"nandi" poems
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This poem is self translated version of my Hindi language poem titled "शिव स्वरूपं" published in pratilipi on (Dec. 2017) Can be read through the link ==>> https://bit.ly/2P4j7vE
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That face of Lord Shiva is most beautiful in which he holds Ganga in his hairs
The Moon feels blessed by beautifying the head of Shiva as a glittering crown
The Serpants also became jewellery by themselves and decorated his blue neck
Shiva holds the trident on one hand and plays the Damroo from the other one
He has seated himself on a mat of Tiger Skin and rubbed pyre ash on his body
He has left elephant and the horses and decided to travel on an old Bull Nandi
By such an amazing face form, he is always ready for the welfare of devotees
The cruel and wicked have always been afraid of his eldritch face and form.
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Shiva (See Line 1): A God (The Destroyer) in Hindu Mythology
Ganga (See Line 1): The Holy river whose flow and speed is controlled by the coiled hairs (Jatas) of Lord Shiiva
Damroo(See Line 4): A sort of musical instrument ( Pellet Drum )
Nandi((See Line 6)): A bull in Indian mythology who is the vehicle of Lord Shiva
Aug 18, 2019
Aug 18, 2019 at 4:55 AM UTC
The sun, slanting westwards
chases me with competitive spirit;
speeding through, interstate highway
from Hyderabad to Bangalore,
long stretches I see, are waterless seabeds
reminds the oceanic origin of all
sense of time vanishes, I am an unknown
creature of the sea, an explorer of underwater geology.
Like life, it's a winding long drive
lonely too, like one often finds, oneself in spite of many loves,
just incessant voices that soon lose meaning.
Speaking to myself, quietly, alone
I realize this, calmly, in life-
one is alone in many ways .
How curious,
the sun, my co-traveller,
caught sight of me,
and graciously gives me
a smile of recognition,
still continues the chase playfully,
from my right,
I like his verve
he too finds fun in our run.
He becomes red all over,
decides to set in the west
he signals,
above Nandi Hills
his spectacular farewell show
makes me slow down and watch.
At the height of the display, he vanishes
like a magician, taking every drop of light with him,
leaving me to find my way
through darkness, that I have to dispel myself.
Oct 4, 2013
Oct 4, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
Rana Pratap Nandi
Waiting for you
by my lonely riverside,
in my twilight mood
motionless, counting the ripples,
tipsy with the musky smell
of first satiated earth.
Lusting for more.
Thinking of you, a few words,
a silver lining, becoming one
with the ivy growths on my
ancient sturdy castle.
A young breeze comes singing
of you and another brings
a tuft of cloud,
sailing on a silver lining.
A piece of white satin
blood and gold seeping through.
And streaks of dusk.
Dec 16, 2015
Dec 16, 2015 at 5:03 PM UTC
The paradox of eros mixed with the half-smiling
severe practice of self-discipline of avoiding all forms of indulgence...
Tandava, like the corner of the triangle is undoing the center
Rather burn it all and begin anew then save the system manifesting through this
relationship of : Form and Action
Announcing the difference between desire and duty
Kama and Dharmma,
based in Samsara,
ascension through action-based
relinquished like Karma
But Is he really an Ascetic….
Why then does Siva enter the forest naked with a ***** *****
Is he really an ******
Why then did Siva set fire to kama, indigo weapon, third eye flame?
or was it the other gods that sent him to blame...
Without problems, the contradictory roles seen as whole
in the face of the Holy howling storms, rudra, indra seen in forms
Meditative, bubbling passion sitting still
sacred Dharmma and unattached passion
relates to his skin blue, from that one time
he drank the demon poison to keep his kin coo’
Gangadhara the river was born of your thoughts
running steadily like the state of the freedom
you tantricly embody
Mar 14, 2016
Mar 14, 2016 at 1:41 PM UTC
Ngiyazi awungibuzanga
Ngiyazi phoqa ukukuhlebela
ngalolu daba olungathi shuu
Nayi.....
Leli jokwe ngilikhethisiwe. Kepha
hhayi ngamandla egendlovu iyangena. Angizitakuli obisini
njengempukane kodwa kuyasho,
ngiziqhelisile kokuningi, ngeqa
ngama buqamama ngomfudlazana.
Ngaketha ukufunana namanzi
acwebileyo. Kwasala inhliziyo
ibalisa, ithi hhawu mfo ka Phakathi
Usho ukuthi lomuzi wethu usuyohlala
unqhunu kanje, kungesena sphalala
esihlekisana naso nenhliziyo yaso"
Hhawu Mpangazitha waze wasibulala siphila, mina Nhliziyo kanye nabafowethu Imizwa siyakhala, buka
nje uhleli uwedwa ubhalana naloludaba olungathi shuu. Ubulalisa
thina ngalesiyasitha sethu Umzwangedwa. Khuluna iqiniso Duma dumane owaduma ezizweni, usho ukuthi awukulangazeleli ukumoyizela kwesi phalaphala. Phela
wena usese yisoka lamanyala ubu dume ukutshakadula nezindoni zamanzi kuphela o Nandi no Dudu.
Uzama ukungitshela ukuthi njengamanje awubuhlungu ngalokhu"
Hhayi bo Nhliziyo mana ngodlame, ufuna ngithi kahle kahle. Phela sisonke kulolu hambho thizeni lwethu. Akekho esingamthanda
ngaphandle kokuthanda thina
sodwa esizinze kulomzimbha.
Ake siyeke ukusukela inyoka
isemgodini.
Hhawu mfo ka Kunu ufanisa uthando
nenyoka, ngaliphi kodwa. Hhayi kodwa ngiyalibona iphuzu lakho,
kokubili kunobuthi.
Ngiyabonga Nhliziyo ngincede ke mfo ka baba ukhumbhuza
abafowenu Imizwa ngaleli jokwe, nobungozi okumele sihlale silugadile.
Ngiyakuzwa Hhawu lweMpisi, mzukulu ka maShenge no Ndlangamandla, thole lakwa Mthabela. Wena othi gazi
emaNtungweni nakwa Malinga.
Mjaji, Ngwane. Madlokovu
Duma ndumane owaduma ezizweni.
Jun 19, 2021
Jun 19, 2021 at 8:57 AM UTC