I turned around You were out of sight
And I thought
Goodbye would be easy
Lest I knew
That last look of your eyes
Would clinch my soul forever.
So to breaking up I said,
"I shall see you never."
© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]
PadmaShree, Sri Jayanta Mahapatra once said,"There is something in me that refuses to die. It’s there, somewhere deep inside me perhaps. And this is poetry." The genesis of POETICbug was thus an act of unleashing the curbed thoughts in the form of poems. POETICbug,says, "I praise; I dare; I invoke care; You write, recite my glory; I am, Poetry." -Taking forward the spirit of poetry !
Each day a kind deed.
Break up, Never !
I turned around You were out of sight
And I thought
Goodbye would be easy
Lest I knew
That last look of your eyes
Would clinch my soul forever.
So to breaking up I said,
"I shall see you never."
© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]
India, my land
From the land of the five rivers to the land where the three water bodies meet,
From the land of the Mahatma to the land where the seven sisters live,
Spreads a phenomena that you and me imbibe,
Not now but since ages she has been alive.
In the Hindus’ mantras and the Muslims’ azaan,
In the Sikhs’ gurubani and the Chirstians’ mass,
In all Parsis’ faith and the Buddhists’ believes,
She is Culture whom we seek.
In Bharatanatyam ,Lavni ,Kathak and Chhau nitraya,
In the Bhangra spirit and the Assami Sattriya,
With the Dandiya sticks and the Odissi grace,
She is Culture , we find her trace.
In the tangy sambar-idlis and the grilled tandooris,
In delicious Dhoklas and Rajasthani Kachooris,
In the Bhopali kabbas and the Odia rasagollas,
She is Culture , eyeing like a foodie lass.
In Navratri , Id , Pongal and Ganesh Chathurti,
In Rath Yatra, Ramzaan, Onam and Guru Nanak Jayanti,
In Dree,Independence Day,Christmas and Diwali,
She is Culture ,who celebrates happily.
In Kanjivaram ,Khadi ,Phulia and Sambalpuri,
In Mooga silk ,Banarasi ,Kota and Luncknow’s Chikankari,
In Kosa ,Balrampuram, Ilkal and Pathani,
She is Culture , who drapes divinely.
In Sanskrit ,Hindi ,Urdu and Marathi,
In Odia, Santhali ,Kannada and Gujarathi,
In English,Hariyanvi ,Tamil, Bengali and many,
She is Culture , who converses fluently.
In Yoga,Chess and Hockey,
In Kabbadi ,Kalarippayattu and Khusti,
In Kho-kho, Archery and Snake boat race,
She is Culture , winning with ace.
In Taj Mahal , Meenakshi Temple and Qutub Minar,
In Gol Gumbaj ,Sun Temple and Charminar,
In Red Fort,Khajurao and India Gate,
She is Culture , embracing our heritage.
In Bapu ,Netaji , Bhagat and Malviya,
In Tagore , Premchand , Ruskin and Surraiya,
In Tirkey , Bhaichung , Dravid and Mary Kom,
She is Culture , who they epitome.
An amalgamation of diversity,
The depiction of multiformity,
The identity to our past, present and future,
Standing elegantly , our formidable Indian Culture.
TRIVIA
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{ When I think of India, she amuses my thoughts with her diversity. This is a sincere, honest and respectful tribute to the Incredible India I belong to. }
Spreads a phenomena that you and me imbibe,
Not now but since ages she has been alive.
In the Hindus’ mantras and the Muslims’ azaan,
In the Sikhs’ gurubani and the Chirstians’ mass,
In all Parsis’ faith and the Buddhists’ believes,
She is Culture whom we seek.
In Bharatanatyam ,Lavni ,Kathak and Chhau nitraya,
In the Bhangra spirit and the Assami Sattriya,
With the Dandiya sticks and the Odissi grace,
She is Culture , we find her trace.
In the tangy sambar-idlis and the grilled tandooris,
In delicious Dhoklas and Rajasthani Kachooris,
In the Bhopali kabbas and the Odia rasagollas,
She is Culture , eyeing like a foodie lass.
In Navratri , Id , Pongal and Ganesh Chathurti,
In Rath Yatra, Ramzaan, Onam and Guru Nanak Jayanti,
In Dree,Independence Day,Christmas and Diwali,
She is Culture ,who celebrates happily.
In Kanjivaram ,Khadi ,Phulia and Sambalpuri,
In Mooga silk ,Banarasi ,Kota and Luncknow’s Chikankari,
In Kosa ,Balrampuram, Ilkal and Pathani,
She is Culture , who drapes divinely.
In Sanskrit ,Hindi ,Urdu and Marathi,
In Odia, Santhali ,Kannada and Gujarathi,
In English,Hariyanvi ,Tamil, Bengali and many,
She is Culture , who converses fluently.
In Yoga,Chess and Hockey,
In Kabbadi ,Kalarippayattu and Khusti,
In Kho-kho, Archery and Snake boat race,
She is Culture , winning with ace.
In Taj Mahal , Meenakshi Temple and Qutub Minar,
In Gol Gumbaj ,Sun Temple and Charminar,
In Red Fort,Khajurao and India Gate,
She is Culture , embracing our heritage.
In Bapu ,Netaji , Bhagat and Malviya,
In Tagore , Premchand , Ruskin and Surraiya,
In Tirkey , Bhaichung , Dravid and Mary Kom,
She is Culture , who they epitome.
An amalgamation of diversity,
The depiction of multiformity,
The identity to our past, present and future,
Standing elegantly , our formidable Indian Culture.
TRIVIA
----------
{ When I think of India, she amuses my thoughts with her diversity. This is a sincere, honest and respectful tribute to the Incredible India I belong to. }
The Beauty Blot
An untainted white paper,
Falls a drop of ink,
With motive or no;
Blots the sheet,
I think;
But comes the artist,
With a sunshine smile,
And an imaginary scene,
As his pencil jigs,
The ink blot moves,
Lines, straight and curves,
Criss-cross each other,
Surprised, I stand aloof,
In a minute and two,
The blot disappears,
Incarnates into,
A serene face of cheer.
© Copyright Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]
Falls a drop of ink,
With motive or no;
Blots the sheet,
I think;
But comes the artist,
With a sunshine smile,
And an imaginary scene,
As his pencil jigs,
The ink blot moves,
Lines, straight and curves,
Criss-cross each other,
Surprised, I stand aloof,
In a minute and two,
The blot disappears,
Incarnates into,
A serene face of cheer.
Script of the sublime bond
Wrapped in the creases of the sheet,
Lay the melting moments on bed,
Of the previous night,
When romance drizzled outside,
And emotions within,
The cool morning breeze,
Sneaking through the window slit,
Smiling at her,
As she glistens in the sunlight.
Each crease a witness
to their story,
Of the brewing passion,
Her shy love,
And humble submission,
Of tender touch,
silken drapes, wine glasses,
And his tantalizing hold,
The creamy darkness,
Lit by dim lights,
Its silence, paused by
Resonating heartbeats.
As the sky roared,
Drew the silver lining,
Beyond bodily selves,
Souls united,
Promises reverberated,
Fears buried,
Happiness embraced,
Tears rolled down,
Script of the sublime bond,
Left an indelible impression.
© Copyright \O~O/ Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]
Lay the melting moments on bed,
Of the previous night,
When romance drizzled outside,
And emotions within,
The cool morning breeze,
Sneaking through the window slit,
Smiling at her,As she glistens in the sunlight.
Each crease a witness
to their story,
Of the brewing passion,
Her shy love,
And humble submission,
Of tender touch,
silken drapes, wine glasses,
And his tantalizing hold,
The creamy darkness,
Lit by dim lights,
Its silence, paused by
Resonating heartbeats.
As the sky roared,
Drew the silver lining,
Beyond bodily selves,
Souls united,
Promises reverberated,
Fears buried,
Happiness embraced,
Tears rolled down,
Script of the sublime bond,
Left an indelible impression.
© Copyright \O~O/ Salvwi Prasad [POETICbug]
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