The EU warms with Russian gas,
China buys crude in every mass,
India walks a careful line,
Non-aligned, its stance defined...
Yet Trump stood up with pompous roar,
“India funds this Russia war!”
Blind to facts, but loud with blame,
A jester crowned in power’s name...
He shook hands wide with generals grim,
From terror’s land, a partner’s hymn,
Praised Pakistan with smiling face,
While India earned sarcasm’s grace...
Walls were built, but sense tore down,
Science mocked in every town,
Allies lost and foes grew bold,
Tweets replaced the plans of old...
America first? Or circus first?
History notes the nation’s worst,
A rule of chaos, ego, lies,
Where truth was small, but drama, supersize...
So irony laughs, the records show,
Trump’s stage was more of a late-night show,
Blaming India, propping crooks,
A chapter fit for satire books...-
On this sacred day of threads and ties,
A ribbon of grief weaves through my eyes..
Though memories of you are faint and few, My heart aches deep, as if it always knew..
Today, while hands tie love in a thread,
I bow my heart for the soul that has fled..
Far from my kin, yet close in my prayer,
May you find peace in the light, out there, Bada Bapa🙏🙏🙏🥺😭-
On This Birthday of Mine
Today the sun shone a little more bright,
For love wrapped me softly from morning to night..
''My husband’s heart'', in each small surprise,
Made my world glow in the gentlest skies..
''My sister'', a wonder, as she always will be,
Sprinkled her magic and laughter on me..
My brother, family, their warmth so true,
Lit up my moments in colours anew..
A few 'dear friends', like stars in the dark,
Proved friendship’s flame is a steady spark..
Though the crowd was small, the joy was deep,
Memories bloomed that I’ll always keep..
Grateful to God, my heart overflows,
For the love in my life that endlessly grows..
To all who made my day so divine,
Thank you this bliss will always be mine...
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These days the flavors all feel bland,
Though spices dance at my command..
I stir, I serve, I taste, I try
Yet something's missing, I can't deny..
Each bite feels hollow, oddly still,
No warmth that only love can fill..
Then it struck me, plain and true,
The one who cooked was always you..
Your hands, your care, your secret art,
Seasoned with your gentle heart..
Now pots may boil and pans may sing,
But they can't give that mothering..
In every grain, I search in vain
For comfort wrapped in your refrain..
Turns out the food lacks only this
A mother's touch, a mother’s bliss..-
Separation isn't always
where love dies,
Sometimes it breathes
beneath goodbyes..
Staying doesn’t prove
a heart is true,
If it forgets to honor you..
Love is not a cage or chain,
It's what remains through joy and pain...-
Neither home nor halls of learning,
no place feels safe or sound,
In rooms once lit by noble hearts,
now fear is all around..
They say,
"A teacher is a guiding light,
a noble soul, a guide,"
But what if wolves now wear the robes,
and truth is forced to hide????????
We called them Gurus,
bowed our heads like parents, we believed,
Yet some have shattered sacred bonds,
and left young hearts deceived..
If places meant to shape our minds turn cruel and cold instead,
Where shall we run to seek the light,
when even hope has fled?????????????
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Be Lotic, Not Lentic in Life .....😊
Stagnancy has pungency, a silent, heavy breath,
It clings to dreams like stillness clings to death..
In waters where no current dares to flow,
The surface shines, but rot may grow below..
Lentic lies in silence, deep and wide,
A mirror of the sky, but dead inside.
No ripples dance, no waves to chase the shore
Just echoes of what pulsed here once before..
But life should be a river, bold and bright,
A restless stream in morning's golden light.
Be lotic, let your spirit run and race,
Carve valleys deep, make rocks give you space..
Let trials be your current, strong and true,
Let motion shape the best in you.
For waters that resist the urge to move
Lose not just flow, but life and truth..
So don’t be still when storms arrive
Keep moving, growing, stay alive.
Stagnancy has pungency, so don't relent
Be lotic, fierce, and ever intent...
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🌸 Why We Call You ''ମହାପ୍ରଭୁ ''🌸
Why do we call You ମହାପ୍ରଭୁ, dear?
Because You wipe every hidden tear.
You smile without speaking, You walk without feet,
Yet the love in Your glance makes our sorrows retreat.
You live in a temple, so grand and divine,
Yet You step out each year to cross every line.
No pride in Your heart, no riches You own,
Still kings and the poorest are Yours alone.
Your hands are small, yet they hold the skies,
Your eyes are wide like the morning sunrise.
You listen to whispers no one else hears,
You dance in our hopes and dissolve our fears.
You ride on a chariot, dressed in delight,
With flowers and music and flags taking flight.
The road feels like heaven when You pass by,
As if stars bow down from the watching sky.
We call You ମହାପ୍ରଭୁ (Mahaprabhu), not just in name,
But for lighting our hearts like a gentle flame.
O Lord Jagannath, so tender and true,
The world feels more beautiful because of You........
Jai Jagannath 🙏 🙏🙏-
Not every dawn begins with fire in your soul,
Some days feel heavy, like you're losing control..
But low moments are just part of the climb,
Not signs to quit, just pauses in time..
Inspiration may fade like the evening light,
Yet purpose stays firm through the darkest night.
Once you’ve chosen the dream your heart believes,
Don’t let doubt shake what your soul conceives..
The road may tremble beneath your feet,
But giving up means letting fear defeat.
One life is all you have to prove your spark,
So keep walking, even through shadows dark..
Work hard, even when you feel bent,
So in the end, there’s no room for repent.
No looking back, no ifs, no fears
Just steady steps through days and years
One dream, one fire, one voice within,
Keep rising up, again and again....-
I stand with folded hands🙏, eyes dim with longing🥹,
Beneath the azure sky where conches are thronging..
The 'Snana Mandapa' glows in sacred light,
While mantras float on breezes, soft and bright.
Yet through it all, I seek just one embrace
A fleeting glimpse of Your celestial face..
O Lord of Nilachala🥹, when will You start
Your 'Pahandi steps' that stir the world’s heart?
I've waited through dawn, through the noonday blaze,
For that hushed instant when the crowd will raise
A reverent whisper of Your hallowed name
And in that moment, nothing stays the same..
When will You come, O Ocean-Eyed King,
In 'Gajabhesha', with gods and mortals to sing?
In elephant grace, in divine disguise,
No mask can dim the speech of Your eyes..
One darshan alone shall cleanse and console,
Mending the fractures deep in my soul..
Come, O Jagannatha, part the seas of the crowd,
Let every drumbeat praise You strong and loud..
Let Puri tremble in unrestrained delight,
And flood my darkened heart with radiant light...🥹🥹🙏🙏
🙏🙏Jai Jagannath 🙏🙏-