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Happy Dusserha

Tika on the forehead,

Though it seems late

Dusserha brings a delight,

Adorns house with light,

Fun and deep symphonic tune,

Though time fades soon

In the house of all Vedic people

With deep incantation of soul.

Family photos and a lasting video,

One seems to carry no avarice and ego

With brotherly hi and hello,

Life seems beautiful lo!,

With hymns and sacred Lord’s story,

Do not forget fun whatever it be.

A triumph of truth over falsehood,

Celebrated with dishes and food,

A triumph and all that cast light

And truth prevailed and delight.

Dusserha is fun

Make life a great lesson to learn.

Wheel of Time

All that sings die out,
Die like the morning dew,
And it is both me and you,
That enchant, that groan, that whisper and that shout loud.
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We are at eddy of time
And yet blushing bright waves the skyline,
In darker December or prouder June
Once in a blue moon.

We are on serfs and ripple,
The walks maybe as seas for all
Tidal to let us float,
We sail yet our silent boat.

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Seeming Fate

We sow
And we may grow,
And in countless delight
We may take flight.

Time is callous. Time is pathetic. Time is a foe.
We plant and we reap what we sow.

We are dying soul, yet ageless perpetuity,
For we are mine of vision, and beauty.

We in cloud nine
With our hearts swing,
We are yet a dispersed current of time,
It entwines us like whirlwind.

Fate is a man’s mold.
Banish in minds not, behold.

You carve out, and you are destined.
You leave it to the unseen, and you sin.

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Manly Susurrus

Our story is seeing light at end of tunnel
With our pervading and sublime soul;
Seeing beauty at all thresholds,
And creating all true goals:

Goals to envision better world and better life
To behold that life has crossed all delight.

Seeing every alley with clear Len,
Seeing the radiant sun shine,
Beholding all that is good
To fresh our sad mood.

Beholding stars as true boon
For time fades so soon,
Leading every walk with truth
To attain manly fruit.

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Birthdays

Children’s patter of tiny feet,

Though dawn turns into dusk and fleets,

There is a conjuring of young playing

Balloons on birthdays and running

Room to room with everyday fun

To remind us of the days done.

Songs of Life

Song is but life
To evermore be rife
With love and fraught with truth,
To finally attain fruit.

Susurrus of yard, and murmur of front porch,
Cars on the park and grudge,
Silence the thought and feel all,
Experience on the yard your soul.

Sing the days thus gone
And sing it merrily on the lawn,
Sing yet the shaking of leaves
With a cup of coffee sipped.
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In This Scene

I love her now
in this early bright
brimmed over with bloated breeze
In this scene where the tremulous sounds
of birds reecho,
In the sluggish flux
of air lifting up a tune,
making an enchanting
melody of her own beauty.
I love her now and here
Where the sky radiantly glow
Its golden hues and cast thin
Lines of rays passing
through my windows.
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Than All Man’s Fling

Beneath where the sky lies,
Somewhere down the silence seek,
All hopes go on and on high,
As one prays with his lip,

All truth deeply touching
All passion burst in doing,
Nothing left so fetching
Than all man’s fling.
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Captivating Life

What is this life two day’s,
Though memory of playing on hay,
On the open lawn and the greenland,
Days recollected of time spanned.

What’s this life temporal
If not redefined the soul
Lasting as said eons and ages
And not cross Heaven’s untoword fences.

What is this mortal frame
If not to frail hope reframe
With deep mantras of life
To evermore our soul revive.
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