Rise Like a Lotus!

 

From silent waters blooms the Padma,

Bathed in the warmth of morning's gold;

Rising above the depths below,

A timeless story softly told.

It wears the sunlight with quiet grace,

Yet draws its strength from hidden ground;

A reminder that true Bhakti lives

Where faith, patience, and peace are found.

The lotus never forgets its source,

Though crowned by beauty, light, and sky;

So may my soul, through every blessing,

Hold fast to truth as years pass by.

From sacred mud its roots arise,

Transforming struggle into art;

Just so, the Divine reveals itself

To a devoted, seeking heart.

O blessed Padma, teach me... 

To rise with gratitude, not pride;

To bloom in peace, with patient soul,

And keep devotion deep inside.

Betrayal Was God’s Blessing

 

The pain of betrayal opened my eyes,
Like dark clouds parting from the skies.
I kept on chasing fading love,
While praying for signs from God above.

I begged for care, for warmth, for truth,
Holding tightly to broken roots.
But slowly hearts I called my own,
Turned cold as ice, like hearts of stone.

The smiles they wore were never real,
Hidden wounds I could not heal.
The souls once close, so dear to me,
Became like shadows I couldn’t see.

Then God arrived with silent light,
To pull me out from endless night.
He showed me pain was not the end,
But a lesson meant to help me mend.

Now I no longer chase what’s fake,
Or lose myself for someone’s sake.
For every goodbye that made me cry,
Was God protecting me nearby.

Some people leave, some colors fade,
Some bonds were never meant to stay.
And every betrayal helped me see,
My worth, my strength, and set me free.

The Bird That Makes My Every Morning Special!

Cool breeze and golden rays,
Birds are singing cheerful lays,
Flowers spread their sweet perfume,
Chasing every trace of gloom.

Then my eyes begin to search,
For my little friend to perch.
Every beat within my heart
Waits for him to make his start.

Suddenly I hear the sound
Of tiny wings that fly around.
The moment he sees my cup of tea,
He quickly flies and sits near me.

Softly landing on my shoulder,
Making my happy mornings brighter.
From my palm he eats his channa grain,
Like a friend who comes again.

After that he spreads his wings,
Flying off while sweetly singing,
Joining all his friends in play,
To welcome yet another day.

Every morning starts with him,
Filling my heart up to the brim.
Oh, how beautiful life can be,
Starting each day so peacefully.

Echoes of Pain!

Like leeches that cling, sucking life away

Some partners drain, with hearts of disarray

Their love, a facade, a mask to conceal

The sadistic pleasure in another's reveal

Their grip, like leeches, tight and cold

Leaving scars, a story untold

The joy they take, a twisted delight

In another's pain, their darkest night

The leech's bite, a wound that won't heal

A constant reminder of love that's unreal

The sadistic partner's heart, a void so dark

Where empathy's lost, and distorted love embarks.

A dance of pain, a waltz of despair

Where one partner's joy, is the other's snare

The leech and the sadist, a twisted pair

Leaving destruction, without a care.

Hate None!

Everybody likes my flavor

But, I Couldn't withstand myself

When My flavor witnesses

Death, A Painful end to an Innocent Life!

These lines just flashed as sugarcane juice was flowing inside my throat. Then, He Said.....

I have just two ends

I loose my sight

When, I'm dipped 

In those flavors of Ginger/Lemon

Nobody is bothered about me

But, I Do care for people's throat. 

I'm never an hindrance 

To someone's throat

I hate None; I love None

But, I Do care for people's throat. 

As People Sip, 

They Enjoy The Flavor

Their Sharp Teeth Hurt Me

Still, I'm never an Hindrance

As, I Do care for People's Throat. 

I wish to crawl out

To protect myself from being hurt

I loose my voice when I'm dipped

In those flavors which suffocates Me

But, I Do Care for People's Throat

As They Love The Flavor flowing down their Throat.

Once, They Drink

They Crush Me To Death

Where is the humanity? 

To At least Thank for helping them

In enjoying Flavors of Ginger/Lemon.

But, I Don't expect, As I Do care for People.

That's the life of the straw! 

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