"shanti" poems
Middle aged dancing moon, rising sun coming of age poem
Some times you shave your legs sometimes you wax
You are a river of gold, a poetry goddess
You are the definition of **** **** and cool lady
Your skin a tan wonder, Aphrodite will envy with her immortal soul
Not just another girl
Woman, woman, woman
Your lion like mane blowing over purple mountain tops
Imagine a world without.
Your Litheness invokes the green eyed monster in the gods
Not just another girl
Om shanti shanti
Oct 16, 2014
Oct 16, 2014 at 2:52 PM UTC
She is a succulent bunch,let me be helpful,
if you don't get the complex chemical scent,
I call her ,"a girl of unpredictable
meeting places"inotropic, is her effect,
She sends heartbeats way up.
Delectable too, she was, every time
I tasted certain parts of her.
Her avatars are numerous, like Hindu Gods
With specific intention for each incarnation
Onee will be pushed in to neurosis,
if doesn't completely relish her infinite variety.
She is a cryptic mystic,
for a while from signals
I discerned and firmly believed
Or is she just a creature mysterious
Doubt raises it's head, like a lotus
From slushy pond
My eyes met her at the level of her eyes first,
the rest in a haze to me was invisible,
Then my heart sends a message
"Right now, I missed a beat here"
Heart then recites a poem,
tells me, it is all her making
"Don't fall in love" heart's advice,
"Go, dissolve in her completely"
Even my own heart has crossed sides,
or is it truly an advice for my sake?
Love is a hallucinogen, get it?
she whistles like wind at bamboo groves
from within sings like a thrush,
she is a magpie, or is she a koel?
Nocturnal animal, in need of mating,
making calls, frantic SMS, incessant.
She is wind and water, elements
that make one burn and drown
She spreads her yoga mat on the floor,
asks me to sit cross legged Indian style,
I am already for that in my mind,
So I spread eagle in corpse pose, indicating, "All through my life", mother earth gives me warmth.
Shanti, Shanti, shanti
Mar 21, 2015
Mar 21, 2015 at 7:45 AM UTC
andheri thi jo raat wo,
us raat ki kya baat kahun.
jis raat se wo mila nahin,
us raat ki kya subah kahun.
har raat ki h subah mgr,
us raat ki bhi subah hui.
charcha hui to khabar mili,
us shaqs ki toh maut hui.
shaqs to tha wo dost mera,
us shaqs ki kya baat karun.
ladka tha wo bigda magar,
uske dil ki kya taarief karun.
maut nahi thi tha wo khoon,
un kaatilon ki kya baat karun.
jese tadpaya un sbko,
Isse bhattar maut unko m ada krun.
galti kya thi un maasumo ki,
jo aisi bhynkr maut mili.
khuda tu hi jawab dega,
kynki tune thi wo maut likhi.
sbko jisne khush tha rkha,
uski shanti k m dua krun.
Yaad rkhnge use hmesha,
uski yaadon ki kya baat karun.
@riya
Oct 12, 2018
Oct 12, 2018 at 5:35 AM UTC
Her
master
was
humbled
Like a bird
of
paradise
She
opened up her wings
Her
angelic voice
chanting
A
mantra
of
peace
was
observed
Dec 22, 2018
Dec 22, 2018 at 9:35 AM UTC
కొల్లికే రానీ గొడవే నాది కొంటె గానే నన్ను చేరింది పోటి పడే పంతం ఇది
. . కోట్లల్లో నే మునిగిన కాసు బుసు లాడి నన్ను katestadi . .
****** లేని కదా లాగా నన్ను చివరాకరి దాకా తరుముతుంది . .
వెంటాడే నాగిని లా ఆణువణువూ బుస కొడుతుందే . .
గతలనే తవ్వాల . . నా గోడు అందరికి వినిపించాల . . .
Kuch kuch hota hai అనుకోవాలా . .
Kaho na pyar hai అని వెతకాల . .
.phir phir milenge milenge అంటూ కాలవల . .
Chelta cheltha అంటూ చేరాల . .
Koyi mil gaya అంటూ ఏదో పొందాల . . .
dil vale dhulhania lejay అంటూ దిల్లును లేపుకు పోవాలా. .
ledha om shanti om అంటూ శాంతం గా ఉండిపోవాలా
Mar 15, 2012
Mar 15, 2012 at 10:46 AM UTC
Meditation does not mean to escape, but to
come closer. Praying does not mean to speak,
but to listen. Praying is meditation.
In meditation you seek to allow peace to
penetrate, to show itself, you seek truth.
There is no knowledge in truth. Understanding
means to throw away your knowledge.
When you regain truth, you find peace. When
you are at peace, you are mindful, compassion
flourishes freely, you start to smile, and you
fall in love, with everything.
Compassion is a verb, love is freedom, and
truth is to be yourself.
Satya, shanti, prajna, karuna, ananda, prema
is the order to parinibbana.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 4:10 PM UTC
Float in silence
Feel the currents flow
Wishing for words of substance to pour
Is empty grasping, nothing more
Trembling lips utter only stutters
And stumble over sentences out worn
Let the waves settle
Hear the winds whisper for better weather
As a child of the sky
Realize that the ocean in which we’re drowning
Is the mirror reflecting the stars
And we are the horizon
Om Shanti Shanti Shanti Om
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 6:25 PM UTC
Uhrde' eahai’ el.
EaShe'sheti... EaShe'sheti Eye...
I're...
Selah... Selase'eye'...
Esh'real...
Esh'uriel... Eshurd-ay-I...
Jamowhe'... Ashanti E'yai...
Ashanti Ashanti Ashanti I...
This daylight does not live in a box of dreams. Selam Malen Kaye'm.
For surely the angel of light worships the dream.
Sela amo' I....
Ashanti I.
The color of feather.
Selah.
In truth (light) of light…
darkness falls.
Crimena is not committed until pentance is revealed.
The spirit of Peter (Pentecost) weighs the salvation of Selah.
Selahse' 'I"
Our King worships life
work for substance at the tree of life.
Shanti Lyre'… Ashanti Lyre’
A shanti... 'I'
The Prayer of Shame...
Our Change.
Azhasurea 'I'
Azhasuras.
For the measure of man has not chalice; the chaste' is not measured in another eye.
It is the spy Gabriel in the urn of the grail.
Uriel…
Gabriel…
Michiael…
Samiael…
Matisyaweih… Ehyre’
Eshre’I el… Eshurdae'i…
Danae'l… Eshurdae'i el
Selah Sela' se' amare' ah.
Amen.
There are two at two chali'. There are two at two chalices. Chali. Cali'. Californiael. The me'rcha'nt of war is walking backward out of the grail for chalice.
Shall I. Make Michiael a sword.
Or shall I make Michiael.
Ashanti I.
Amen.
California= Caliphas. Chi'el.
Ashure'Ire'.
My sword.
The earth found underneath the Prophet Daniel.
Jun 14, 2014
Jun 14, 2014 at 2:22 AM UTC
This body is to narrow to start the concrete picturesque poetry
As a marvelous bright sparkling spring into the pitch black marvel stone
My poems are shallow water running out of time climbing backwards
Shanti dances, Shakti watches, I ride the glossy magenta mountain byke Elementally through the potentially ***** city, gulping two little
flying spoons wwhhpp mhm
of
Brilliant IO Ag
Helth guarantieed on the nulth spelling positive not
Obtrusive politely declined skipped suggestive
Visually objective little pencil box down bellow
friend _ this is blank !
Absolutely! Absoulutely! A ****** stream of no perservatives no ***
Objecting flowery flunder opiates Words grow from
Barriers between insufficient gestures from human
Jazzy left ear leaving laments of sounds incapability to stay
Endlessly entwined and glued together as your soul loves
Tender tactile cats touch on your desperate desert sju++
Ave Gratias Plena Ava Gardner Avon Avion
My throat is not of a managment made suits suiting suitcases
I'm Tired Of Fraternities Or True Females Always Ends Well
Dec 10, 2015
Dec 10, 2015 at 3:37 PM UTC
Peace in the echo
The echo of love
Protect us like the hope of Zion
Walk in the echo
The echo of past
Learn from mistakes -
Insanity is doing the same
Over and over
Expecting different results
They say war
Brings about peace
Insanity
Yeah - them suits insane
Jah over all,
What must be will be
All temples fall
And with them bring peace
Peace in the echo
The echo of love
Protect us like the warmth of Sun
Govern yourself
Don't give in
Keep your will
Protect yourself
From their sin
Stand up still
Release yourself
To within
Keep your will
The day of revelation
Shines like supernova
Stardust in color
A reflection of Star
On the rocks of discarded dust
Lands life of decay and rust
Without death,
There'd be no life
And thus, the wilt is no bust
Balance
For each day, a night
For each night, a day
To keep order within chaos
Listening to each wind blowing
Will reveal and lead the communication
Dec 13, 2013
Dec 13, 2013 at 6:56 AM UTC
Lean on my chest, gentle one, let's sit holding hands,
mountain breeze whispers Shanti mantras, let's repeat it,
may tranquil be our souls, we aren't weary yet, but the ardor
of the climb ends here; from this vintage point we are,
distant heaven and beloved earth, look deceptively equidistant,
rest your eyes on mine, let me see eternity flashing it's light.
Don't even say a word, what your heart beat says is to my heart,
the view from this peak is what we dreamt always,remember?
an incredible leap of the souls, now we feel, is the reward of the trek
we are equanimous, yet the tears in your doe eyes, I can't bear,
we are mortals, pain is a mongrel, our faithful companion to the end.
Let's sit here, till the gold dust, the passing sun extravagantly sprinkles,
that tells stories of galaxies dying down and new ones taking birth-
finally settles, and the anesthetic of darkness gently descends.
Look! the hidden envious eyes of the night, from afar peep at us,
on the journey back, we'll fly beyond limits and vanquish the big dark.
Feb 12, 2015
Feb 12, 2015 at 11:22 AM UTC
He buried me amongst the dead
kicked the dust off his boots
left the house in it's peace
wandered in to the next open door
to spread the word.
Now I am buried,
being buried by the dead
You being the dead.
Do we love ourselves
more than God? (Call him/God Christ if you want to.
God is enough for me
with how a name gets thrown around
by those who defile the name
with abuses of their own design. Christ becomes in vain)
Are mystics justified, by their closeness to the divine,
their missions in life to show us God,
to rebuke us in each of their own given manner,
harsh or light as it might strike,
no matter the tear at our inner light they saw as dark.
"We use God's mighty weapons, not worldly weapons, to knock down the strongholds of human reasoning and to destroy false arguments." says the bible.
Who was arguing, asks I?
Om Shanti is Sanskrit for peace for the all human kind, peace for all living and non living beings, peace for the universe, peace for each and every things in this whole cosmic manifestation.
"Am I a non-believer for using a Hindu language, Mr. Mystic?" I ask.
Is God that absent from my inner mind?
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 6:22 AM UTC
OM Shanti Om
I radiate peace
in breath in moment
in actions as I walk in grace.
Om Shanti Om
I echo with peace
as I take meditative stance
to align with heart.
Om Shanti Om
I emit love
into the world
so it awakens
and we all live in peace.
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 9:13 AM UTC
***Wake up simply
to that within already!!!!!***
*All will come to pass
without the fear, doubt
The self pity of
perceived hopelessness
such is
more easily
that is the light
of deception
that is our
supposed
wakefulness
too certainly
blinds us
first off
from
what*
***we feel
so much
more deeply
and know
better
by
w
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!!!!!***
*So let us not be deceived
by semantics of what is....*
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Shanti, Ra!!!!
Aug 29, 2013
Aug 29, 2013 at 10:00 AM UTC
We are the lucky ones
Fated to a possible
Life on death row
Contradicting the notion
Of being the lucky ones
Who sing with joy
Weep with sorrow
A treasure trove
Within our souls
Another day digging
*Deeper deeper
Chakra chakra
Om shanti om*
Pain brings forth
A contact with an
Angelic realm so
Rejected by those
Cynics who chase
A life of ego
Surrendering will I
Chose to walk alone
Blind faith, blind folded
I fell and fell
The bruises swelled
I dusted off
Pulled up those
Pretty baby girl
Pink socks
And when I fell again
I was caught
The light too bright
For me to see
The truth so
Setting me free
Closing my eyes
I could finally see
The truth in me;
My light is never too bright,
I shine most in the dark...
And it is then
my soul
calls for
me.
© Sia Jane
Jan 5, 2015
Jan 5, 2015 at 8:28 PM UTC
Hand write
( Hands right
Sinistral kid)
Me a love poem.
(A sonnet?
Whatever)
Make me feel like a queen,
(Like Joanna of Castile?
I know who she is, you ****
Like I am worshipped and adored.
(Like Imelda Marcos then?
I have more shoes)
Make my heart flutter
(Arrhythmia
Whatever)
And swell until it bursts.
(Be careful what you wish for
......................)
Treat me like a princess
(Shanti Rajya Lakshmi Devi
I've Googled her as well)
And make all my dreams come true.
(I dream of a loaded gun.
So you can **** me?)
"No, just myself.
All I want is for you to ******* feel something".
Jul 25, 2018
Jul 25, 2018 at 8:16 AM UTC
Mein Teri manzil e nazar
Bikhra hua sa manzil e ghulsan
Udta panchi yaad liye ghum raha tha
Teri galiyaan mein yunhi likh raha tha
Khub khubsurati me rang me ghul raha tha
Aur ek shant mann me laga mausam ko dekhta mastana
Dhoop me shanti ko dhoondta
Phirta awarapan dilse...
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 1:05 AM UTC
"What do you do?"
"I create shelters for peace. Places you can go to when you have no where to go. I buy shacks in the desert."
He nodded, looked to his friend. Their social class hung on their East coast shoulders as they lifted a paid for beer up to their pampered lips.
I said, "If it is not something you need, it has no value to you. Much like a Bonsai or Christ."
I felt secure, knowing they couldn't grasp the feeling of being lost in a Western desert.
May 31, 2016
May 31, 2016 at 6:48 AM UTC
Saying good bye ant an easy thing to do
Especially saying good bye to you
I thank you my friends for this time spent
I thank you for being you
I spread my wings and fly away and head into the sun
Letting the wind take me on its way
Soaring down this crystal mountain with a soul fulled
With love peace and harmony
Follow your hearts dear
Follow your light to where your soul shines bright
Allow yourself to see your essence
You are one of life's true gifts
So I Spread my wings and fly away
and dip into the wind
mother earth guiding my way
Where ever I am know my friend
You can always come and stay
Heading in the direction of my souls calling
Feeling fear within
The age old game the ego likes to play
This time it won't win
Ive got more tools in my kiti
More love than ever before
Know that I'll carry you with me
As i turn and head out the door
So I spread my wings and float away
Allowing myself to be
The full expression of my inner light
The great gift you could have given me
This freedom to be me
Where I'll go no one knows
Now It's time to fly away
Where I'll go no one knows
Now It's time to fly away
Anahata
I wish you peace
Shanti shanti shanti
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 5:31 AM UTC
Om shanti tra-la-lace,
empty head fulla space.
Mismatched mouth and mind,
squawking every word ya find.
Buncha penny-sized pupils --
spun-out "gypsies" popping pills.
When ya finally say what ya mean,
I'll be where I was with no in between.
Om shanti tra-la-lo
pack yer patchouli and go.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 12:01 PM UTC
Crude handling. The matter,
The substance. Pain is same. Things
are slipping out of hands.
You are walking away.
To defer your sympathy, love boils.
Right spellings have wrong words.
You put the tears back
in your eyes. Drifting aimlessly. Your
existence was for carnivores.
Jun 9, 2023
Jun 9, 2023 at 10:03 PM UTC
PORTRAIT OF THE ARTIST AS A YOUNG BOY
Tom is 9
going on 10
& pens
" a few little verses
about the sadness
of having to
start school
again
every Monday morning."
Already young
Master Eliot
can see
THE WASTELAND
spreading out
before him.
"Monday is the cruellest day
breeding Mathematics
out of the deadened brain!"
"Damn...damn it...damn ya!"
"Language Thomas...language!"
"Shhhhh ...Tom...shushhhh!"
I comfort him.
"Shanti...shanti...shanti."
Jan 21, 2016
Jan 21, 2016 at 5:06 PM UTC
Shingle shook,
these bookish handles
cove your head in herringbone,
It's sewn into
our standard-issue,
dangled under spinnaker
Here,
you and I
will come to terms
the terms of our endearment
a curvature of earthliness,
in miniature exemplified
the surfeit of our inadvertent
vertebrae declined
toward
the wave
Aug 27, 2021
Aug 27, 2021 at 12:46 AM UTC
these quiet morning moments weaving through
my heart's loom,
stitching glimmering thread
softly into my bed sheets.
the look in your eyes as we wake and simultaneously
spiral back into each other -
vine wrapped delicately round the tree bark.
hands holding skin and unspoken words,
cradling a newborn slurring smiles in return.
yawning fingers intent on methodically massaging out
knots and jagged gaps,
reminded to not mold, reminded to let moments unfold, reminded to not hold on
too long.
tranquility in tender lips, airy down the spine,
reclining a mind bent over fever dreams,
gently tugging it back to reality.
grounding toes and cracking bones
and stretching an intimacy in patient growth.
set the day's metronome to the swsh-swsh of bristles on sleepy teeth,
swsh-swsh-swsh-swsh trying not to giggle spit sticky wishes,
tempering my touch with a lagging time piece,
keeping hasty hankerings in a box at my feet.
breathing the unmistakable scent of you in deep -
shanti shanti shanti
whispered across heavy-lidded eyes.
let me steep
my longing with tea leaves,
come drink the morning sky with me.
Jun 22, 2015
Jun 22, 2015 at 1:30 AM UTC
If we pray from the deeps of heart
Prayers reach straight to God,
Whatever we know and practise
It is due the benevolence of the God.
As I reach the park early morning
Four friends daily greet me,
Not a single day passes by
So punctual are they to meet me.
They know to which side I shall go
They lead me to my fixed post,
Keep looking back at me
If I am coming or somewhere lost.
Before I do they grab my bench
Where I exercise and relax,
As I scold them to leave
They get down, cling to my legs.
They are four legged friends
Better than the two legged,
So humble, loving and caring
Who wait for the two legged?
Om Shanti Om Shanti Om Shanti
Apr 22, 2020
Apr 22, 2020 at 8:27 PM UTC