"namah" poems
SWAN SONG
(–noun the last act or manifestation
of someone or something;
farewell appearance)
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Lotus pond
Waits
Silently
Lotus flowers too
Pink petals -hesitatingly
Unfurl, heron silently stare
Life unfolding,
In the morning mist
Boddhi tree floated, a message
Of life,
In the falling leaf
On the temple floor
Breeze stood still
Music of Flute stopped playing
In the bamboo grove
Swan has started singing its song
Life, lives in little steps of love
But love bleeds life
In little steps, too
Falling, leaving and dying
Swan is singing
Its swan song
Time does not know,
It has come
Deep in the temple
Buddha Smiles
Nothing is forever
Forever is nothing
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Om Namah Shivaya
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 7:55 AM UTC
The journey within
And the undulating path
River of time flows on
Shores travel along side
All the way long,
Before offering their very existence
At the altar of life
Along with the flow of time
Fabric of ocean is all consuming
All consuming cosmic design
My journey too
Churned in travails of senses
Some times I sink
Some times I surface, in little bit of light
Gasping for breath of life
Some times I wander, helpless
And some times totally lost
Slowly, under my feet
The road disappeared
Am I the destination?
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Om Namah Shivaya
Jan 11, 2011
Jan 11, 2011 at 3:32 PM UTC
River Song
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As flow of cosmic creation
She streamed down from sky
Entangled in the web of icy locks
Lovingly nestled mountain’s arms
As she flows, her young heart
Hopping, skipping and jumping
Stone to Stone
Some times in streams of unending games
Sometime turning into falls
As she grew, in warm shadows of icy peaks
She lingered in warm hugs, within watchful eyes
Softly glowing in the warmth of love,
Living, dreaming in laps of belongingness
Yet, times moves on, on and on
Slowly, she finds her way out of this intense hold
Out in the open fields, and in gentle sway
As icy peaks held themselves away
She flowed on and on
A life of exploring;
Fields and bathing Ghats
Temple bells; moving carts
Bridges, bunds and floating mass
Vast as she is now, no one to hold
Her, in his strength of love
She lets loose fury of passion
As aggressive as her body flows
With lust; exploring, caressing and feeling
Edge of crumbling earth
In her entwined desires, needs
With every erosion, feeding her devouring soul
Banks don’t matter, not even the mountain
Lost long away in past
At last sun sets down on another day
Another life ends
In vastness of ocean,
No knowing; in nothingness
Old River merged in the churns
Of indifferent space and abysmal depths
Unquenched desired and un-quitted love
Mountains bleed tears, far away, alone
A River song – A farewell
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Om Namah Shivaya
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 7:51 AM UTC
The pieces of clouds
fluttered down the autumn sky
Settled softly
On children's tongue
New Rainfall
I woke up
Longing
Memories still clinging
On the cobwebs of sleep
Did you smile in your dreams?
The dark skies
Winds sweeps
The clouds together,
Shutting off sunrise
Are you making rains today?
She wanders
In and out of my thoughts
Weaving cosmic dreams
With foot prints
In my heart
There is a thin line
Between love and lust
Between sea and sky
Between me and you
Lend me an eraser
Flew all over clear sky
Trying very hard
Like a stubborn child
To leave few foot prints, in your life
Off my memories
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Om Namah Shivaya
Gogyohka is a new form of poetry which has been developed in Japan. Gogyohka simply means verse which is written in five lines, but each line generally represents one phrase and has a different feel to five-line verse commonly found in Western poetry. This new form of verse was developed by a poet called Enta Kusakabe, who first came up with the concept in 1957
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 2:11 AM UTC
This poetry is one of the collections of poetry I am writing, called “Kalina” about a small girl and her world, her feelings her thoughts. ‘Butterfly’ was submitted to ‘One Stop Poetry’ for the competition “Through a Child’s Eyes” and was selected as one of the finalist. Click here to read to read the article…
I have edited this one below after submission; hence here you have the latest version
Butterfly
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Look, there she is
There on the window pane
A new friend from the dreams last night
She promised to teach me
How to fly, where ever, whenever
In sunshine or rain
How bright and beautiful, she is
Pinker than my ma’s cheek
Her little wings have so many colors
Like the rainbow
I painted last summer, for my Pa’s Birthday
Before he left for the war,
You know, to make money for us to eat
Tell me butterfly,
How does one eat money?
How does one go to the war?
I don’t want Pa to go to the war;
I don’t want any money to eat; At all
You know, whenever I hug him,
I don’t feel hungry,
God Swear, not at all
Oh! Butterfly!!
Why are you flying away
Going so far?
See, out side, the day is still full of light;
Sure you can wait a little more?
Promise, Ma will be back soon,
From her nightshift,
And, sure she will let you in
Don’t you see, I can not;
I am in the bed,
Too sick to let you in
Butterfly, my dear Butterfly,
You really have to teach me how to fly
Before you came in my dreams
I promised Pa - a hug tonight,
I know where he “wars” now;
Ma showed me the other night,
When she cried,
“There, Kalina, there he is, in the sky
That beautiful bright Evening Star”
You know Butterfly;
I love him so much,
Much more than I love Ma,
Really!
You must teach me to fly,
As I have to go today,
Yesterday, Pa told me
Its time now
Here you see
My Ma does not even smile much
Now
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:30 AM UTC
The laughing Buddha
Mocks every one
But the one with laughter in heart
The silent Buddha
Is not so silent, you see
Just listen from heart
The temple bell
Silently called my soul
Echoes in my prayers
Lotus pond
Waits silently
Petals too
River meanders
In deep forest, Slowly
Pregnant with leaves, roots and earth
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
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Oct 27, 2010
Oct 27, 2010 at 6:26 PM UTC
This poetry is one of the collections of poetry I am writing, called “Kalina” about a small girl and her world, her feelings her thoughts. ‘
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As she walked ahead
In her enthusiastic little hop, skip and jump - steps
I fell behind, in my own thoughts; old and aging
Yet keeping pace with her fresh world
That turns in, with a burst of rainbow
On every turn, flying like a butterfly
Across her little universe of wonder
Now she stops; the deep forest
Climbing up the steep incline of the mountain
Has her attention; complete with one hand under her chin
And I know, she knows what to ask,
With a sweet little smile behind her knit wool gloved little hand
And stump me with her wide charmed eyes
“Why those clouds are leaving the mountain alone?
Do you think Grandpa, Peakoo* will be happy without them to play?
Do you think they are coming over to play with us?
Can you give your extra blanket to put them up, in the attic for the night?
Grandpa, it’s very cold now, you know, they will shiver
Before I could think an answer and say,
“Kalina, lets go now, it’s going to rain”
She has already moved on
Playing with the soft cold breeze, moving up from the valley
With her hands out stretched, running, almost flying
Like the autumn leaves, that joined in to play, in her wake
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:32 AM UTC
My heart throbs
Your name
Om Namah Shivaya
all the peaks of Kailash
are melting
with the ardor of my love
Nov 17, 2021
Nov 17, 2021 at 9:16 PM UTC
#*
A devout spiritual
Birth and death
A mere passing
To closely watch this beautiful world
Temporary the presence
Learnings and memories
For the soul
Depth of this life
Felt
The fragrance of ancient soil
The mountains rock solid
And the journey of the slope
Under the luminous sky
Yet, a belief in the higher power
The divine, supreme being
Ever so deeply rooted
Beyond the cycle of life and death
Lord Shiva
To draw strength and endurance
Some wisdom
To walk the path of truth
Not through rituals
But being closely guided by the divine
In deep reverence
Chanting
Ten thousand times
Om Namah Shivay
Uprooting the fears
Gently placing faith
In place
Belief in self
In the power of the divine*
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Jan 26, 2021
Jan 26, 2021 at 7:18 AM UTC
The silence of my room
Loosing its peace
Over the noisy rain call
Shouting outside
Deep forest behind
Shakes off its dirt
Dances with breeze,
In fresh green trees
Cold thoughts fall softly as raindrops
Holding on to my tattered blanket of life
I watch my memories and winter pass by
The milky way in the night sky
Lost its way
Comes down in torrents of rain
To ask me for one dance
Clouds
Took off the cloaks of my shadow
Running arms wide open
On the wings of love,
I soar to distant stars
While, in the puddles of rainwater
My little ego fish, finds its greatness
Buddha smiles, lotus pond waits
To bring me back
Mind exists in it's own world of passion
Possessiveness and touch
Fleshy wounds, senses dirt
The power of the dusty path
Is not in the eternal wait of life's traveler
But in bringing the end of
Karmic shell
The lightness of being to be released
One by one, pain stripped off
My wanting, my needing, my attachment
Slowly Buddha reached out to me
Lying tattered on the path
Revealing
Invisible bundle of pure love and joy
Covered in rags of past
Buddha, is that really me?
As I prepare to sleep
In my cold lonely shell
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:35 AM UTC
Sounds of Construction site
Hammers and power saws - though trying hard
Could not drown the sound of your silence
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How a flashback
Gets off my thoughts
Makes a room, painfully in my heart
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Silence
Pregnant with life
Whispers the colors of sunrise
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The night turned around, before leaving
looked me in the eye
Asked - can you dream alone
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She is on my mind all the time
Wonder what she does
when I am alone.
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SINFUL PLEASURE
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I slipped in joyous stream
Bit by bit, pleasure eroded me
The river is on its way with my pebbled blood
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FARAWAY
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She walks alone on the beach
Tidal waves, stormy sea
Me, morning and my scattered dreams
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Sun paints the sky, red
My thoughts start turning, blue & black
Night fall on my white hot loneliness
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THE FALL SEASON
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Old Bunyan tree
Tapped on temple door with a floating leaf
A boon came out to see
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Om Namah Shivaya
Sep 27, 2010
Sep 27, 2010 at 2:18 AM UTC
I saw the old man at the Holy Ghat
Long time back, but
He still continues to follow
Me and my thoughts
Incite me to dig deeper
On life
On death
On the path that he has lost.
He does not know
I am handicapped too
By pain, loss and loneliness
Life to be, has become
A colorless phase
Slowly passing by, grain by grain
Like the sand, in the hour glass.
I have no clear vision
But only a blind spot of living
Even dreams are marred
By imposter Hopes
Playing kaleidoscope of light
At the end of life’s tunnel
Why there is a light,
only at the end
Which never ends, Alive
In the end
And we blindly live, on and on
Yet I keep walking, on and on
Dripping past Karma
In drops of sweat, tear and duty
Believing, drop by drop
I am loosing it all
The life’s been so long and slow
The old man caught up
Holding my hand,
Talking
Knowing
Feeling
That I am lost too
In the maze of life
Dust claims dust
We will die too
Karmic baggage still
All intact and packed
Another journey
Another tunnel’s end
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Nov 6, 2010
Nov 6, 2010 at 10:48 AM UTC
The sound keep melting in me
The sound of silence
The sound of conch
The sound of devotees
Dancing in circle
Till I was no longer me
I swirled with my hand outstretched
Like the old mystic's and Sufi's
Floated in the group
Went high and higher in thoughts
and then merged
In the overall consciousness
Of you and of me
In the Universe
That got small enough to be with in me
And the circle of dance.
She took me in her arms
and went away to the stars
A long silver thread followed
From the manifestations
Of Her
Which was still dancing down in the circular group
Singers still singing your songs
I woke up in the dew
That was hanging at the grass blade
Till sun knocked
With morning rays
And I woke in your love
Lying still among the chants.
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@Shashi 2005
ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Sep 18, 2010
Sep 18, 2010 at 9:57 AM UTC
From the street below
comes drifting
into my
scented room ...
to grow
& grow ...
the sound
of many voices
harmonious
in song,
unable at first
to comprehend ...
but then realizing
"Om Namah Shivaya"
is being repeated
over & over ...
a hymn of praise
from the mouths
& hearts
of women
& girls
to the Great
Lord Shiva,
& it will continue
all evening long.
Apr 6, 2017
Apr 6, 2017 at 11:10 PM UTC
Some of my daily verses on twitter....
I am shedding memories
Like leaves in autumn
Did I loose you, in between my thoughts?
The brook flowing
Over the round pebbles and soft drops
Sound of music running in my heart
FAR, FAR AWAY
Lips interlocked
Hearts entangled
Entwined, we stay in our own desert spaces, alone
I dream of her
She dreams of togetherness
I hope its me
NEW DAWN
Night cap
Morning dew
I am having a hang over between the two.
The tree walks out of a dream, yawning
Rakes up the sky
Clouds break into a rain dance
Morning mist filters the rays
Flower filters the rain
A heart lives in the happiness of deep blue sea
How pure the sun rise can be
THE NEW DAY
The morning escaped
From the dark clutches of Lonely night
A sun rise in the end.
LOVE DAWNS
After exhausting night
Moon slips back into the dream part II
And sun walks out
Tiptoeing naked on the dew
THE SEED IS PLANTED
The morning dew drops
Settle softly on the lips
Of evening star, love flowers
The moments of our togetherness
Last night, got pregnant with love
It rained in the morning
And I woke up - Wet
LOVERS
Sea shore and waves
Pulsating rhythm - high and low
An endless coming together
Between me and the sky
Sea sets its foot down
In rain
Small brush with feelings
Takes a long time to fade and dry,
On the wet lips or on the memories of life
She throws her leg over me
Unwrapping
Dreams in the morning
Fresh lime day
****** Mary Sunset
Lets paint the town, tonight, red
The music notes from the flute
Lingers in the feelings
Love dance and the Bamboo shoot
The ringing bell echoes in my mind
The scent of incense stick lingers in my heart
Sun rise hangs a happy day in front
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Om Namah Shivaya
Sep 21, 2010
Sep 21, 2010 at 1:36 AM UTC
Night breeze
infinite breath
it's been nearly century
If I can't breathe this air in heaven
then I don't even want to go there
Om
namah
shivaya
Om
namah
shivay
If I can't hear these words in heaven
then I don't even want to go there.
Jul 2, 2017
Jul 2, 2017 at 8:06 AM UTC
The moon shattered over the eastern sky
Turned into a cloud burst
Rain fall softly on a lifeless body
Walking along the empty beach
-Feeling
-Thinking
-Wondering
Where has all the pain gone?
The sacred solitude spread
Under the dark clouded night
Shimmering, in wet silver sands
Of time
- Deadly
- Fascinating
‘If this is being dead,
Then its welcome too’.
Come, be within my empty feelings,
Fill my empty soul,
Come, sit besides me
In my desert spaces
And watch with me, the play of our loneliness
Souls, fluttering on the clothesline
Strung between the stars
‘Take one, if you need some change?’
One step after another
Becomes effortless
-When there is no place to go
- When you are nothing else, but dead
No desires to keep you alive; awake
No sun, No moon,
No shadow ******* your steps
Sooner or later, every thing stills, lying etched upon past
You know, living is easy
Moments just pass
In slow motion of
Lightening flash backs
Of memories littered, one the way; en-mass
Foot prints left on silver sand
Now, I remember
Where all the pain has gone
You know, being dead is easy too
You just need lot of life, un-lived
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Om Namah Shivaya
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 7:53 AM UTC
She reached out, as I poured a bleeding heart on paper
"Don't ever write to me", with a ****
Black letters, scatter all over my green love
I slept, dreaming of animal cries
Seeds engaged in birthing
Woke up with a cosmic tree growing all over a belly
Desert spaces in my heart, too heavy to
drown in the sea, on the wings of my longing
So I walked and did
Love showers
Happiness, togetherness, Bonds
And Sorrow
As the sun rushes into the night
The sea reaches out hold him
In depths of her love
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Everyday and Night I write one verse and share with my friends and here is few of them... I hope you will enjoy them.
Om Namah Shivaya
Sep 20, 2010
Sep 20, 2010 at 8:59 AM UTC
The night went on and on
Some times in words
Some times in thoughts
Some times the silence
Took over the lightness of our being
And soared above our dreams
A life time to spend
A life time to walk
A life time to share
And a life time to talk
The night’s window
Fluttered open
The gate way to our stars in the sky
The Milky Way bridged the night
To the morning light
And she said to wake her up
To say good bye
How sad it is, that I did
Now
That hug
And our clasped hands
That took her away
Still lasts in me, eternally
As my heart echoes, on and on
Don’t go, my love, don’t go so far
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ॐ नमः शिवाय
Om Namah Shivaya
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 11:34 AM UTC
Prelude:
From Fullness swathing, wake left
in wake of...truly, there is no passing
but an Emptying of Fullness.
...Needless to say, ecstatically
vibrating...you have all the blessings
silence can muster.
Could, I would...imbed this sky
in memory, self-proclaim its radiant
blankness upon it.
That I may be what I see, already
in memory of me, though I've come
to know and love...that any personal
touch, is yet an impersonal one.
Bless that which was drawn in, and
drawn out...lay the heart entire upon it.
We are the Knowers of things that stand,
and tilt by degree momently...we are
the Knowers of the last leg, lest it
overstep that which it's overstepped by.
Fit for us, as every other--momentously,
equally fit...the call to life is what silence
took as her deepest secret.
Nothing could wrest this burden from
her hands, for she loves it as her self...
therefore restores what she holds forever.
~Om Namah Shivaya~
Feb 24, 2014
Feb 24, 2014 at 10:28 AM UTC
it was love then.
it is love now.
being is always enough.
when you resist, you suffer.
stop pushing. place trust in dharma.
the petals fall when they must fall.
if you don’t push at all, something will still happen.
change is the highest quality of your heart,
and when you change, everything changes.
there is no separation between us, only awareness.
see god in everyone and you become god.
first call god, then send him away.
aum namah shivaya.
ram. jhao.
भगवान. चले जाओ.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 5:02 PM UTC
Vaam ang m gaura viraje.....
Neelkanth tripurari..........
har har sambhu.......
jai jai sambhu.....
shiv shiv sambhu......
bhola ki mahima niyari h......
Dham iski Kassi h.....
Samshano ka yh wassi h.....
Nar, nag, yash, gandarv hi nhi esko dhyate aghori aadhivasi h..........
har har sambhu......
jai jai sambhu.........
shiv shiv sambhu.......
bhola ki mahima niyari h........
Kaalo ke yeh kaal h........
Kehelate mahakaal h.........
Lambe ghanhere enke baal h...........
Phente yh baago K chaal h........
har har sambhu.......
jai jai sambhu.........
shiv shiv sambhu.......
bhola ki mahima niyari h........
Om Namah Shivaay.........
Om Namah Shivaay.........
Om Namah Shivaay..........
Om Namah Shivaay......
Har Har Mahadev..............
Feb 21, 2021
Feb 21, 2021 at 10:41 AM UTC
I plucked Bilva leaves
amidst silver showers
rippling gems fell
from the firmament
a curtain of crystal
Like a rain angel with
translucent wings
the color of dew
and rainbows
I chanted
Om Namah Shivaya
Om Namah Shivaya
Om Namah Shivaya
Jul 28, 2021
Jul 28, 2021 at 8:00 PM UTC
Dear Mae Sai,
You’ve been a hard pill to swallow.
Downward gazes and inside jokes.
Farang, farang.
Little pointing fingers followed by a wave of giggles as my floor-length dress with the slit down the side blows wild in the breeze,
trying to contain my runaway drapery,
maintain modesty in a border town where summer dresses don’t fly.
A voice cautions from the inside:
"You’re not in the islands anymore dear one.."
Om Namah Shivaya
I murmur steadily to myself repelling thoughts of “I just want to go home.”
There is no home, not outside in the physical world at least.
This here is a recurring theme.
Now I’m really traveling.
How dislocated will you become before you eliminate outside chatter,
and go to work paving the temple solace inside yourself,
the eternal home within the eternal om,
the exterior is irrelevant.
Oh Mae Sai,
soot and smoke bellow up from your belly
placing masks on the mountains at your back,
your wretched reflection glows unforgiving in the street.
Glorious, unpainted authenticity.
**** the farangs, they’re just passing through.
Smile til my face hurts,
it mostly makes no difference,
and then when I’m feeling so unwanted that I can’t hold back the tears,
you throw me curve ***** with every passing street.
A little Burmese babe with the brightest smile
still unsure of how fast her feet will carry her,
she dashes to my right and with the smacking sound of her lips
and the grace of her palm she blows me a kiss.
Thank you sweet one,
that’s just what I needed…
Dec 27, 2017
Dec 27, 2017 at 6:54 PM UTC