Shivratri poems on Hello Poetry

amrutha Feb 2014

Indian Legends.

The Legend of Triambakeshwar
The supreme Lords, Brahma and Vishnu
On that auspicious day were fighting for the highest milestone
For honour
Claiming Wisdom
Voicing out their mighty combat impale
At that very moment, a resplendant pillar
Emerged, took form before them
Standing tall into the skies and stooping low spearing the Earth.
Brahma and Vishnu saw the pillar
As an examiner of infinite Wisdom
They both decided to find either end of the pillar
to prove their supreme position.
Brahma took form of a swan
to find the topmost portion of the pillar
Vishnu turns into a Boar, being the land's wild driller
to discover the bottom part of this pillar.
Brahma returns and lies to Vishnu
"I Have Found My Goal, 'O Vishnu"
Lord Vishnu surrenders with a humble heart
A fruitless effortless failure.
This pillar is no ordinary pillar
The Legend holds it as the sacred Linga
The Lord of Lords, the destroyer of Evil
The three-eyed one, the blue-throated one
Neelakanta,Shiva,Mrida,Rudra
Dayakara,Hara,Maheshwara
The Lord with 1008 titles of honour
Ageless, timeless, formless,
Limitless.
Shiva cursed Brahma that day dusk
"Your foul deceit smells above this land, Brahmadev
Punishment is a part of crime.
You shall never be worshipped under the stone-carved.
Temples shan't have place for you"
Brahma, enraged, growled upon the Lord
"Your greatness shall be pushed into this Earth
Into the same pillar, the Linga!
At the foot of Sahyradri, your abode lies
from now,
till forever comes."

Dear Fearless Devotee, know this that you must
On the dark midnight of this hand-chosen day
Maha Shivratri
The Holy Linga takes form as the Lingodbhav Moorti
At the blessed land of Triambakeshwara.
From underneath the Earth,
Like a descendant from the skies
The ruler of the seven worlds
Bhu, Bhuvas, Svar, Mahas, Janas, Tapas, Satya
The invincible source of destruction
Of the Seven Hells, Paatala
*Atala, Vitala, Sutala, Rasaataala, Talatala, Mahaatala,
The Patala.

काममय एवायं पुरुष इति।
स यथाकामो भवति तत्क्रतुर्भवति।
यत्क्रतुर्भवति तत्कर्म कुरुते।
यत्कर्म कुरुते तदभिसंपद्यते॥

Holy Shivratri, 2014.

Armin Dutia Motashaw Mar 2019

Happy Shivratri

Happy (શુભ શિવરાત્રી) Shivratri.

ભમ ભમ ભોલે, આવી શિવરાત્રી ની રાત

પોતે વિષ પીને, શિવજી એ આપી બુરાઈ ને માત

વિષ પીતાં શીખીએ આપણે પણ
જીવનમાં ;

તો કદાચિત થોડી શાંતિ વધે, આપણા જીવનમાં .

Armin Dutia Motashaw

Lal Ratnakar May 2020

O MY DAD, O MY MOM!

Lacking all mumbo-jumbo of a God,
He never gave me any spiritual sermon,
Work hard, read well and remember,
Lethargy is the handiwork of a demon.

One day he took me to a Lord Shiva’s temple,
Both found it thronged by people in thousand,
Suddenly I saw a shivling outside main temple,
Poured all my water there, made a circle around

Not finding me beside him inside temple,
He became quite nervous and came rushing out,
Relieved to see me, he noticed my work,
Temple-visit on Shivratri Day later got ruled out

Guess what my mother taught me all along,
Learn to be fair, do not try harm other,
If you dig in heels none would dare stand,
Enemy would welcome to be your brother

Buying and cooking with all care,
If you eat well, you think quite well,
Blood flowing in my veins are hers,
I do not remember I ever got un-well.

Hold a girl’s hand only for marriage,
Good husband’s any day better than soldier,
Let your children outshine war-medals,
Eat home-made food and avoid hamburger.

PREAMBLE TO POEM

To my humble mind, parents are the best version of gods and goddesses because they are hallucination-free. But, are’nt we busy elsewhere and forget them easily.

My extra attachment to my parents is borne by the fact that I am alive today due to their joint pain and pang about my health and life. I am alive today solely because of their joint venture and exercises for my healthy life.

As it happened I got afflicted by a disease which dogged Alexander and Napolean …notwithstanding the fact they were World Conquerors.

While my father got busy consulting Allopathic doctors, my mother began roping in occultists and astrologers to try bring immediate relief to me. But disease was threatening to be life-long and hence the intake of medicines.

To find a cure for my ailment, my father even began dabbling in alternate system of medicines.

As allopathic medicines were making me feel worse, taking cue from his daily success in handling medical problems of his patients with sweet globular pills –call it sweet pills if you must – I decided to switch over to his care despite his vehement protest.

But -- lo and behold! -- malady stopped repeating and thus began the unprecedented saga of MEDICINE-FREE HEALTH with no end in sight still. At 61, one kilometer walk and 5-7 kilometer of cycling is no problem

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