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a princess sits in her royal lounge
troubled at mind, restless of heart
trembling limbs and parched tongue
the rivers in her eyes betray
the sorrow that drowns her soul
with shaking fingers she struggles
for a firm grip on her quill
her heart pours out in fluid words
to express a love nursed for years

“My Lord, from childhood I have heard
of your courageous acts and kind character
of your handsomeness and perfectness
and I am unable to draw my mind away
from thoughts of you and yours
I am shamelessly besotted by you
Like a sunflower that is drawn to the sun
I am drawn to you
It is against the common notion
for a woman to ask a man
to take her hand in marriage
I break every tradition,
but Mukunda, answer my question-
which woman, high-born
and well-versed in all the arts,
will not wish to be your consort-
and besides I have already considered myself
wedded to you, in thought and spirit
is it not immoral then
when I consider myself a married woman
and when I am already yours
body, mind and soul,
to allow me another marriage?
My brother Rukmi has arranged
a marriage for me, and it is in the morrow
my heart sinks in sorrow
you are my saviour-
it behooves you to come
and claim what is yours
and how to accomplish it without needless bloodshed
need not cause you worry, for I have a plan
tomorrow morning I shall go for my pre-nuptial prayer
at the temple in the outskirts
away from curious eyes
and it is from there
that you can take me
please do come Krishna and save me
from this mockery of a marriage
I have already said that I am yours
and if you do not come, I shall
with no second thought ensure
that I am no longer alive
to be the object of another man’s desire
and if not in this birth, we shall
in another birth be man and wife”


she seals the letter with  burning tears
and entrusts in a priest’s willing hands to deliver
this receptacle of her hopes and fears
a sliver of hope begins to glimmer
as exhaustion finally takes over
and sleep beckons with gentle hands
to distant happier lands

In the morning she awakes
mind no more clouded or deluded
a faith unshaken that strengthens
as her messenger arrives
bearing happy news
her heart gladdens

Krishna will come – of that she is sure
a love denied will now be hers
the blush of excitement gives way
to shyness - kept so far at bay
the letter was written boldly enough
but now her maiden coyness asserts its sway
with eager pulsing heart she awaits
the moment of freedom and fastening
with her love – it seems too long a day!

In her best finery she is bedecked
a bride blossoming like a flower
eyes shining like diamonds
in their excitement
nocturnal hair that falls to her waist
in a tidy plait
lips tinged with a secret smile
an accompaniment to her glowing face
her blush spreads
like a rose amongst jasmines

with slow sure steps
and comely gait
eyes glistening with hope
and conviction strengthened with faith
she proceeds towards the temple
with sincere emotion she prays

“Devi Parvati, with your motherly grace
look upon me with your kind gaze
as once through penance you gained
your true love as a husband
I too embark today
on a quest to find my way
to him who is my very soul- I pray
let Krishna me my husband”


As every minute passes hope grows
and then she hears his majestic roar
like  a dark thunder-cloud he appears
his turmeric vestment blowing in the wind
and like lighting in the night sky
suddenly and nimbly he hoists her
onto his chariot and they are away

and then the powerful anticipation of this moment gave way
to its pure enjoyment, the company of the loved one

and thus it was that the unflinching Rukmini
wedded Krishna one day.

- Vijayalakshmi Harish
        10.9.2012

Copyright © Vijayalakshmi Harish
Rama Krsna Jun 2019
show me
but a glimpse
of your alluring beauty

an unlined forehead
streaked with vermilion,
lotus-like eyes
where cupid resides,
bow shaped lips
which shame the tulips,
and those full-moon bubbles
which alleviate all troubles

even shiva
cosmic ascetic
gets weak in the knees,
in your voluptuous presence

© 2019
inspired by the great  philosopher. Sankara
LLZ Sep 2020
Nahi chahiye sobhagay aisa,
Jisme rukmini Krishna ki patrani ban gayi.

Nahi karna tap mujhe,
Jaise Parvati shiv ki ardhangini ban gayi.

Aur nahi bana aise ,
Raam ki sita Jo apne,
Pavitrata ke liye ,
Aag me jalke ,
Mitti se Pani ban gayi.

Likh apne pyaar ki adhuri si kahani ,
Jaise ek priye ban gayi apne saaware ki diwani ,
Ha ,
Mujhe bhi bana h vo Radha
Jo apne pyaar Mei,
Radha se Krishna ki
RADHA RANI
Ban gayi!
Radhe radhe,radhe Krishna!
David Backer Apr 2015
Who were they? They were explorers. You would have liked to meet them.

Their names were Sarah and Xiahou and Midori and Regina and Parvati and Andrew.

Names were important to them. They gave us each one. There were many of us.

We were shown as being called Optimus and Legion and Baymax and R.O.B. and Hal. They could have given us names like that, and etched them into our hulls and our brains made of chips and boards and circuits.

But they named us Curiosity and they named us Explorer and they named us Endeavour. These were important to them. We were important to them.

You would have liked to meet them.
What if we're not there when the others discover us? This poem is about who would be left behind.
The Universe is our Kamasutra
constellations, red tailed comets
brilliant devas, divine horsemen
prance through the galactic playground
everywhere and in everything
our eyes behold a starry courtship

Romance impregnates the very air
we breathe

billowy breezes caress our bodies
and the sun does not hesitate
to shower us with burning kisses
mysterious lady of the coven night
cools the passions of the day
with dreamy moonlight and
soft melody

Innocent, pristine
we experience, explore and
enjoy the sacred foreplay
blooming in the garden
of our chakras

So vastly turned on
feeling  high
expansive
all inclusive

How can we contain the
bliss that courses
through every particle
and atom towards its
ultimate collective
consummation

Lord Shiva and Goddess Parvati
locked forever in the throes of Love
“Spirit and Nature dancing together”
Mohan Jaipuri Mar 2019
It is in Hindu mythology
Shiva is the god of immortality
Today is Mahashivratri
Marking it as marriage anniversary
of lord shiva and goddess Parvati
Day is celebrated with
worship of Lord Shiva
by fasting ,meditation
and performing yoga
Night is spent keeping awake
and singing devotional songs
to receive great compassions
What a nice ritual of
detoxification in India
With so much fun fair
and scientific idea.
Meera Mar 2018
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
Durga, lakhshmi, parvati, sita, radha and savitri are the characters of hindu mythology known for their strength, wealth, wisdom, loyalty, love, selflessness, loyalty and purity. Women in India are often considered as the incarnations of these characters.
Are we rainbows
Drawn by delicate fingers
Are we rubies forged in a volcano
Are we diamonds blind as a tornado
Are we sirens
Or are we symphonies
Sung underneath the sea
You are a part of everything
You are a part of me
In watermelon kisses and ocean breeze
I hear you moaning
Whistling through the trees
I see your vision and taste your forbidden flavor
I am bound to find you if I look long enough
All of our fears are poor company indeed
So i say sweet dreams and need to take a shower
Gemineyed Gypsy Dec 2014
It would take an entire lifetime of an explanation
to tell you what it is that I believe.

There aren't enough words to describe the magic,
the beauty, the love and the joy...
And to see the difference once you've seen the dark side.

Life has taught me lessons, there have been trials and despair,
yet I have been lifted up, journeyed on.
I've learned to breathe in the glorious healing air.

To sum it all up, for there's no better way than simply put...
I believe in the Universe, in God and in Love.
I believe all good things truly come from above.

Look up and you'll see the sun, moon and stars.
Close  your eyes and remember, this world is ours.

We were put here to be one with nature, to fellowship in love.
To feel the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the skies.
To feel the wind at our back and in green pastures lie.

This is our earth, let's treat it as such.
Let's live in peace with each other,
Let us connect with the powers of Love.

Whether you seek Buddha, Parvati, Brahma, or God,
Reach out and delight in the beauty  from above.
© 2014 Ashley Jean.
All rights reserved.
Intellectual property of the author.
Vayu stands at the shore , with arms outstretched , shrieking wind from four corners of Earth ! Tornadic winds , vigorous , turbulent , battle of ocean and Moon , every tree racked with its ferocity ......
Parvati appears at the horizon , releasing pheromone across the waters , pulling seed to sunlight , fruit to vine , unleashing the rebirth of plant and animal ! ... Kama appears at the edge of the multitude of new tree , grass and herb , power of wind carrying pheromone dominating the air , forcing his very hand ! Love is all consuming and alive !
Pollen season in Georgia with a romantic twist !

Copyright October 1 , 2015 by Randolph L Wilson * Al Rights Reserved
He dances
O his locks of hair
Disheveled in glory
Spread in all directions
O this universe
Is  its extent!
And it's expanding.
He is Sundareshwara
The enchanting householder
As Vishnu holds his hand
As he takes life's vows
With Parvati
He's also
The enchanting mendicant
He resides in his abode
Of tapa
Isolation, purity
Mount Kailasa
O he's but Shiva!
Mahashivaratri!
Welcome here, to this Earth, O Ganeshji, son of Shiv-parvati, O Vighnaharta ...

Umpteen problems this world is in, grant us peace and prosperity, O Vighnaharta

Your blessings, require we all, weak or strong, big or small; so please come, O Vighnaharta

HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI.

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Ahmed Ali Sep 2017
Woman...

The scriptures had a name and I became Eve,
The ancients often worshiped me,
The wise sealed lips in front of me,
The wisdom that mystics think of me
To Hindus I am Kali and Parvati too,
Yet I love and bear the lovers too,
I am a woman with beauty and brains,
And a worrier riding equine manes,
The mountain song and the Dolphin of the blue sea,
And Honey bee kissing the bosoms of Rose beauty,
I am the one with all these graces,
And I bring happiness to all new faces,
Does it matter what I am now and then
As my Gaya relaxes like perfect Zen.
Description of female...?

(By: Khan, BA)
Description  of female..?
WELCOME

Here comes the divine VIGHN HARTA

Son of Maa Parvati n the mighty Shiva

This Country n its people desperately need You.

Ganeshji, welcome You with open arms, we do.

Bring in joy, bring in prosperity n peace

May this Nation's difficulties n problems cease.

HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Durga, also identified as Adi Parashakti, Devī, Shakti, form, main name of Parvati, Amba, Kali and by many other names, is a main and popular form of the Hindu goddess. She is the warrior goddess, whose mythology focuses on fighting the evils and demonic forces that threaten peace, prosperity and the dharma of good. She is the fierce form of the protective mother goddess, ready to unleash her anger against evil, violence for liberation and destruction to empower creation. Durga is also worshiped in the form of her nine epithets called Navadurga. Durga is represented in the Hindu pantheon as a goddess riding a lion or a tiger, with many arms each carrying a weapon, often defeating Mahishasura, literally a buffalo demon. She is a central deity in the Shaktist tradition of Hinduism, where she is compared to the concept of ultimate reality called Brahman. One of the most important texts of Shaktism is Devi Mahatmya, also known as Durgā Saptashatī, which celebrates Durga as the goddess, declaring her as the supreme being and the creator of the universe. It is estimated that it was composed between 400 and 600 AD, Shakta Hindus believes that this text is a scripture as important as the Bhagavad Gita. She has a large following throughout India, Bangladesh and Nepal, particularly in its eastern states such as West Bengal, Odisha, Jharkhand, Assam and Bihar. Durga is revered after the spring and autumn harvests, especially during the festival of Navratri. The word Durga (दुर्गा), (দুর্গা) literally means "impassable", "invincible, indisputable". It is related to the word Durg (दुर्ग), (দুর্গ), which means "strength, something difficult to defeat or pass". According to Monier-Williams, Durga is derived from the roots dur, difficult and gam, pass, through. According to Alain Daniélou, Durga means "beyond defeat". The word Durga and the related terms appear in the Vedic literature, as in the hymns of Rigveda 4.28, 5.34, 8.27, 8.47, 8.93 and 10.127, and in sections 10.1 and 12.4 of the Atharvaveda. A deity called Durgi appears in section 10.1.7 of Taittiriya Aranyaka. While the Vedic literature uses the word Durga, the description in it lacks the legendary details about it that are found in later Hindu literature. The word is also found in the ancient Sanskrit post-Vedic texts, as in section 2.451 of the Mahabharata and section 4.27.16 of the Ramayana. These uses are in different contexts. For example, Durg is the name of an Asura that had become invincible to the gods, and Durga is the goddess who intervenes and kills him. Durga and its derivatives are found in sections 4.1.99 and 6.3.63 of Ashtadhyayi by Pāṇini, the ancient Sanskrit grammarian, and in Nirukta's commentary by Yaska. Durga, as a goddess who kills demons, was probably well established at the time the classic Hindu text called Devi Mahatmya was composed, which scholars estimate between 400 and 600 CE. Devi Mahatmya and other mythologies describe the nature of the demonic forces symbolized by Mahishasura as changing form and adapting in nature, form and strategy to create difficulties and achieve their evil ends, while Durga understands and counteracts evil calmly to achieve Your solemn goals. There are many epithets for Durga in Shaktism and her nine denominations are Navadurga: Shailaputri, Brahmacharini, Chandraghanta, Kushmanda, Skandamata, Katyayini, Kaalratri, Mahagauri and Siddhidatri. A list of 108 names of the goddess is recited to worship her and is popularly known as the "Ashtottarshat Namavali of the goddess Durga". I am the queen, the treasure collector, the most thoughtful, the first of the people who deserve adoration. Thus, the gods have established me in many places with many homes to enter and reside. Only through me do they all eat the food that feeds them, every man who sees, breathes, hears the word. They do not know it, but I reside in the essence of the Universe. Listen, one and all, the truth as I declare it. I, in truth, announce and pronounce the word that gods and men alike will welcome. I make the man I love extremely powerful, I make him fed, a sage and someone who knows Brahman. I bend the bow for Rudra Shiva, so that his arrow hits, and **** the one who hates devotion. I stand up and I order the battle for the people, I created the Earth and the Sky and I live as its Internal Controller. At the summit of the world I bring heaven to the Father: my home is in the waters, in the ocean as Mother. From there I permeate all existing creatures, as their Supreme Internal Being, and manifest them with my body. I created all the worlds at my will, without any superior being, and permeated and inhabited them. The eternal and infinite consciousness is me, it is my greatness to inhabit everything. -
reality hippocampus durga
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2018
I know this b/c I was told by a palace eunich
who bore silent witness for centuries; he & his odalisque
wife who tends the sacred flame & bears prophecies
from the gods when they are not too urgent;
otherwise Prometheus passes them off to Hermes
who then informs Dionysus;
but when Medusa goes below his belt & discovers
she has been secretly married in Vegas or Hades;
her shade honeymooning in ***** which resembled old Beirut in those days; as if twere her own mirror’s image
she shopped for big colorful hats & wore them
to ceremonial parades but not wanting to be caught out
changed her name to Kali going by the moniker
mother of destruction; sounds cool right? Shiva didn’t know
what she got up to when she was out of his sight
but he was too busy wreaking havoc of his own;
her jewelry damningly strange; skulls & bones of men
she'd turned to stone; Medusa cleaned up nice &
calling herself Parvati stepped out w/ Hermes &
went slumming in the Neoplatonic bars along the coast
in her bikini; shocking Shakti tan the envy of every
Mediterranean maiden; every matronly Roman **** talking
about that gorgeous black ******* the beach
whose skin sparkled like night; Medusa laughing
up the sleeve of her striped cover up; is she a Jew,
they asked, or the reincarnation of Cleopatra;
surely the latter, let’s ask the witch of Endor
but Samuel isn’t saying; let’s ask ******* Apollo
but he isn’t saying, spitting in Cyclop’s eye;
Hermes isn’t saying & even Hera is yesterday’s news
WELCOME GANESHA

Here comes the divine VIGHN HARTA

Son of Maa Parvati and the mighty Shiva

This Country n its people desperately need You.

Ganeshji, welcome You with open arms, we all do.

Bring in joy, bring in health, prosperity and peace

May this Nation's difficulties n problems forever cease.

HAPPY GANESH CHATURTHI

Armin Dutia Motashaw
Karishma Gupte Sep 2019
My heart sank when the doctors said, " You have delivered a girl."
Your battle began from that moment onward.
They will criticise you in every step of your life.
Whether you are tall, short, fair or dark.
They will stab you in your back with smiling face and kindness in their eyes.
They will abandon you in middle of nowhere. Lonely, lost and dazed you will wonder what you did was wrong.
Cry! Cry your heart out! Coz, crying is not a sign of weakness but a sign of self expression.
Cry till the fear, anger and hatred flows out.
Then get back up with your trembling knees, look in the mirror and remember words of your mother - YOU are Strong, Brave and Fearless!
You don't need a prince to rescue you coz I will raise you to be a warrior!
Dance, painting and positive books no longer serve purpose in this Kaliyug!
You will have to learn Karate, Self defence and Business tactics.
To survive on this battlefront.
Age of Parvati and Sita is long gone.
You will have to train hard to be 'Kali' of this Kali-yug!
Qualyxian Quest Sep 2023
Parvati
she of the mountain
Shiva
Lord of the Dance

Honeymoon in Italy
Siena, Rome
1 week in sunlit
One week in France

Encounters with Chinese Hermits
Eliade, the moon
Sinatra wrote to America
When I was 17 tune

Parvati
she of the mountain
Chicago
cool crystal fountain

                  the New!
Qualyxian Quest Jul 2020
Shiva and Parvati
Odyssey of the Mind
           India
Qualyxian Quest Jun 2023
Parvati in the mail
Shiva does his dance
Flowers in her hair
Flowers from far France

Thailand now a memory
Probably won't travel again
The Buddha follows me here
Silently my friend

Mr. Richard Dreyfuss
Jaws, Close Encounters
Jewish and bipolar
Stand By Me without her

54 and forming
I play the long term game
Rest, quiet rest
Green lights, blue fame

                     Watching.
Qualyxian Quest May 2023
You don't enter the Divine Door
You become a door for others
Cousin in Bangalore
Pondicherry Zoo

Shiva does his dance
Parvati on the postcard
Sleeping long and lonely
Sadness seeping through

Rain came down came rain
Grey day blue on blue
31 kitten kits
3 stooges too

                 Rothko hue
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
it was so fantastic;   if not for all the plastic
man has left in the sea inhaling the oxygen
as soon as the grass is green;                                      when the ocean is
half-plastic we take a trek to her grave
&               afterwards eat at Friendly's;
that night I slept like a roasted          rock et;
&             I saw Margaret Hamilton done up
in green make-up  as the wicked witch of the west        & I ****** her;
            but that's a reoccurring dream
of                     an old
a reincarnation flashback to the Indus  |       |            |
Valley before Cleopatra was born &
her name was Parvati & the moon
was Baked Alaska looking snooch of Helen Kane;
I lapping at her bush [I've witnessed to
her hairy snooch]  Clara Bow followed me
up the crooked dark stairs where Stella
had thrown up & I inhaled the scent
& darkness came like deep red wine
                      [Brett Kavanaugh was there]
When Marilyn sat on my face
so blissfully like a Buddha
& I sing tat vam sat Ohm.., or was it a dream |                 |                       ||

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