"linga" poems
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I.
Matagal na itinagong damdamin
Hiniling noon na mapansin
At dahil sa ihip ng hangin
Tinangay sa'yo ang pagtingin.
Sabay tayong lumaban
Upang mapatunayang pang-matagalan
Pagsuko ng isa'y 'di inaasahan
Paano na ang pagmamahalan?
Oras ang ipinagkait
Kaya ba ayaw nang kumapit?
Mahal, kay tinding sakit
Ito ba talaga ang kapalit?
*Hanggang dito na lang ba tayo?
Hindi na ba madadaan sa suyo?
Hanggang dito na lang ba ako?
Pagmamasdan na lamang paglisan mo.*
II.
Mahabang buhok na kulot
Wari ko'y hindi ka salot
Muntik na akong mabuslot
Sa butas ng pag-ibig na dulot.
Nakapagpalagayan, loob ay gumaan
Araw-araw kausap, hindi nagkasawaan
Dumating ang puntong nagkalokohan
Namumuong damdami'y pinaglaruan.
Sinabing mahal mo ako noong lasing ka
Akala ko'y totoo kaya naniwala na
Ganoon na siguro ako katanga
Kahit kasinungalinga'y pinaniwalaan na.
*Hanggang dito na lang ba tayo?
Nasiyahan ka ba sa paglalaro?
Hanggang dito na lang ba ako?
Sasakyan na lamang ang mga biro mo.*
III.
Sobrang lapit pero malayo rin
Kayang tanawin at lakarin
Inhinyero, hindi mo ba mapansin?
Na ang puso'y nais gapangin.
Sa pagdaan ay umaasa
Sa eskwelahan ay palinga-linga
At kapag natanaw na
Ibang saya ang dala mo, sinta.
Nguit dumating na ang panahon
Ang panahong hindi na makaahon
Pagtangi'y kailangan nang ibaon
Ito na ang huling desisyon.
*Hanggang dito na lang ba tayo?
Na ayos lang kahit sa pagtango?
Hanggang dito na lang ba ako?
Aasa na lamang sa paglampas mo.*
**Alam kong walang magiging tayo
Kaya sawi na naman ako.**
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
Sa huling sandali na nag-aagaw hininga
Ang kaibigan kong hirap sa paghinga
Pilit na nagsalita sa aking tainga
"Paalam kaibigan ako na'y magpapahinga"
Butas ay pilit kong tinatakpan
Ngunit malubha ang kanyang tagiliran
At sa bawat sandaling hindi mapigilan
Kaibigan ko'y unti-unting binabawian
Nagpalinga-linga walang mahingian
Sigaw ay tulong pakiusap ko naman!
Nagbadyang tumayo ngunit kanyang pinigilan
Ako'y hihingi ng tulong. "Sandali, manatili ka na lang"
Pag dilat ng mata ay aking nasaksihan
Kaibigan ko'y nakahimlay na duguan
Lalaki'y kumaripas sa kawalan
At kami'y naiwan sa gitna ng daan
Sa kanto kami ay napadaan
Siyay bahagyang nasa aking unahan
Isang lalaking tumatakbo mula sa likuran
Sa isang iglap nalaho ang aking kamalayan
Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 4:00 AM UTC
Naisip ko na parang buhay pasada ang ating istorya.
Ikaw ang pasahero, ako ang tsuper.
Ganito ang senaryo; nakita kita sa kalsada di alam san pupunta.
Ako naman si tanga hinintuan ka kahit dika naman pumara.
Sumakay ka; gaya ng iba.nasa mukha mo yung salitang "Bahala na".
Diretso lang ako sa pag maneho. di mo parin sinabi kung san ka pupunta.
Kita naman sa karatula kung san ang aking ruta, inisip ko baka alam mo na.
Sa gitna ng byahe, mukhang nalibang ka na, kaya pasikat ako sa arangkada.
Halatang bago lang sayo yung dinadaanan, may tingin at may pangangapa.
Ayos lang yan sabi ko. Kabisado ko to. ako'ng bahala.
May mga sandaling napapakwento ka, Siguro dahil na rin sa palagay ka na.
Mukhang nakalimutan ko na yung ibang pasahero. Pakiramdam ko tayo lang dalawa.
Sa wakas, naitanong ko kung san ka ba talaga pupunta?
Kasi, 'haba na ng byahe mahirap na baka maiuwi kita.
Biglang Nawala yung ngiti mo sa mata. Para kang may naalala.
Dimo ako sinagot. Bigla kang pumara.
Di ko alam kung natakot ka ba? o ang pamasahe mo e kulang pa?
Ayos lang naman akong ilibre ka. Basta maihatid kita.
Aaminin ko, nung tinanong ko kung san ka pupunta,
Napadasal ako ng konti na sana sabihin mo, "Ikaw, saan ka ba?"
Naiwan ako nakahinto sa kalsada. kasi nagulat ako nung tumakbo ka,
Tinawag kita pero lumiko ka na sa madilim na eskinita.
Napakamot ako sa ulo at napailing. Ako ba ang may problema?
Di ko tuloy alam kung babalik ka. kasi kaya kong mag intay pa.
Pinaandar ko ulit yung jeep. nagmaneho, nag maniobra.
umikot, luminga linga. wala ka na.
Hahanapin kita. madilim na.. bukas baka bukas.
Kung san kita nakita nung una, baka doon ka pumara.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 1:10 PM UTC
Pusong bingi'y naaantig ng awit
Ganun pala sa unang pagsinta
Sa sombra niya'y laging nakabuntot
Paglumingon ay siyang paglinga-linga sa paligid
Ni ayaw mahalata kung saka-sakaling mapansin
Hindi malaya sa demokratikong bansa
Alila ng iniibig na panauhin
Ano nga ba, di alam ang gagawin
Sa pagpikit ng mata,
mukha niya'y nagniningning
Sa pantasya'y nahuhumaling
kahit na gising, lumulutang sa hangin
Kaya ganun na lang sa pagsasalamin
sa mga nangyari - medyo pagmamalabis
Hinabol ang bawat galaw
Sa utak ay walang hinto na sumasayaw
Disente sa pananamit
Mayumi kahit sa anong bihis
Di man lubos nililimi ang mga katangian at ugali
Pabayaan pagkat mapagkumbaba
Hahamakin ang lahat
Dahil ang dibdib ay lumilingas
Jan 7, 2019
Jan 7, 2019 at 4:57 PM UTC
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.*
Feb 27, 2014
Feb 27, 2014 at 7:21 AM UTC
inside this black hole
where no light trespasses
his linga alone does,
smoothly into the event horizon
marking a point of no return
even sand clocks
at this gateway to heaven
tick slower
as gravitational time dilation
takes over
upon entry
no escape routes
or parachutes
exist for exit
only a free fall
into singularity
where space-time curvature
becomes infinite
odds of mere mortals
surviving this plummet
are nine billion to one
any volunteers?
© 2019
Jul 25, 2019
Jul 25, 2019 at 9:40 AM UTC
In the land of the wise men,
where the wind blows ceaselessly
and the moon glows perpetually,
a great poet and his young protege
sat in the courtyard under the shadows
of the sycamore tree to meditate.
The protege said to his master.
" Sir, please make me a great poet"
The old master lifted his head
and gazed at the protege in awe.
" My son, you are a poet he retorted.
You have it in you. you live it,
you are engaged with it each day,
you hang with poets and read the
amazing works they penned.
You understand spoken words,
the unique linga Franca of poetry.
To find and get it out of you,
you have to tear yourself apart.
go to where words reside.
Get into the minds of others.
Ask and read other people"s works.
Though it's kinda motivational,
inspiration is everywhere.
" You see, the master told him,
every day the sun comes up,
it rises with a packaged gift
Unwrap it with your mind
appreciate anything therein.
A disappointment and a bad day
can be a caveat for a writer
because it spikes emotions and inspires one to dig deep...
My son, you have to write every day.
write about anything at any time.
rewrite what you aren't pleased with.
The more you write, the better you become.
The uglier the poems that come out the better the poems that follow.
Write about the sun and the moon,
write in the morning and afternoon.
Write captivating and uplifting stories
about mermaids with beautiful bodies.
Or write about a wandering stranger,
who traveled in search of an adventure
with your hands, write about nature.
Using your mind, paint a beautiful picture.
Do this as often as many times as possible,
Someday you will achieve the impossible.
#IvanBrookspoetry (c)
August 11.2019
Aug 6, 2019
Aug 6, 2019 at 5:41 AM UTC
Once I was a pretty girl
Made of a big leaf
and a strong root
that grew to
fields of fruit
On each of my birthdays
I used to wear a dress
made of yellow flowers
I stayed so
Thinking to be
As strong but
Unable to walk
Like a tree
Or a tree
until
Until
I met he
He
who called me She
He a true
Human Being
He a true man
One of the strongest
Gentlest
Shiniest
Of its kind
dared to pluck
Me fully
Completely
For whom
I converted
From
A plant
To
As he says:
She
I walked the depths of
Mud hand in hand
With he
by which
my feet shaped
To toes
soft and pinky
He teach me
How to step
On the
Crystal shiny
Water smooth
Rocks
Rocks passaging
A delirious rush
Of dizzying fall
Only by the sound of
Such gobbly bubbly
turbulence
Sound of vertigo
He holds
My arm
Needles to ask
In sync fit time
He says
I help She
Because she is not
As strong as ….
Never using the word
Weak
Face of gentleness
With coal black
crystal
Shiny eyes
A smile like buddha
No he cannot hide
And no why would
He
When hide
İs only
İn my tongue
As he holds me
I feel light
Clearing my sight
As if on the moon
Defeating gravity
And voluntarily
Fully
Am
The She
For
He
In my terms
For Once
enjoying
the Weak
Beautifully
Flying
By his strong palms
He who raised me to the
Blue of freest skies
Made of the joy of lovers
Brought me
to a cleanest Lagoons
A Queen's bath on another
Plane from where suns shine
Their brightest
to heal our worlds
And Lovers make love
As we walk hand in hand
Each of a stumble of mine
As if a pure longing to touch
him longer
While i bathe ****
he politely looks the other side
And picks a blood red bloom
for me
Like a nature you used to be
And still are
A gift for you
he says by his light
Shining the purest
without any expectation
A Flower once gifted to Shiva
She and he now
Linga
She and he now
As all pray
to be a blessing of love
Maybe a dream
Maybe still here or there
Maybe the color of the sunset
on a new moon day
….
For he
He who warmed my heart today
He made of divine light
He who never will read my lines
Lines made of words
But for he
He who calls me She
He who I know
already Knows
He who
held my hand
once
on a new moon day.
Feb 14, 2016
Feb 14, 2016 at 11:31 AM UTC
Seek her in Devotion
She is an ocean of Compassion
Seek her in Desperation
She is a steadfast Companion
Seek her in true Passion
You will be loved to Distraction
Just seek her in your Confusion
She will lead you to Fruition
Sep 16, 2014
Sep 16, 2014 at 12:54 PM UTC
when you're diving until
you see a big fat eel
that's a moray
when you're seeing a fish
too big for a dish
that's a whale
when you see a commotion
deep underneath the ocean
it's no seal
bells will ring ting a linga ling
ting a linga ling ting a linga ling
you're a meal
Oct 28, 2019
Oct 28, 2019 at 9:03 AM UTC
Starting from the Soviet and marking
a nightclub as a plastic bar in the boots
of Jewish meeting programs, Serbs hide hides,
returning to the account of the new bombing
force, destroying the disappearing
century for soldiers to wait for the army's
large teeth. Summer dreamed about the first
two dreams he had buried. I love a lot of the country,
in summer, a little smile, stars, gopuras, deception,
moon and moon is dark, light, heart, eyes and dreams,
and automatic "ENKA, a lively area around
this lake next year, My fingerprints and drug tests
on feathers of Joplin, feather wings ... are signs
of signs and music; Get the ID information.
In the case of dancing, you have to play a favorite
game to play this game and play closely
with the community. You must help the black
ginger tree and I'll show cool and cold air,
cold air and oven. It's easy to find women,
just killing snow, sand and women's law.
Starting from a saw, he identified
the nightclubs as hidden plastic rods,
shoes dressed in the Jewish
conference program hidden
searbhaich machines waiting
for the troops to wait for the
army's large-scale teething
machines Breaking the invisible
century, returning to the new
Boo force account that exploded
in the summer months, Starting
from a saw, he identified nightclubs
as hidden plastic bars, shoes worn
during the Jewish meeting program
that hid the searbhaich waiting
for the army to wait for a large-scale
tooth-erupting machine Breaking
the invisible century, returning to
Boo's account to explode
in the summer months; He dreamed
of the first two dreams he had buried.
I am most interested in my case:
"I love the country very much, the summer
branches laugh a little, love the stars,
the scam towers, the moon and the moon,
so dark. Light, heart, eyes and dreams,
all of you will dream about living
standards and automatic aisles of lin·gam
Dictionary result for lingam:
/ˈliNGɡəm/noun HINDUISM
noun: lingam; plural noun: lingams;
noun: linga; plural noun: lingas
a symbol of divine generative energy,
especially a phallus or ******* object
worshiped as a symbol of Shiva. from
Sanskrit liṅga, literally ‘mark, ****** characteristic’. "ENKA
is surrounded by lake, this crystal-clear place.
My month, next year, fingerprints,
and a drug test on Jae Lin's coast, getting information about feathery wings,
... type of code and song. In the case of dancing,
you have to play a favorite game
to play this game and contribute to the community,
you have to help with the black ginger, and I will
present it with cold and cold air, cold and oven Grilled.
Finding women is almost easy, just **** them like ice,
sand, laws for women;
Jan 25, 2019
Jan 25, 2019 at 10:25 PM UTC