"naga" 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
over a snow-covered mountain top in heaven
some secret river lies
stirring not earthwards
this river of the Gods
and then a prince disturbs
her peaceful ferocity
with determined prayer to cleanse
the sins of his forefathers
Look she trembles with wounded pride!
Not a mere mortal river is she
a Goddess, her anger awakened
but she must proceed
the Gods have asked her so she shall go
but she makes her displeasure known
threatening to swallow all of existence
she follows
the earth shakes
it cannot hold her weight
her power her strength her majestic gait
life-giver, she is now a messenger of death
in her anger she is beautiful,
this world cannot sustain her
only he who wields the trident
can reign in her fall
and then the Mahadev traps her
even as she falls in a mighty torrent
thinking she will sweep him
to the nether regions
in his locks she is lost
struggling, she resembles
the naga around his neck
she spits like a cobra
this immortal river
stays tangled in his locks for many a year
till, defeated and frustrated
she begs forgiveness
and then with his blessings
she trickles down
still furious in pace
but in heart at peace
the mother of all rivers-
this river of rebirth
her sound like thunder
her hair like streaks of lightning
celestial beings witness
the skies are lit
the parched earth satiated
Ganga has descended
as Bhagirathi
- Vijayalakshmi Harish
03.09.2012
Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Sep 3, 2012
Sep 3, 2012 at 3:32 AM UTC
crested crag-spines rising
bones fierce of ancient dragons
calling out to Naga
**~~~~~~~~~
Return
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~**
*Bloom feminine essence, Flow !
Feed my ancient undulations*
wearied now to hills
sighing down with last exhaled
memory of color
washed, washed,
baked by endless sun
Mar 17, 2017
Mar 17, 2017 at 7:15 PM UTC
Naga pangita ko kanimo sa kalasangan,
Kay nag-tuo ko nga imo kong gibyaan.
Sa pipila ka oras nga wa ka makit-an,
Nasinati ko ang kalayo sa kamatuoran.
Oo, nawala ko sa dalan, pangga.
Hain ka na, anhi-a ko sa akong lungga.
Ang imong pahiyom gusto nako makita,
Uban lang ta sa kalisod ug pagmaya.
Nov 9, 2017
Nov 9, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
Kahit isang sulyap lang sa langit ay di na matanaw,
Daan-daang matatayog na konkretong kahon,
pati anino nito'y ako'y napapaligiran.
Tinatakpan ang malagintong sinag ng araw,
maging ang hanging sana'y magpapaypay sa nagiinit na siyudad ay natakpan na.
Nagbago na ang mundo.
Bago na naga ang mundo.
Pero nasaan na ang mundong kinalakihan at pinapangarap ko?
Nanabik sa malawak na langit
na noo'y tinitingala-tingala lang,
na kunwaring inaangkin ko ito, na akin ito.
Pero bago nga ngayon ang nakikita ko,
matatayog na konkretong kahon,
na humaharang sa tunay na paraiso.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 4:14 AM UTC
I miss Naga City evenings and how I've been coaxed,
always gently,
to embrace her even if I was
to reek of alcohol before she retired.
Evenings always come and go, resembling one another
but never once tried to duplicate each other.
That Naga City dawn was a woman too.
My other lover, she was
the perfect concubine for a waning love for self,
under a Quince Martirez sky.
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 10:08 PM UTC
Isa ini ka ti-on
Ginakabig nga maragtason
Bangud yara ikaw upod namon
Oh halangdon ang imo ngalan
Kay kami sa imo labi sa tanan
Kanami pamati-an, kanami pamatyagan
Sa imo pagtatap ipahamtang
Kon kami yara sa alang-alang
Ikaw isa ka mananabang
Gani imo ipadayon ang edukasyon,
Maayong lawas, agrikultura nga mainuswagon,
Pangabuhian kg pagbuhis nga eksaktuhanon
Gob. Tanco, ikaw don guid! Ikaw don guid…
Ang tampad nga naga-ulikid
Gani salamat guid! Salamat guid!
Lantawa kay naghugpong ang bilog nimo nga banwa
Agud ipakita sa bug-os naton nga probinsya
Nga kami naga-apin guid sa imo kg sa iya
Matuod nga malipayon man ini nga ti-on
Para sa amon tanan nga mga Dumaraonon
Bangud amon kasimanwa ang subong gobernador namon!
-10/13-14/2013
(Dumarao)
*for Gob. Tanco’s 69th Birthday
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 9:52 PM UTC
*** my brother, is so destructive, he treats even a jewel like its *******
he is soo stubborn, he gets under my skin like sunburn, but in the end he's still my brother.
i wouldnt have in any other, why? cuhz he down for the fam like southern? lol
i realized people you can never govern but even currently as he proceeds to walking on the second story on his FREAKEN KNEES! i realize i must make a compromise that there might be something about me he doesnt agree with,, so lets avoid the conflict cuhz it looks like a slippery cliff,,, *** is he doing upp there sounds like artillery ships and **** im about to throw this fit,, but my homeboy like na flames here smoke this spliff,, na NAGA my mind is a gift and you kn ow im trying to quit!,, witch brings me across the next subject,,, i suspect my inner demons which demoralize my drive to subside with most high take my closest friends minds for a joyride,,, undercover like a spy to poison my ambitions to stay sober im so bipolar, being high is mediocre but when mind is clear i tend to turn into that ogre,,,i feel as if all is hopeless,,, i live in the moment i live in the ocean,, i think my name is Joseph,, and i sleep on my best friend sofas,,, i dont know where this story is going, long as i continue typing i guess its my way of coping i guess its my way of invoking,,,,
Jun 18, 2013
Jun 18, 2013 at 1:21 AM UTC
zamisli da sva moja sećanja
upletena u tvoje pletenice
naglo promene smer
i pretvore se u budućnost
bi li tada bila moja krotka srna
ili bi pletenice rasplela
pustila da se raspršim kroz vreme
da mi lice posivi
kao da je od jesenjeg vetra sačinjeno
zamisli da svi moji koraci
upleteni u tvoje vekovne bore
naglo promene smer
i pretvore se u suze
bi li njih sirote u svilu svoju primila
ili bi korake u glib usmerila
pustila da se zaglibim u vreme
da mi osmeh posivi
kao da je od jesenjeg vetra sačinjen
zamisli da svi moji dodiri
dok se šarene širom tela tvog od reka
naglo promene smer
i postanu godovi u tuđem orahu
bi li tada haljinu rastvorila
svetlošću sveće grudi umila
ili bi dodire po žiletu prošetala
tom krvlju plavom nebo i jezera oslikala
u sivo jesenji vetar odenula da se vrti u krug
bi li od sećanja postelju sačinila
prozore zatvorila
bi li od koraka oblake izatkala
svetlo utulila
bi li od dodira gromove sastavila
naga i topla
sa jesenjim vetrom ljubav vodila
bi li se to tako željna usudila
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 5:15 PM UTC
Cold twisted and icy
meandering slides.
are my enemies alone
on their down and out,
this my poetesses domain.
Enjoy your own slippery
slimy slope cliff ride down.
Lately a very confused entity
paid to keep me busy writing
back while being intimately
intrusive has failed.
A snake in my old flame's
paradise or my kid's world.
Arranged to distract me again
from my true love's path
agreed upon eons prior.
I can intuit a fools intentions
and did cut that naga off soon.
I love on free will alone.
not fooled to play games
In the name of love.
I don't care for pimps lures.
~~~~~
By Karijinbba
All rights reserved 1954-2021-
present.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 1:16 AM UTC
NOTE: FOREIGN LANGUAGES USE
PAG-MATA!
NINDUT IKA PA SIGARBO!
MAKA ANINDOT SA MATA!
KABAG-UHAN OR KAGAGUHAN!
RESPETO SA TANAN
KAY TINUOD MAN!
SA LUNGSOD NGA NAG MATA
LUYO SA TUMANG KALISUD!
GE RESPITO KO MATAG USA
ISIP USA KA KATUNGOD
O PRENSIPYO
*****
MY WIFE AND I GIVE THREE YEARS
FOR THE DEPED DAVAO DE ORO
FOR CREDENTIALS MEANS.
WHAT MAKE SENSE?
WHEN DEPED DAVAO DE ORO
OFFICIAL ARE FOR A CENTS?
******
KINSA ANG NIDATO?
KINSA TIYAN NAG KUTOY?
*******
MAKAON BA ANG KANINDUT?
IKA PASIGARBO BA ANG KADAKO SA DALAN?
KUNG ANG MGA MAG -UUMA ,
NAG LISUD UG GINANSIYA?
*****
PASABTA DAW KO?
O PASABTA ANG MGA TAO?
KAY SA KARON DELI ,
PA MAN NA SILA, KRIMIAL!
*******
KINSA ANG NIDATO?!
KINSA ANG TIYAN NGA NAG KUTOY?!
*****
WHAT'S FOR IN A SO CALLED PROGRESSIVE STATES?
WHEN THERE IS AN " EMPTY -STOMACH"
I AM SIR DAVID VLADIMIR,
NAGA INGON KA NINYO...
PAG-MATA!
O PIKAT NINYONG MGA
NAG PADALA!
Nov 24, 2021
Nov 24, 2021 at 8:45 AM UTC
Together they stand
The Seven Sisters of India
Untouched, unexplored, isolated
The seven states of north east India
Assam, the gateway to this heavenly abode
Is the provider of tea leaves all through the world
Arunachal Pradesh, the Land of the rising sun
Attracts tourist from all over the world
Manipur, oval-shaped valley of blue mountains
Is the originator of Polo games
Meghalya, naturally the abode of clouds
Gives shelter to flora, fauna in large bounds
Mizoram, the land of the highlander Mizo people
Has the rivers and most vari colored hilly terrain
Nagaland rich in flora, fauna and evergreen forests
Is home to Great Indian Horn-bill and Naga tribes
Tripura, a landlocked hilly state with Manu river
Has a rich cultural heritage of music, fine arts, dance
With Sikkim as their only brother, natural beauty and exotic places
The seven sisters are indeed a Paradise Unexplored
© Neeloo 'NeelPari'
Oct 8, 2018
Oct 8, 2018 at 2:00 PM UTC
You're my reality, yet I'm lost in a dream
You're the first, the last, my everything.
heart of gold King of hearts
Dear twin flame twin soul
we are lost and found again
profile after profile I seek thee
let's bless, the curse
darling to heavenly grounds
transition our fated paths.
No more sadness your joy and pain is my own into the forest land we roam free at last, nothing can break us apart
No Naga snakes can deceive me
to strange geek sociopathic Medea infested lands mislead ****
nor poison me.
I feel safe in the dream scripted
for us crafted
I know there's only,
only one like you
There's no way they could have made two we are uniquely tied in one dream
St JudeOhpat my Saint
you're all I'm living for
Your love I'll keep for ever more
King of Hearts Adam true love
I am your Eve lover.
Thine beauty Eve is me Karijinbba
from here to eternity.
Ye paint mine own Heart's divinity;
two spirit souls forever one in unity
my first love my last
oh my everything!
glued together babe oh babe
sweet baby oh darling
I love you.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
By; Karijinbba 08-2020
Aug 8, 2020
Aug 8, 2020 at 5:34 PM UTC
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Jan 20, 2018
Jan 20, 2018 at 10:36 PM UTC
it really is an actual word, it's translatable as something
between nudist, and a man walking with his
torso showing...
there's a lot of idiosyncrasy involved -
etymology serves thus:
nagi - which has a male pronoun
differentiation -
the female counterpart?
naga.
Nagasaki?
toot p'ah... a french
variation into making a frown: hą hą hą.....
że sł'i!
so... the word of vector imbeciles...
nygus....
there's real geopolitik involved....
real places, real people... isolated people...
which probably experienced the wrath of
the wehrmacht and the soviets....
real people, real places...
hence the idiosyncrasy....
linguistics aside,
much more fun than talking about chimps,
in all earnest honesty...
chimps? chimps?!
only fools and broken branches?
by now i'm starting to think:
(i'm drunk, so) :
what the **** are you on about?!
i sense no use of l.s.d. - so... what the ****
i don't get them, those bewildered westerners...
they didn't see the second coming in 1945
with the unearthing of the nag hammadi library?
o right... the word in question: nygus...
nygus -
**** knows where that came from...
probably siberia, but even that is uncertain...
it could actually mean a half clad man...
a man exposing his torso....
nygus.... nagi...
(male)....
naga
(female)...
it's actually quiet fun watching western civilisation rot
in the linguistic hell-hole it's at...
i.e. how pronouns don't translate
or simply aren't incorporated into other
grammatical categorisations...
so... as a pole, if i had to resurrect myself,
would i place the genesis at auschwitz...
or at marienburg?
never mind the question, the word nygus still bothers
me... it's specific to a geopolitical locality,
it is locality, per se....
it has no basic meaning in
the location i now occupy...
and it has no direct confrontation
with being applied for a desirable purpose...
what i'm seeing in discussion these days
is akin to the seperation of church from state...
but on a more abstract canvas:
subject from object... which really is covert
for attaché:
and that's what it will always be, should the feat be
given a historical allowance of a century's worth of dispute.
it was clear in the first place:
church and state...
|
the vatican as a church-state;
but those are "real" bodies, in that they are
diplomatic, and therefore bureaucratic...
this next divorce? i.e. the subject from the object?
my intestines have no knowledge of my brain,
and my brain has no knowledge of my pancreas...
i do think the state segregating itself from
the church was a decent checkmate....
but enforcing this objective positivism...
i.e. ****** subjectivity?
the divorce is going to be as violent
as that in the historical framework of
the seperation of church from state;
although "less" violent,
in that: more suicidal among the young.
Apr 18, 2017
Apr 18, 2017 at 4:20 AM UTC
Oh Makagagahom nga Espiritu Santo
Kabuhi sg tanan nga maayong tawo
Kami naga-ampo sa Imo sang mapainubuson
Nga kami Imo ubayan sa tanan nga ti-on.
-06/08/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Prayer Poems Collection
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 10:13 PM UTC