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Beacon of Enlightenment
BY

POETESS MAAYA DEV

Passing through the woods aimlessly
I was caught with some thoughts
Of some old feathers as retrospection
In reminiscence of some golden memories
I stopped by the woods
Sat alongside the river
Whole serenity in muse
Tranquil sky in sync, channelizing breeze
Nature’s symphony, rainbows rehearsing
Koel’s cajoling, peacock dancing
moment juxtaposing moment
to beget life.
A finite sequel of moments
Life-death-life-death…
till the moment ceases
for a new beginning
or, never to follow the sequel.
I watched the moon was playing
under the stars riveted sky
down in the river
fireflies’ drop the light
and I was feeling the warmth
of thousand splendid suns
as beacon of enlightenment.

BY

POETESS MAAYA DEV

Copyright © Maaya Dev
 NOTE:
The above poem will be translated to my mother tongue, Malayalam shortly on obtaining the required permission from poetess Maaya Dev - WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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An experience of a life time.

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What takes birth has to leave its 

five elements back on this earth 

and free the soul.

The wandering soul is like 

the restless mind- 

unsatiated and boundless.

Tonight, we witness the 

Divine changeover of Lord Jagannath,

 the reigning deity of Puri, Odisha.

Tonight, when the whole 

Northern Hemisphere sleeps, 

at the dead of night, 

the living part of the Lord - 

the Brahma (His soul) would be 

brought into His new body. 

An experience of a life time.

Happy Nabakalebara to the 

Jagannath culture

BY

POETESS LAGNA PANY

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Sit and wait at the lions gate
ran through hell, heaven can wait
Why did I chase my fate?
Now I stand alone at this rusty gate
Do I pick a angels lock?
accept the destiny from a skeletons clock
Raptures door, I refuse to knock
My strength and hope I will restock
The carnival reopens
My end is near
Only the unseen I truly fear
The things I believe I do see clear
A beauty called hope I forever hold dear
Naomi Porch 2015

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I hold you with a empty hand
without the danger of getting hurt
The loneliest journeys go unplanned
too many bridges I have burnt
Do you think we are worlds apart?
will we really need some time?
With a ending do we find the start
hidden emotions no longer mine
I wish that I was with you
I dreamt that you were here
a shyly drawn curtain I peek through
lost love that will bring me fear
A unfair conviction
The steal trap mind begins to close
failure was your prediction
but I guess I will never know
Naomi Porch 2015
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