And brahmanaya, The great warrior and social reformer?
Where are the snow falls of yester years?
Where are the kings, the great poets, the warriors, the chaste queens?
Where have they gone?
Where are the foot prints of the golden wings of time that fanned and fled?
Oh! Mother, Where are the snow falls of yester years? Where are the snow falls of yester years?
Sep 25, 2011
Sep 25, 2011 at 1:10 PM UTC
Wait before you start thinking,
You should wait and complete this reading,
Can it not be a tool for worshiping?
Inspiring idols of deities like Durgā,
You feel so cared for by their motherliness,
Can you otherwise visualise an imaginary God?
Teachings from the idols of Saraswati,
You get connected to a Goddess's wisdom,
Where else you'd rather gain blessings from?
Wealth from the idols of Lakshmi,
You gain financial security & confidence,
Or is imagining a formless promoter God easy?
Cutest idols of deities like Gaņeshã,
You will love a naughty deity Bãl Krshņã,
Why should you not use idols for worshiping?
Mature idols of deities like Šiva,
You would feel them bestowing their calm,
Should it not be fun visualising them?
Statues are made with dedicated love,
They all invite such respectful admiration,
How would you ever feel the hatred?
I am aware that none of these idols is God,
Neither stones nor pictures can be Gods.
But what bad is a peaceful polytheism?
Do not please be jealous of their art,
And do not hate idol worshipers.
Feel confident and so peaceful,
Try worshiping stone idols.
Sep 10, 2016
Sep 10, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
God loves, sustains
and protects
all of His devotees
regardless of the
name chosen
to praise Him
inside my global prayer wheel
all the names of God
are humming
I am Allah, I am Jesus
I am Krishna, I am Buddha
I am Jehova, I am Jah,
I am Durga, I am Ahura Mazda
I am Quan Yin, I am Mother Mary,
I am Lakshmi, I am Shiva, I am Brahma
I am, I am, I am, I am, I am, I am....
...................You
Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
Only the eyes remain as they were.
The rest of her face is ravaged
by acid. Acid thrown by two
boys on a cycle. Just
another dare.
She combs her long hair carefully. Plaits it
neatly away from her face. No curtain of hair
to hide behind. Puts a bindi in the battleground
of keloids, scars and uncooked skin. She wears
them well.
The boys genuflect in a temple, mothers kissing
saffron kerchief covered heads
before they gel their hair
and go on another prowl. This is what
men do, you see.
Lakshmi puts another layer
of cream on her burns and then stands
behind a beauty counter selling bindis
and lipsticks to girls with unblemished faces,
like their eyes. Like her eyes.
Mar 8, 2016
Mar 8, 2016 at 4:32 AM UTC
A child wakes up , to mosquito bites,
and Christ-on-a-bike-it’s-diwali , the fiesta of lights.
the welcome vibes of halcyon tarried
as hugs and gifts and smiles are carried,
and waving her wrinkles mid-air ,daadi
says today! god , to his land was ferried.
Afar, the bronze herald of worship time,
the temple bell goes off in a celestial chime.
and cometh the priest , for the fire-ritual,
line my pockets now , come on , be spiritual.
but duh! your dhoti hast no pockets , saintly dummy;
tsk.. fret ye not , for it goes straight into my tummy.
mid-morning now , and mummy’s high-strung;
‘dust it well and dust it thorough and dust it till you burst a lung’.
‘garam pakode’ !! cries papa in his croaking tenor ,
‘but one by one’ and now he begins with the manners.
mummy is the last one , picking over the bones,
she always has been , for what a family she owns.
A muezzin somewhere cries the holy decree
heads bow down and a pigeon flies free,
from the onion dome , below the staccato claps
‘Ooparwala ! … ‘ the muezzin gasps ,
and ‘Ooparwala!.. ‘ a crowd chants in tow ,
and ‘Oops ! … ‘ the bird sheds it’s something and *****
soars high , and takes a bow .
hey presto! the night has come.
the moonless night of the homecoming lord.
sweetmeats and sugars and syrups and us ,
laddu-barfi , well , that strikes a chord .
Lakshmi , her owl , the glutton god with his mouse ,
revered an’ pleased an’ fed an’ flattered ,
and coaxed never to leave the house
while out there , bombs and crackers burst and batter.
The witch’s hour already , and the man ain’t home yet
the lord is home , to get things straight,
while the men all out on a greedy conquest;
pennies on the dollar , unwavering faith still,
for the beckoning bait .
A child wakes up , to mosquito bites
gone now is the carnival of lights.
a goddess fled , a father bled
a child scrapes off the waxy remains ,
the leftovers of candles ,pains, and no gains.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 3:15 PM UTC
I don't have the strength of durga
Neither I have the wealth of lakshmi
Nor the purity of parvati
I ain't selfless like sita
I don't have the heart to love like radha
Don't expect me to be a saviour like savitri
Cause am weak
I am poor
I am impure
I have scars
I am flawed
I am selfish
I am imperfect
I am just an ordinary woman
Don't worship me
Just let me be
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:38 PM UTC
Lakshmi
Lakshmi is a
Goddess of Fortune
She is lovely and graceful
And represents liberation from the cycle of life and death
She sits upon the Lotus Flower
And floats on water
The Lotus represents spiritual perfection
And being seated upon a Lotus
Represents transcendence and detachment
To the material world.
Lakshmi is always 16 years old
16 is the number of Perfection
When the moon reaches its 16th day, it begins to decrease
Such as in humans, at the 16th year
The first element of decay begins to appear.
Apr 9, 2019
Apr 9, 2019 at 1:46 PM UTC
I inhale into my back bend as my mother and pregnant aunt do the same.
my mother’s toes begin to wiggle on their own
my aunt, eyes closed and belly full, mumbles along with the mantra
words that are unfamiliar to me
yet are home.
Keith prefers to be called Di Laoshi
but I call him Keith in private
even though he compliments me on my characters
and wants to send me to Beijing.
I smile because
xiexie is easier to pronounce than
wo bu zhidao.
my teacher
named for a province in Spain says
he has adopted himself.
the yoga DVD instructs to
drink from the well,
so I
call to Aunt Lakshmi
Di Laoshi
Master Ozuna
and I do.
Apr 16, 2011
Apr 16, 2011 at 7:35 PM 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
Last night when I came home, I noticed a very delicious
fragrance enveloping me. The jasmine was not in bloom,
so I knew it couldn't be that stealing through window drafts,
and the incense sticks were long extinguished.
Was it Lakshmi? Her divine fragrance perfumes the three
worlds and I sensed an unusual lightness in the atmosphere.
This morning I still detected a unique aroma, though not as pronounced.
I went outside, in the backyard, to let the dog out and observed two orange speckled butterflies dancing near her doghouse. I shooed them away protectively. As I did this, they moved over to another location, but one hovered near my hands.
It fluttered around my hands for a good minute. I was able to hear,
witness and breathe in the amazing oscillation of it's fragile wings.
Gorgeous mosaic patterns glittered between the rays of sunlight bathing
our golden communion. I could clearly see its ebony face peering curiously up at me.
Soon a third butterfly joined the party, and a trinity of sweetness pulsated close. After a while they all took off in different directions.
Later, I reflected while swinging in the garden jhoola how wonderfully connected we all are.
This Unity transcends the mental, emotional and physical barriers, preconceptions and dimensions of our ordinary awareness.
Love has a lot to do with it, respect, peace, truth and right conduct too.
Nov 2, 2013
Nov 2, 2013 at 11:26 PM UTC
as she
was dire
with heath
inside her
desire where
flattened scape
or aberrance
anywhere heathen
to her
debt and
foremost in
liability but
Lakshmi sheer
while glamour
laid deepest
cacophony in
world today
Dec 5, 2017
Dec 5, 2017 at 11:23 AM UTC
there's a fairy with a harp
a white moon spirit
in my garden
at twilight when
purple iris tides flood
the western horizon
and the evening star
hovers brightly over
her ***** head
she tiptoes past the
Lakshmi lotus fountain
tossing golden coins at our feet
and if in the mood
she swings in the jhoola with me
when the atmosphere thins
and we see through the walls
our imaginations have built
if you listen with a
fine-tuned ear you can
surely hear her
Celtic swan~song rippling...
carrying us across
gossamer wavelengths
to distant luminous shores
May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 9:50 PM UTC
When her grandeur legally mine
well she's not as Lakshmi:
her dream ardently admire
her white sands tenable with feng shui.
And she sing so locutionary
though orient exclaim larger than life
but she move ahead as her queen:
she's in a slightly slinky silk dress
she's more than her picture tonight
it's fantasy in her life
it's all about romance too
it's practical again & again
it's polite oft let bequeath
it's crucible demand Eros
then belie someone in her quest
with ideas that suggest outcome made:
her civilization grow
her factory of preparedness wrought
her plan of platitude forthright!
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 9:44 AM UTC
Hand write
( Hands right
Sinistral kid)
Me a love poem.
(A sonnet?
Whatever)
Make me feel like a queen,
(Like Joanna of Castile?
I know who she is, you ****
Like I am worshipped and adored.
(Like Imelda Marcos then?
I have more shoes)
Make my heart flutter
(Arrhythmia
Whatever)
And swell until it bursts.
(Be careful what you wish for
......................)
Treat me like a princess
(Shanti Rajya Lakshmi Devi
I've Googled her as well)
And make all my dreams come true.
(I dream of a loaded gun.
So you can **** me?)
"No, just myself.
All I want is for you to ******* feel something".
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Wander Far Afield
Oh Holy Ghost
With A River for your Chalice
And A Lovers Hold, Your Cup
God Given MarK of Indemnity
Wanderings of a Sacred Mystery
Now Certain Footprint
of all who Remain
Holy Offering thru these Lips Pass
Here is the Heart of Knowledge
Leo Strong
The Tongue of Mind
Channels Wisdom,
NEW WORDs LAW
Held BY Grace
Language Once Forgotten
Now Heard
It is the Lovers Stance
Holy Romantic Play
Held Hard
Within the Deck of Cards,
No Jack this Choice
But a Playing Cards Queen
A Holy Jester
Of the most
Elegant Desire
Wisdom of Understanding,
The Kind
A Prayer
Would Recognize
Made for a President
NowA Woman for a King
United Church Of Heaven
I give this Holy Ring
A love beyond all knowing
With Wisdom at its Heart
No Dream this Wish upon a Star
A Bodies Call for Us Is Made
With eyesight made of Laughter
And Eyes that now do Shine
Heart Beating True
We call this forth
Together both we Live I Do
So many Loves
This One I take
No looking back
Not One mistake
The Bodies Pyer
as God I Go
Give Now this Love
For this I Show
Rise Shiva, Krishnu, Erin, Amma
Lakshmi, Demeter, Buddha, Lama
Gilgal Artists All..Your Name is Wilderness
Magdelene Benedicte,
Aphrodite Lovers,
Christ Lives
AGAIN!
WithIN
Circle Vote, Your Scribe Is Peace
All is Now
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 7:53 AM UTC
Your house was at the end of the alley,
The weak sun was blessing late afternoon on your white four-story building,
It was the arrival of dark winter , full of cold blanket,
I saw my downfall in your black eyes.
Crows in the winter, or flocks of sparrows,
The street was full of tired and cold people.
Nature smiles at the sun's assurance,
In the breath of winter the air was heavy,
That day was the last day of December.
I saw my downfall in your lovely eyes.
On that day the dead grass cursed the gray earth,
The moon gave a box full of moon to a sleeping Lakshmi owl,
The doors and windows of the mind were closed forever,
The bones of the grave and the blind rotten flesh gathered, and dance till late night.
Life has been nowhere since then,
All there was just the dead soul.
The wife of sun returns to the darkness,
to find her lost love.
Our love was lost in the blink of a gray winter,
In your magic eyes, in my foolish heart.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 1:37 AM UTC
For a Boy
I She would Be Queen
For a Man
She is now Wife
Once joined
By a Lovers Lute
Love Held apart
By a Thousand Years
of Missing You
I await
This hour
Of Uniting
Beauties Listening
Lakshmi
A Queen
for the Light
A King,
for the Throne
Hearts Red
Both
Funeral of Darkness
Ended.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:16 PM UTC
Perfect synonym of a pearl,
Yes m talking about a girl.
Daughter, sister and wife,
Plays all roles in one life.
Sacrifices for others ,
Adjusts in every circumstances,
Does all her duty perfectly,
Then why at the end she is lonely?
They pray goddess Lakshmi for wealth,
They pray Kaliiji for good health,
They pray Goddess Saraswati for knowledge,
Then why do they hesitate to have,
One such in their home?
Each day a girl is *****
You tell girls to wear properly,
Why don't you tell boys to behave properly?
Girls are killed before and sometimes after birth,
She is considered as a pressure around,
Tell me one thing males if females are not there,
Who will give birth to your next generations?
Bulshit are those who think females should be confined to kitchens,
Tell me this if they are not educated,
Who will get your kids educated?
On rakshabandhan Who is gonna tie love on your wrist?
Whom are you going to tease when in stress?
A girl is not waste it's a worth,
Preserve them, respect them
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 7:13 AM UTC
She forgives like Bhoomi, vast and kind
She waits like Sitha, pure and strong
She fights like Durga, fearless and bright
She blesses like Lakshmi, love and wealth
She feeds like Annapoorna, removes hunger
She protects like Kali, bold and courage
She heals like Adishakthi,divine and eternal
A woman is power and grace
A goddess in every time and place
Mar 10, 2025
Mar 10, 2025 at 9:15 AM UTC
We walk East towards the ocean
Abalone pearls spill from the heavens
Krishna's conch can be heard
welcoming the new day
Golden Lakshmi lashes flutter open
And the sky erupts into dazzling smiles
Sep 3, 2020
Sep 3, 2020 at 5:52 PM UTC