Jatayu. A poem in English and Devnagari- Hindi. Letter J # a to z challange

He stood blocking Ravana's path

Mountainous courage filled the bird

Sampaati's sibling

Friend of King Dashrath

Jatayu felt it his bounden task

To stop the Rakshasa from eloping

With Sita, the queen of Sri Rama's heart

He fought without a stop

Finally falling to the evil sword

Of the murderous man

The bird held on to his last breaths

To point out which way hath gone

The king of Lanka with the woman divine

An instrument of a theatre sublime

He departed to a far away Bliss-land

Touched with the Creator's own hand.

वीर  जटायु  की ललकार

दुष्ट तू क्यूँ देता  हुंकार

महा नारी पर अत्याचार

कुछ तू कर ले अपना विचार

देख  मैं तेरा काल खड़ा 

मुझे परास्त कर, ये मेरा वार चला 

 

खूब लड़ा वह रामभक्त 

रावण को कर पाया त्रस्त

गिद्धः था वह एक महान 

सम्पाती का अनुज सब जान 

चाहे छुड़ा न पाया माता  को रावण से 

प्राप्त हुआ श्री राम चरणों में मोक्ष उसे 

अंतकाल में दिया दिशा  ज्ञान

जिधर को थी  रावण की उड़ान

महान तू तेरा काज महान 

आज भी हम करते गुणगान

I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 A to Z challenge. Please read, comment and share freely and do come back :)

Invincible Faith- Prahlad - Letter I

Contd from http://www.sunilavigauthor.blogspot.com.au/2016/04/hiranyakashipu-letter-h-for-a-to-z.html


Dear reader let us again
You and I, plunge into
The tale we left half
Of the mighty asura Hiranyakshipu.

Every being quaked under his threat
Acquiesing to his divinity
All except his gentle progeny
Prahlad 'the one who was Joy filled'

Pampering and the rod both futile
Prahlad stuck on to his love
Of his deity- Narayan
Seeds sowed when he was unborn

Bloomed into a large tree
Of faith unshakeable
Hiranyakashipu tried every way
Of un-lifing the steady boy

Snakes, venom, elephants
And the last and strongest try
Holika, the asura's sister
Sat on a pyre with Prahlad on her lap











Sure the tot would burn
Certain of being safe herself
From the boon she had earned
However things went askew
To the dismay of the mighty parent

Holika burned, while the little
Child sat with palms folded
And this is why now we
Dear reader celebrate the
Holika dahan and Holi


Hiranyakashipu ground his teeth
Demanding of his son
Proof of the existence
Of the one he deified
In a palace pillar

Smiting it asunder with a mace
His laughter rang out loud
To be stopped midway by an
Emerging figure, half-beast half-man
Striking fear in all hearts.



All but the little boy quaked
Belief and knowing writ large on face
Narasimha this was dear reader
An avatar that came to vanquish evil
In answer to the universal plea

He fulfilled all conditions
Of Brahma's boon and so
The asura was decimated
By one that was not man
Nor by a weapon- by claws.

Not in the night or day
It was dusk
Not in nor out- on the threshold
Not on earth or space
On the thighs of the Lord

The asura met his end
While the raging Lord
Could be calmed down by no one
Apart from the gentle prayers
Of his little devotee

Prahlad- filled with devotion
Intermingled with sorrow
For the loss of a father, though not benign
Lived on to be great and good
One of the most powerful Asura Kings to ever reign.

                                                 
I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 A to Z challenge. Please read, comment and share freely and do come back :)

Hiranyakashipu, Letter H for the # a to z challenge

Jai - Vijay, keepers of Vishnu's gates

Doomed to be born as asuras

Irony of ironies.

                                                   

Born to Diti and Rishi Kashyap

And yet their lives were doomed

Hiranyakashipu and Hiranyaksh

Born only to be liberated

By the Divine

Thus this drama unfolds....

Hiranyaksh slayed by Vishnu

Fired up Hiranyakashipu

With vengeful thoughts

Brahma as is his wont

Allowed him a

Seemingly impenetrable Boon

Shiva adding on

Pleased with austerity

Endowing him every power

The Gods foreseeing 

The misery about to be

Unleashed on all three worlds

Sped to his palace

While he was away

Attempting to kill his spouse

Kayadhu, Narada intervened

Took the pregnant woman

In his care

At his ashram she stayed

Listening to his chants

Of Narayan Narayan

And every holy vibe

Went through her being

To little Prahlad

Hiranyakashipu,s son

Huddled in the womb

Was filled before birth

With devotion 

For Him who his father 

Hated with all his might

What a sorry plight is this dear reader

What will the father do?

Will the son hold on

Or give in to fear and sway?

Himalayas shook to the roots

With the strength and prowess

Of the mighty Hiranyakashipu

He wielded the rod

And imagined he was

In reality God.

Contd here
http://sunilavigauthor.blogspot.com.au/2016/04/invincible-faith-prahlad-letter-i.html

Dear reader keep a sharp eye on the blog here for this tale is to be contd in Invincible faith-Prahlad for letter I of the challenge.

I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 A to Z challenge. Please read, comment and share freely and do come back :)

Ganga the redeemer- Alphabet G # a to z challenge

          

  Part - 1

  Mother

The many named one

Ganga, Bhagirathi, Thripataga

Sri Vishnu as Vamana

Pierced some other world 

With his toe

And you seeped through that hole

First washing over His feet

  Thus becoming ever venerated

     To settle in Swarga

          Swirling in your own waters

Until sent down to Earth by Brahma

On Bhagirath's plea

To free his ancestors

Accursed sons of Sagara

You came with 

A thundering majesty

Deciding to wash off  Martyaloka altogether

But wait

You were locked as you dropped

In the tresses of the Ascetic of Kailasa

And had to calm your flow

You had no other go

Before you redeemed those souls

And flowed down to Patala

You left behind a steady stream

Of blessings for us mortals.

Part - 2

Married to King Santanu
In beauteous mortal form
All of it pre-planned
To free the Vasus

On the condition that
You be not questioned
Love-lorn Shantanu agreed
But could not bear

The sight of you drowning
Son after son
And lost you when he
Stopped you at the eighth





 
 True to word you left,
Baby Devavrat in your arms
And brought him back when older
One who became the Pitaamaha
Of the mighty Kuru clan

One known for the toughest pledge
The one and only-Bhishma
Finally freed on the bed of arrows
In the Mahabharata war

You flowed pristine and shimmering
Blessing and redeeming
All your children through the ages
The masses still thronging
Half-heeding of the Sages

Mother you need our care today
We dare not turn our backs
For what sort of an offspring would that be
That smote thy loving hand.

* If interested check this out.
http://www.gangarights.org/what-you-can-do/learn/ganga-endangered/

I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 A to Z challenge. Please read, comment and share freely and do come back :)

Fullara Devi-Sati and Shiva. Alphabet F for the # a to z challenge

Where do I begin 

This tale of love 

Dear readers

                                                                                    

                                                   

There dwelt Adi-Yogi Shiva

In unity with Shakti

Mother of the Mighty Three

In a time beyond time.

All was well.

She separated from her Lord

To help create the Brahmannda

 

Her work done 

The one way she could return

Was tedious to say the least

She had to be born of Daksha

The son of Brahma,

Making her at the same time

Her own

Great grandmother and grandchild

After many a hurdle 

Shakti, now Sati

United with her ascetic Hero

In marriage.

 

There the story does not end,

For Daksha the vengeful

Carried in him the venom

Of senseless hatred

Finally causing Sati to 

Fling herself into his Yajna fire

Rather than bear insult

To her spouse

Tandava shook Heaven and Earth

Shiva's agony unbounded

unleashed a mighty rage

 

He carried the corpse of Sati

His beloved - while he danced

The universe unable to bear 

The weight of it all.

Every being as one pleaded with Vishnu

Who tried to calm and appease

One who tore like a hurricane 

All over the land of mortals

In the end 

Nature took things in her hands

Dropping the Divine feminine

All over in bits

Her lips at Fullara

Now worshipped as Fullara devi

Fifty-one Shaktipeethas 

Marking the Goddess parts

And

Bhairava your Lord

Finally ensconced 

To be forever with you. 

 * https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fullara

 * https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shakti_Peetha

I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 A to Z challenge. Please read, comment and share freely and do come back :)

Ekalavya's parting plea- alphabet E for the # A to Z challenge

Gurudev- Pranipaat,

Had you asked me for my life
I would have given it up
Had you asked me for my arms I would give them up
All you asked for was a thumb

I the son of the NishaadRaj
King of the outcastes
HiranyaDhanush
Nothing was too much to give

You cited my lowly caste
 Refusing to teach
I had to be an archer
That was my lifelong dream

I could not escape my destiny
And so I learned
Looking at your image
Deep within the jungles

That dog whose barking irked
My sadhana I silenced
With a mouth-plug of arrows
Little did I know

You were near
Or I would have rushed to welcome you.

Arjuna my brother in archery
Made insecure
You had to keep your promise
To him

He had to be the greatest Archer
I have no complaint
 But my heart is wrenched
I know people will speak

Finally I got my due
And parted ways with life
At the hands of the blue-hued one
What better way to go

Before I go, though
I write this and hope you will hold me dear
In some corner of your heart.
I hope to come back and be your student once more

Eklavya.
ए क ल व् य

                                             
* Later, Ekalavya worked as an archer of King  When Jarasandha planned to besiege Mathura , he was aided by Eklavya who was a skillful archer. Eklavya also helped Jarasandha and Shishupal  by chasing Rukmini  while she eloped with Sri Krishna ( This was not uncommon at the time where a woman had the rights to chose her husband and she could go to any extent to protect this right). After Jarasandha's demise, Ekalavya sought to avenge him by campaigning to destroy Kuntibhoj and every Yadav in Dwarka. During the attack, he is slain by Sri Krishna Bhagwan.

I am writing poetry based on Indian mythology/history for the April 2016 #A to Z challenge. Please read, comment and share freely and do come back :)

Dadheechi or Dadhyanga for alphabet D of the # a to z challenge

Blessed by Shiva

Diamond hard boned

The man- Rishi Dadheechi

Each boon, each curse knitted together

In cosmic design

Deigned to bring out one

Support another

The asura Vritra- invincible till defeated

Stole all water from the Universe

Aiming at the vanquishment

Of humans and Devas alike

Indra- thrown out of his celestial kingdom as usual

Approached Vishnu

Vishnu the Sustainer explained

The need for weaponry made from bones

Of the Sage

The Devas approached Dadheechi

To explain their need

Dadheechi softened by the cumulative plight

Even faced by the man who had cut

Off his head earlier- Indra

Ashwini Kumars use of the Madhu vidya

Bringing back his Prana

Son of Maharshi Atharva and Chitta

The diamond boned immortal one

Who Dwelt in Naimisharanya

Withdrew within himself and let the life-force

Back whence it came

Once he partook of the blessings of all sacred rivers

Right where he sat

His flesh peeled off

Thunderbolt carved out

The might Vajrayudha-his spine

Other bones smaller weapons

Vritra was dissolved

All evil dispersed

From the austere bones

Of one most compassionate

Immortal Dadhyanga.

  * Dadheech Brahmans are said to be descendants of Maharshi Dadheechi.
* His father wrote the Atharva Veda
 

Chitragupt for C- The heavenly record keeper # a to z challenge

Where do you sit mighty keeper of records

Is your desk the sky

Your pen the lightening rod

Your ink the darkling night

The Sun Stars Moon your light

Countless zillion squillion beings

Their numberless deeds

You keep them all

While I find it hard

To keep my own accounted

Would you point to us the doors

That we need enter and exit

Having shed the human shell

Formless and in bliss

Half formed lacking bliss

Fully formed returning to the womb

To restart on the sojourn

That we cycle through

minute after minute

Brahma's progeny

Son in law of Yama and Surya

Part of a heavenly effulgence

What ancient meditators

Brought your being to paper

And the understanding of

A mathematically run Universe.

                                                        

                                                   

Bharat for B #a to z challenge

 

Heart torn asunder

By a mother’s folly

Dear sibling and friend

Rent from your side

O Bharat

Hapless helpless man

You must have raged in vain at your mother

Her veins awash with Manthara’s poison

Grieving with and for

Your father the King

At his death bed

Beating your chest in vain.

What didn’t you try

To bring back your brother

Yours tears overflowing His feet

You returned with his khadaus

To adorn the throne

Ayodhya waiting along with you

For His return.

 

A for Ahalya- my first poetic offering to the #a to z challenge

Day one of the A to Z challenge and I am taking it up the second time. The first time round was in 2014 where I chose Yoga and well-being.
                                             
This year poetry it is, multi-hued poetry of many an emotion ranging from country, history, humour, satire, the universe, family and love. Most of these I will try to bring on the vehicle of Indian tales and mythology.
Dear readers I hope to see you here day after day reading and leaving behind valuable feedback.
                                                             

This poem is based on the famed Ahalya, wife of Rishi Gautam. You can read her story here https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ahalya

Ahalya
you lay there in wait
many a thousand year
absolved
by the Divine touch

Indra came to you
disguised and eager
and your master cursed you both
you turned to stone.

What passed through you
I wonder

Were you completely stony
or did you think and yearn
to be a woman once more
agile and alive

You knew you had to wait
and that your wait had an end
you were somewhat fortunate
did you know that?

To wait endlessly
and not know if the
curse will ever break
if the Divine presence
will ever be felt
is an eternity of un-being.

Theme reveal A to Z Challenge- Indian mythology based Poetry- :)

                                                       
Hello my dears,
I have been writing/blogging very little of late. I am not worried since there are such phases every now and then :) Now that is off my chest, I am free to proceed.
The April A to Z challenge 2016 will see me posting on a myriad themes and all month I am going to write in my favorite genre- Poetry. This will be based on Indian mythology. India and everything remotely related incites in me a flaming passion and so I am quite happy to have found my theme :)
I hope to hop around blogs savoring posts, leaving comments and hope to have many of you visiting me on my blog too.
I will keep the poems short and hopefully immensely readable to the poem lover and prose lover alike. Finally the proof of the pudding is in its eating and it will be you my dear readers who will tell me how it all is going.
Love
Sunila





                                                 

Night Queen-a short story for the young

She swept a shawl around her shoulders and walked on, dropping a little bundle into a window and another at someone's door.
She did this every night. After all she was out when the Sun went down to the other side of the Earth. She was called the Night by the mortals. Only she knew though that she could take the form of a woman and become- the Night Queen.
This she did every night and walked about on earth, where her fancy took her. Her fancy often took her to places where people did not have enough food and lived in small houses. As she walked past she dropped bundles of food, precious stones, pearls and the like.
There was no pattern to where she went each day.
People joyously accepted the gifts wrapped in leaves enjoying the good fortune without wondering too much about where it all came from. It was taboo to step out after Sun down too.
Times were a'changing.
Youngsters began to question taboos and wanted to venture out in the dark.
One day a little group made a bold plan.
They would waylay whoever dropped the bounty and find out who he or she was. They alerted friend in surrounding villages too. They would all stay awake and keep a watch.
                                           

She draped her most precious shawl around herself, floated downwards and began to walk. Light emanated from her shawl casting a wide halo around her.
She began her rounds.
Suddenly she found herself being held. By human hands. She struggled to break free. They held on tight, clutching at her shining shawl. She shrugged off her shawl and flew away.
Her shawl tore into smithereens as soon as she left.
A million tiny pieces lightly rose to the sky and stayed there, twinkling and sparkling.

This is how stars came about my dear little readers. As for the Night Queen she decided to stay in the sky then on.
                                                 

Where have you gone?

Dear readers, I have some times seen missing person reports on the TV with a mix of feelings. How and why do people go missing? How are their families and friends bearing up with it?

These are people of all age groups and ethnicities making it harder to figure out the possible causes.

An elderly friend of mine who lived not far from me has vanished without a trace. I pass her house on my way to drop and pick my little one from school. I was free to drop in whenever I felt like and wander around her herb garden with her chatting and listening to her wisdom.

A hello to her rescued cockatoo and then we would sit at her cosy kitchen table sipping tea/coffee/herbal concoction of the day, regaling each other with tales from our lives.

She has a herbal/kitchen based remedy for most things.
An oncoming cold/cough she told me could be handled by a spoonful of garlic jam every morning for a few days.
Garlic jam, the words made my eyes all but pop out. But being the sort who will give anything at least one try I went home and made it.
Recipe-
Take 1 pod of garlic, peel and give the cloves one sound pat with something heavy, so that they carck open but don't get mashed.
Put these into a small pan and cover with 2 tablespoons of honey or more.
Simmer until golden and then store.
Ayurveda does not agree with heating/boiling honey but I went ahead and tried it.
The resultant golden jam was delicious in a garlicky way. I ate and fed all and sundry 1 spoon of this on waking till all the cold bugs had been chaes away, steam inhalation and salty gargling aiding the process.

Coming back to my friend, one morning after doing the school run I parked my car outside her home and gave her a call to check if she was home. No answer. I rang the bell. No answer. I went around to peer into her garden and yelled myself hoarse. No answer.

I went home thinking to myself that she must be at the hospital tending to her daughter-in-law who was due to give birth any day.

Since then I have gone there twice a week to check if she's back and rung her phone innumerable times but to no avail.

One of these times a neighbour saw me and came over. She said that my friend hadn't been seen at all for many weeks by then and nobody had any idea about her whereabouts. My friend had gone missing.

I have hit a blank and for the first time ever experienced something like this. It's left me wondering and feeling a little empty every time I think of her.

I hope she is safe, healthy and happy wherever she is.

Yoga retreat- Glenbarr Farmstay- Of Oms and Moo's

To retreat generally means to me to take a step back from something.
So what would this mean when juxtaposed with Yoga dear readers?

Being a savvy lot I'm sure you already know what this is all about.
Retreating from a regular life, it's hustle-bustle just for a little while can be soothing, rejuvenating, joyful and even daunting to some.

I am hosting a weekend retreat from 23rd Oct to 25th Oct along with Jacqui Dobrilla, Charlton Lane- all of us are fully qualified and accredited Hatha Yoga Teachers.

Throughout the weekend you can enjoy guided asana (pose) practice, meditation, pranayama (breath work techniques), an evening of Kirtan (chanting), and delicious vegetarian meals all prepared for you to top up your post yoga bliss.

Cherise who will cook for us is herself a Yoga teacher and a magician with rustling up scrumptious, colourful and varied vegetarian meals.

I will do my best to gorge on the bliss-food and put on a kilo of Bliss-weight during the weekend alongside of teaching Asana, Pranayam and singing Bhajans by the bonfire.

It's green as green can be, the air is clean, surroundings old country style and bird-song is broken only by our chanting Oms and the cows Moo's.

There is a link in the end with all the information and registration forms etc.

I wish I could have you all at Glenbarr too :)

http://yogalane.com.au/yoga-retreat-23-25-october-2015/

Wholesome sleep- some tips

As the pace of life changes some of our most basic functions start to get affected. I have heard friends and acquaintances rue the fact that it's become hard to get regular unbroken beauty sleep. Everything starts to get affected and this has been a post I have been wanting to write for the last few months. I am sure dear reader that you know many or most of what I have put together. This post may serve as just a memory booster and you may be able to pick out something for your own use and benefit from it. Let me know what you think in the comments :)

1.Soon after waking up stay in bed for a minute, feeling thankful for every good thing you have in life and say a prayer/shloka if you like.

2.Do not get into soical media asap on waking up.

3.No caffiene at all. If you love your coffee and cannot do without it then if possible just 1 cup in the morning.

4.Develop a favourite ritual from one hour before bedtime. This could range from reading, writing, sitting with family and anything else that strikes your fancy and is calming.

5.Get rid of all electronic gadgets and lit up screens including phone(except for receiving calls) from 1 hour before bedtime.
The artificial blue light from televisions, computers, smart phones and tablets suppresses the production of the sleep hormone melatonin, making the body think it’s time to be active, instead of asleep.
Recommendation: Refrain from using electronics right before bed and especially in the middle of the night.
 
6.Eat a balanced and easy to digest meal which is almost digested when you go to bed. Never eat just before bedtime.

7.Sit silently for 5 mins before you sleep and do the alternate nostril breath- anulom vilom.

8. Associate the bed with sleep only, so try not to do anything else lounging on the bed during the day.



9.Have a warm cup of hot chocolate about an hour before bed.

10.Get lavender essential oil and put 1 drop on your pillow or use it in an essential oil burner.

11.In ancient Indian and Chinese cultures, it’s known that the proper orientation of your bed can enhance the quality of your sleep.
Recommendation: When possible, sleep with your head facing south. Keep the head of the bed a couple of inches from the wall and as far away from the entrance to the room as possible.

12.The body’s natural sleep cycle responds best to routines. Going to bed at the same time every night will trigger deep sleep much more often than maintaining an erratic schedule.
Recommendation: Go to bed around the same time every night.

13.Scan your body slowly from foot to head, letting go of any clenching you come across in any part of the body. Once this is done send out a prayer blessing every being in your own words or if you have a favourite shloka say it in your min.

14.Don't expect the quality of your sleep to improve dramatically overnight. Expecting it to do so may stress you out, and stress works against your interests.
Recommendation: Allow the quality of your sleep to slowly adjust to your new bedroom etiquette over a longer period of time


 Lucky last tip- Try to sleep around the same time everyday :)

I sign off with a prayer to the universe and a picture from the Elephanta caves- 'May every sentient being sleep blissfully and wake up joyfully

'.