The Wisdom balls

Galloped the pitcher of wisdom like a Halloween! 

Smiling at the wisdom lord ... generated the stag nation.

Smarter - became by an year!

The world has lost the decade of humanity....

Overtly ... Expressed the disgust!

Ran in a meadow with the dead cat! 

Halted the signal and went across!

With the wisdom balls which juggled 

And were bulldozed!

Falsely then exchanged greetings! 

Saying Goodbye.. The wonder bye's!

Shall learn the humane way! Shall be humble!! Shall be a disciple!

Wishing the acquisition of the best grains! In the best way. 

Love

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

And when nothing works,

The faith works

And when everything works

something becomes stagnant internally!

My beloved, my soul gets the blood rush

To have a glimpse of you

My master, I run with no mind

In no physical plane for you

It all has gotten stagnant

And only vibration is in your aura

I see you calling us

Oh..You were so near

Take us all,

In your garden, where we wonder fall!!

Love and Love

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

It wasn’t in the darkest and deepest of the woods,

That the talisman was explored,

It is simple, I realized

1.      When it is not a “Yes”, it is a “No”

2.      When it is not “Right”, it is “Wrong”

3.      And it is never Perfect, there is always a scope of Perfection!

Rest all is complex and remains void.

When you would be called,

He will ask: Were these events/activities part of your journey?

Was it fair enough?

Did you perform all your duties and promises of living correctly?

: All of these require to be answered in just 1., 2., 3.!

Rest all, the lord isn’t interested, let it be in the woods, let it be the wisdom unexplored. 

Love

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

His bounties were enough though

When Prophet (Peace Be Upon Him) ordered food and merry, the blessings like life he gave then.

- this day- we all celebrate Eid- Al- Fitr!

We shall righteously express the joy and gratitude with love and respect

Because thy practiced Fasting not from the tongue and stomach,

It was the worship through the soul

To feel the hunger, that a poor feels everyday

Because thy practiced not Zakaat to compete and obey a mere duty for a month/ life

It was the worship through a bodily action

To guard all against evils

Because thy offered prayers time wise time, as not an obligation

It was the worship to express the gratefulness

To confess for the intentional/unintentional sins

For not done these things since long!

Ramzaan is a month of peace, prayers, apologizes,

 Thanksgiving, empathizing, de addictions, self control

 and goodness and much more.

It is the month of God; it is the life of Almighty;

we are on his duty; we are his responsibility.

Follow him rightfully, so that he leads us in d same way.

“Congratulated thou, on the successful completion

Because he controlled, and followed, and flowed…”

And he says since then-

“God guides me every day,

He sits beside me

My every month is Ramzaan

My every day is Eid

I make merry every day…

For me, Eid is immediately after my prayers and

My food is the joy god gives on my face”

May God almighty forgive us all for our sins! Eid Mubarak.

Regards and Good Wishes

Kiran Sakkar Sudha

Annoying Bunch of Boomers

Those golden thought shaded away

The voices first echoed now faded away

Live yah ‘ ll here, for a micro minute stay

In these memories, all scattered it lays!

Those unsafe crossing the hoardings

Those uncivilized leg pulls,

Those sugar drenched teas

Those half submitted assignments

Those messy project works

Those cheats in exam

Those one day body illness

Those 3 day lies’

It obviously moves on, happily moves on

A lot yet to come

More beautiful to come

Good luck to all those, whose wedding bells rang

And also for the rest of those who are about to take a leap

Monsoons thy shower the plants,

May the rains be on a different spree

And water till it become a wish fulfillment tree….

Love

Kiran Sakker Sudha

The voices whisper

The voices echo

The voices create nuisance sometimes

The voices are blessings of the loved one’s

Some voices are different

Some voices are no different

Voices may be an argument

May be someone’s random call

Some voices are unsaid

Some are so meaningful - Baby’s babble

Some are unsaid – God’s reply’s

Some voices hallucinate but are strong- one’s Intuition

Some voices echo from no where

Some are like soft music on the synthesizer
Some bounces and blends in the other
universe of not humans
Some just cannot be described…
If there existed no physical bodies

And only intangible voices of people

His’s would have been my favorite

It sparkles like those in the shallow valley

It flourishes like words of heaven

Regards
Kiran Sakker Sudha

Like flowers of his garden,

God rear us all,
Like thorns to those flowers,
We treat him all,
More than angels he loves us all,
Like the devils of space we return him all,
Quietly he watches and glares, and blesses us though
Cry of desires, shout and thank him, that’s the way we know
We breach him often, in the life given by him
But still he comes to take some day, when the neon will dim
Like a petal of a flower, he treats us still, 
Half is over, and have not returned the softness and purity and love
That sooner I will!
Fictitious is over and around the hub
The paucity of life will marvel of the parts which is dubbed
The props and elements will go away
And then
You will live His life His way!!
Amen~
Love
Kiran Sakkar Sudha

Juxtaposed Reality and Virtuality

The magical dust sprinkled last night,

The stars were under my pillow,

The moon was playing peek- a- boo,

The wishes were flying in the room,

The aura was peaceful and like those in fairy tales…

The air was colorful, water was pink,

Like a Barbie she sat and narrated the story of Snow White

And the snow was all around…

Like a Rapunzel, she plaited here hair, and narrated the wonders of Alice’s world,

And we had, dodo, turtle, duck, rabbit, dormouse and every crawly creature there,

The place was full and stars were dimming down,

When the little red riding hood came running, out from the shackles of the wolf.. The room was like all humane…when there was treachery, fear, and disgust.

Then the three little pigs cheered up the room, the nightingale sang for us all, the magical carpet was dancing on the melodious tunes..

It was a delight to feel the world, away from this world!!

Not a fantasy, not a belief,

Only an imagination of what when Cindrella took away her magic stick and we were back in the world of Jane Austin, Fra Pandolf, Tennyson,  William Blake and yes, John Keats!!

Love

Kiran Sakker Sudha

Shank of Nobility

To be born to you was never my choice

To be born from you again is my only prayer

To be like you was never my choice

To be exactly like you is my only wish

To be in vein like you was never my choice

To be from vein to toe like you is my only longing

To be akin to you in my disposition, eyes, lips and nose was never my choice

To resemble you in more than these aspects is my only desire

To think like you in clash of times was never my choice

To think like a portion of thoughts is my only aspiration

To be as humble as you is my only appeal from myself

To be like you is my only wish

To be as patient, strong and serene as you is my only yearning

Nothing like you I have…

Nothing like you I am …

But still I am from you…

But still a part of you…

I own…heavenly, soulful and intangible part of you!!

Love Ma..!

Regards

Kiran Sakker Sudha

Read about Junko Furuta…I just couldn’t get over it! Did not wanted to share an article..But recommend reading about her, if you are strong enough to segregate imagining while reading. My words for her:

It is not yet the pain felt, was it just a trial of pain…

The torment, the anguish, the misadventure,

The bait of lust though, was it!!

For Furuta- was it painlessness, deathlessness, voicelessness;

She must have said:

I was not wounded or hurt, I was discomposed

I was not bruised, I was just irritated

I was not bullied, rather bulldozed

But a casuality for me, may be a misfortune

This was a part of my ordeal…

It was a Japanese adversity severe than any it suffered yet...May be nature takes Furuta’s revenge by all natural, nuclear and indefinable catastrophes it suffers every now and then….

Alas, How can it be a murderous win!!!

Deed fully, Rest in Peace Junko…

Regards

Kiran Sakker Sudha

When God said “Yes”

An upside down meteor strike

It hilted the dart and went across

Half was dressed, half work done, half eaten food

She ran, she ran, she ran, because

God said “Yes”!!

What an incompatible journey,

Couldn’t live up to the

one said faith

Once said promise

Once committed words

Her run was fast, faster and fastest, because

God said “yes”!!

Met few strangers on the passage

To whom she greeted

She cheered, she waived off them all then

Because her itinerary was pre planned

The distance was huge and God was waiting

To replenish her

 unsaid words,

 unfelt emotions,

unrealized world

The world left mourning for that day, because

God said “yes”!!

Her journey was beautiful,

her journey was short, and she went

along with the wind that day

Because God said “Yes”!