Poem 46 : Never say die

When wolves of time surround you,
gleaming their sharp teeth,
when fear creeps
under your skin,
when hope fades out,
when strength thins up,
when death is about to embrace,
A coward would flee
praying out for thee.
Wolves would run behind
to tear apart its prey.
Death would come eventually,
slowly, painfully.

'No' screams inner me,
'Fight' is the call,
Like a warrior first,
with gritted teeth,
with stiffen jaws,
crouching and waiting,
for a move, a wrong one,
and you unleash,
with a fist of fury,
like hell fire,
no holds barred,
nothing held back.

In the shadows,
Was a silent master,
Master of time,
one who sent his wolves,
watching patiently,
smiling like he knew
what would happen,
whistles from the shadows.
Wolves stare back annoyingly,
The fight has to end.
They stroll back
to their master.

With bruises,cuts and wounds,
in the pool of blood,
lies a warrior,
who has fought to death,
against the wolves of time,
He has won
to live another day,
to fight another fight.
Thus the play ends to say,
Fight through and through,
Never say die,
when you die, die proud.

                         - Shashank.K.D(16-10-2014)

Poem 45 : Shiva and Sati

Mysterious is this energy
formed from the cohesion
of the opposite poles
to have formed a synergy.

Strong and Weak,
Stable and unstable,
Fusion and Fission,
Create and Destroy.

Swivelling around the
center of Positive
is the charged Negative
formed to create & sustain.

it is this Love,
so beautiful up above.
The love of Universe,
The love of Fire & Ice.

The Mother of Fire
& The Snow Lord,
Mother's Fire to Create
and Lord's Fury to Destroy.

One in another or
One for the other,
Both breathe as one
to live as one.

Shiva and Sati,
as Life and Love,
Inseperable and intangible
are you both out there.

May your creation,
live and breathe,
in your grace and Love,
The Love of Fire and Ice.

May we dance to 
the rhythm of love
and sing with fervor
the tandav of you both.

Let the World,
live for each other
and for one another
like Shiva and Sati.

- Shashank KD(Dec 1st, 2013)

Poem 44 : Shiva,The Pure

In pursuit of beyond sight,
beyond horizon,beyond our
modest existence, we have
always looked for divinity
as our humbled mind
cant fathom the vastness
of this mystic cosmos.

 

 

We yearn to believe
that the randomness
in universe is controlled
in some strange unknown
ways of someone all powerful,
all pervasive,all pervading,
source of creation.

 

 

In this mad search of
what is perceived to be
beyond human understanding,
we have always ventured.
And, I have found out that
my source of devotion
is devoted to a snow lord.

 

 

If anything has ever been
more beautiful than the creation,
it is the truth placed beyond it,
and to find truth in the God
and God in the truth is the
beginning and end of this
mystifying journey of solace.

 

 

Our sheepish imagination has
given you strange appearance.
With Skin of an elephant, clothing
of tiger skin, A trident as
weapon, A snake to decorate
your neck, A moon to add beauty,
Devanadi Gange in your tuft,
Damru to add music and
and a bull to ride.

 

 

Your bluish throat,your third eye,
has there been ever more beautiful
yet mystical imagination of Lord?
Ever so generous, Ever so innocent,
Ever so loving, Ever so peaceful,
Ever so detached, Ever so cryptic,
You are my source of Light.

 

 

You are the Lord of dance as Nataraj,
the Lord of animals as Pashupathi,
the Lord of dead souls as Bhoothanath,
the Lord of destruction as Bhairava,
the Lord of desolates as Kapali,
the Lord of charity as Bholenath,
the Lord of times as Mahakala,
the Lord of Lords as Mahadev.

 

 

You are Shiva, The Pure,
Always in deep meditation,
out there in the timeless time,
in the boundless space,
in the endless truth.

 

 

Satyam Shivam Sundaram,
Truth is as beautiful as you,
Only you and truth is beautiful,
Life is beautiful when we
can see you in Truth and
Truth in you.

 

 

We love you so much
that we want you to be
with us, in us,
in our strengths and weakness,
We chant out loud,
Hara Hara Mahadev,
that Mahadev lives in us all,
that all of us are Mahadevs,
If we believe in you,
in your purity, in your truth,
in your divine existence.

 

 

You are my struggle,
my purpose,my solitude,
my yearning,my reason,
to make life better
for me and all,
to pray for goodness,
to dream of a day
when i am freed
and made to rest
in your abode.

 

 

Until then, I will
fight for the goodness
in me,that is you,
I believe that the Mahadev,
lives in me as long as
I am free from material desires,
I am an ahami Shiv Bhakth.
My Ego is for being right,
My Ego is for being true,
My Ego is for You.
I will never bow out,
If i ever do,
Punish me harder than
the sinners, Guide me,
Bless me, Have mercy
on me and always bless
me the Light of Truth.
Let me live,dwell,float
and sink in this illusioned
reality, Let me pass
the corrosion of this body
in the name of you,
Let me sing and sing,
in your praise,
Let me find rest
in your mercy.
Let me live and die by you.

 

 

- Shashank Dambal(11-10-13)

Poem 43 : The Circle around you

An end in itself

Is a beginning.

Like a circle,

Which ends to begin,

Which begins to end,

Which sides cant bind,

Which is infinite,

Which is a continuity,

Which starts at centre,

And can end only at centre,

Like your life.

Life as they say,

tests you from

the very beginning

Till the end.

The circles revolves

around you, with you

In centre, the centre of all.

People have tried,

From ages long,

to find the pi

Of circle, but it

still grows like you

In the vast cosmos

Of universe, yet

We strive and thrive

To find the end,

The end that begins.

Like the seven strings

Of music that plays on

Your turbulent senses

Trying to bring an eerie calm

Yet the temple strains

Persists in search of pi,

The pi of circle,

The pi of life.

The search that never ends

And Never did it begin.

We have come with gifts

To think, to adapt,

To survive, yet we see

What is beyond,

what makes us,

what ends us.

Few remain in this

Search at the end

To see and smile

”Oh so, this is the beginning!”

-          Shashank K D(25-04-2013)

Poem 42 : Not just yet

Withered autumn leaves

Flew past me

On a dry dusty morning,

I was lost in thoughts.

I couldn’t move,

I couldn’t come out

Of these thoughts,

Which strained my innerself.

Why would we have

to come here just

To hate, to create

these non-existent lines.

Why would we have

To pray, to believe

In something better

When it just meant nothing.

Why would we be

gifted with life when

All we would do

was to destroy it one day.

Why would anything

Be so beautiful

Inside, in thoughts,

In stories, in dreams

When all the reality is cruel.

Why we strive hard

to make a hut

When the storm

would just blow it away.

Why is it always

We end up in

rubble after all

the palaces we build.

Why there has to be

colors, why there has to

be diversity, when all

would end up in red.

Why do you feed

us with berries

When we would

all end up in mud.

Why do you let

us think,why did

You create when all

you meant was to destroy.

Why have you left us

In dark, why do you

roam around unseen,

Why do you hide?

Why can only we

speak, and only

speak violence

When all others die in silence.

Why have kept the

silent ones always thinking

When they are not

speaking anyway.

Are we just walking with

the hope of light

At the end of tunnel,

Will we ever come out?

I may pray

When I am weak,

When I am tired,

But I will not break.

I will dig through,

I will find a way out,

I have not given up,

Not when I come this far.

-          Shashank K D (19-08-2012)

Poem 41 : My Promise

There was this vast land,

Ruled by mighty kings,

With enormous wealth,

Where marvels happened,

Generations have passed

And the marvels still stand tall.

Amidst the chaotic world,

There is this place,

Built on the walls of values,

that came from the ages old,

There is this place,

Where I breathe,

Where I live,

This is my mother land.

Ever so colorful,

Ever so beautiful.

Let me smear my face,

With this holy soil,

And breathe deep

the scent of my divine home.

I thank you,

The almighty.

For my soul breathes this air,

For my tongue speaks this magic,

For my heart feels this Mother

with an ocean of love.

Yet, I live in these troubled times,

where the sons have

forgotten the obligation

that came when they

were gifted this life here.

The obligation to keep

her happy, to respect

the values she has stood for

from the time immemorial.

The duty to stand by,

unaffected by this petty

selfish mean desires.

I pass every day

As my Mother gets humiliated

By her very own sons,

Whom she had nurtured.

I pass every day

watching these monsters

Abuse this holy land.

I pass every day

gulping down the pain

that runs through these veins.

I pray and pray

For what one man can do,

What one man can do,

to stop this defilation,

to make a difference,

How can this inception,

be fired in the hearts

Of billions who share my home.

Then I feel, I can,

When I believe I can,

Sometimes you just need

to take a step back,

to make a big leap.

Sometimes you need

to believe in the dawn,

When it is still dark.

Sometimes you need

to just jump in,

when you still think

you can’t swim.

Sometimes, you have

to go beyond, where

others have always feared.

Sometimes, you just

to need stop thinking

And start doing.

As this urge surges within,

I promise on this day,

That my soul won’t die in peace,

Unless I see a smile on your face,

Unless your glory rises back,

You are my Mother India.

-          Shashank K D(15-08-2012)

Poem 40 : A Delight rejoicing as ever

As the chunks of photons

smeared my face

on a pleasant morning

one day, when i

went along the

empty roads under

the calm canopy

of big old trees,

i smiled, for my

thoughts skimmed

from within.

thoughts, They are,

flying around my

inner side, revolving

over glimpses of you,

as i cruised over

the countryside,

i wondered, how

my eyes caught that

smile one day,

to push me out

of senses, to dwell

and get lost,

to forget for a moment,

all those worries

that kept my temples

wrinkled, i wondered

how beautiful is

simplicity, how

pleasing is your

composure, how

convincing is your

presence, how

nimble is your

posture, how

would i just

go beyond the mighty

walls of civilization

just to make sure

the angel within

you stays, the glow

around you blooms,

so that i rejoice

and succumb in this

sedating aura of you.

And after these thoughts

dived back, i realized,

i had reached,

as my senses came back

to reality,

there was you,

smiling,i said

to myself,

there is this delight

i would shelter

all through my journey.