New Poetry by Uma Jiji.blogspot.com

It’s a story of a well In a remote place where the kings dwell Girls couldn’t be in a shell No matter it is three Or a week into thirty three It’s a girl, a Shree While still in growing spells Tissues and organs with tiny little cells Bodies that can’t hear bells Pulled out of slumber From the mother's number A bed of dark umber There are thousands Hanging in the deep seated bands With no legs or hands  Into the earth's womb They travel into their dark tomb Mom can not even comb If by chance you hear Baby girl’s cries, as the winds tear With softness of a shear ‘Ma Lakshmi! the baby’s here!’ Alas in her world lasting a mere Couple of cries to hear… She is sent home Into the milky ocean, with an Aum Chanting as she drowns Little does she know The wells In that village show Through the wind or snow Not only to God’s name But to the stars and soundless game Those keep dumping the fame There is no hiding No, nothing dreading from abiding It’s goin...

I think of you, as always Telling myself, I am determined to sing Lyrics somehow seem to be missing  Nether do I know the tune or a thing. On days when it rains Listening to the thunder I think of you as going in your  Golden chariot across the clouds The pool of water drenching me I think of you showering with me Rain brings such perfume from the earth Filling the world in its aromatic breeze It is so intoxicating and I can not feel anything  Other than your sweet love that I bathe in As you are surrounding me everywhere, anytime Water drops or whiff of wind gently touching Pigeons are quiet as the night approaches So are the birds that came from distance I see some lonely birdlings crying for food Some are still trying for shelter  Having outgrown the nest they grew in They need a mate of their own So their babies can share the world That you so lovingly  created as you For you protect the beings with life or without, Narayana, name one thing that isn’t you Yo...

I do not ask for anything No not one I am happy left alone.. Neither wind  Nor rain can heal me Neither fire nor ice can soothe me My thirst cannot be quenched Because O my! its not my body That is thirsty or hungry It is an urge Since millenia  To seek You And yet not be able to find you Like the blind king of yore Who lived in an Era no more I regret to have ignored Your Kindness Or your words of wisdoms  I have never ever paid  Neither attention nor followed  Yet no regrets, so long As you still care to save me from all.. It is OK, let the king hold his throne With all his might, yet he is all  Thrown out to fall and perish.. Unless he leaves it and holds You There is no rescue..

Waiting to see you Once again, Welcome to a new day! Along the way  We paraded through  Ups and downs Sometimes plain Old plateaus  World as it revolves Revolutes, Making revolutions Causing turbulence Turmoil and  More revolutions And changing histories  Over the millennium From one epoch to another  Time travelling forth Men and women  Ever-changing  From birth To the cycle  Of births, I look up as a bird Waiting for the  Moon, and  Looking to see How you always  Shine and bring Rays of hope in the lives of all!

Que? I asked back They wanted to hear Who is it that listens  As they can enter the world of people From a midnight blue drive Through the star studded heavens Bringing joy amidst eagerness Anxiety and desperation Yes, it brings joy to see People from all three worlds, With all three types,  Past present and future Their lives' turnings,  Taking them up and down Passing through turmoils and turbulences Still wishing to find peace As the numerous things  They come across are just A ray of hope of past lives Merging into hopes of future With present work and worship, I guess you are that, Who have been always, K  A constant in my life!

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