tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-76394830838603316142026-05-10T04:07:33.264+05:30Heavenly poems, Indian Spirituality and MotivationMohini Puranikhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11971969513354282016noreply@blogger.comBlogger626125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7639483083860331614.post-7778778140139107492019-03-25T19:15:00.003+05:302019-03-25T19:15:32.022+05:30

Hear them deep within, experience their whisper in my inmost soul Reverberating delicate waves wordless, pale. I listen each one of them yet can't fathom any Wanna ease, release their buried torment, Wanna heal their bruises, my bruises, Wanting to become tides splashing in my head and heart again and again spiralling the transparent watery thoughts to cool and calm the burning wounds of

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When our inner critic tries to block our words before they would tell their story it's worth reminding ourselves... though no wings they have let your words fly unshackled, high like freeborn birds @mohinipuranik Also in: Marathi: Mukta Hindi: Mukta  More poems you might like:  Our Togetherness The Herb of Your Love Paint Your Day The Powers Hidden in

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The poem inspired by the digital painting on our photoblog KrishnaMohini on the theme 'Togetherness'. Art can be expressed in different forms such as painting, now painting digitally, music, singing, or poetry and still it is 'One, the expression of the aatma' - the realization this creation brought to my heart. I hope you'll like the poem as you liked the artwork. Inside the walls of

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Light a lamp of hope in the hearts who have forgotten to see it that they have it in themselves 'always' It's the mind that's burnt out Not the light at all Dark is illusory Hope is eternal Let's the spread the light of hope  everywhere.  Narayankripa wishes you a very happy and prosperous Deepawali.  More posts you might like reading: 

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Paint your days in the hues of your heart Days meet us blank and colorless, Dark and gloomy, bright and happy, Soft and smooth to wear, hard and tough to bear Some days rise with no emotion, full of emptiness present you the opportunity to colorize'em in the hues of your heart's kingdom Choose your colors, decide your emotions, be curious, select hope get excited to begin your

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Devi Maa will arrive our homes tomorrow, on the Pratipada of Ashwin Shukla Paksha, for the next nine sacred days of Devi Navaratri. For the next nine days we will worship Devi Maa in nine different forms. In another scenario, many of us, the devout Hindus, are fighting for the rights of Sabrimala temple. According to them, the perceived dangerous consequences of women entering the temple

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Rare are the moments when a haiku flashes in the heart like a lightning. Two haiku based on the subject of anxiety. However unbearable anxious thoughts may feel, remember, you will win. "Lightning" racing clouds black with the white while lightning wins ---x--- "Wisdom" racing thoughts black with the white while wisdom wins @mohinipuranik More hand-picked haiku

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Narayankripa is now in a new blogger theme Emporio. We have had the 'Simple blogger theme' implemented on Narayankripa for many years. I love the beauty in the simplicity and in my experience of blogging for the past seven years I can say the liking of my readers resonate with my choice. You have loved the Simple theme so far. Blogger released four new themes in March 2017. New themes have

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The fear of unknown dominates our entire life. The poem on the powers hidden in the unknown is about fears. The prompt 'fear' is suggested by @micromprompt. (Twitter handle). Fear ― The energy,  the force  challenging you to dare Open the doors of  Unknown Possibilities, treasures, risks,  ... and Power.  Unlock power  Facing fears. The first

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Today is Devashayani Ekadashi, the day of Bhakti. The four sacred months, according to Hindu culture known as Chaturmasa begin with Devashayani Ekadashi. It's known as Ashadhi Ekadashi for falling on the 11th tithi of Aashadh Shukla Paksha according to the Hindu lunar calendar. It's the holy day of Pandharpur pilgrimage. Famously celebrated as Pandharpur Wari. If you're an active reader of

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4th July -- The day a mission for peace called Narayankripa was born. 4th July 2018 eighth anniversary of our blessed mission Narayankripa. The first blogging anniversary had felt like a huge success. As the years passed, looking back today the journey so far feels so short and when I try to set my eyes on the future path the view ahead is a long infinite road to travel. The road touches the

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"Poetry is dead" "Who says it?" "Poetry is dead! Who writes it passionately? Who reads it passionately? Who loves poetry anymore? Poetry is dead" "Poetry is alive Poetry is live Flowing everywhere Dancing and singing Poetry is everywhere Flowing through rivers In the tides of oceans And in the ripples of calm lakes In the life-giving sunrays And through the serene moonlight In the

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Ramadan Kareem dear friends! The sacred ninth month of Islamic calendar -- Ramadan has begun. Narayankripa blogs primarily about Indian culture and traditions, but today I'm blogging on Ramadan as a spiritual seeker and also as someone who believes Advaita. I am using the word Ramadan instead of Ramzan without any hesitation. I have read many times about the Ramadan-Ramzan word usage etymology

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It's the last day of daily poetry celebration. But that doesn't end the poetry celebration. We may not meet every day, but our revered poetry celebration will continue in future as well. We began the celebration with SaraswatiPuja with a prayer to Maa Saraswati for the successful celebration. And we've succeeded today. Today's poem is a gratitude poem to Maa Saraswati for fulfilling my

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It's the day 29 of the poetry month today. For today's poem, the theme is 'confidant'. The serene lake I reach out to find myself in my struggle with the dark days I reach out to you  confused seeking clarity from your calm water transparent to its core I reach out to you devastated seeking hope from your cool water still from its core I reach out to you

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Poem for the day is an algorithm for success like the one we write in programming. Once we have the algorithm, writing personalized success code is easier. I hope this poem may reverberate in our heart before we quit. Before you quit try one more time Before you quit remember, one last effort may yield success Try one more time Before you quit remember, if you fail you can

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Today's poem is a palindrome poem, 'Sensitivities', can be read from top to bottom and reverse as well. of hate, of power abuse and injustice, cruel politics will kill sensitivities in hearts necessary for world-peace empathy, compassion, and love nurturing our faith in humanity @mohinipuranik In case you missed the poems blogged earlier this month: April Poetry

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Shadows tell a lot. Prompt for the day is 'shadow'. Here's a micropoem on shadows. shadows of memories... detached past? or bonds intact! @mohinipuranik The poem 'Shadows' is now published in other languages as well:  Chaitanyapuja: Chaanv Yaadon Ki (हिन्दी रूपान्तर छांव यादों की) Vicharyadnya: Saavlya Aathavaninchya (मराठी रूपांतरण सावल्या आठवणींच्या) In

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Today's poem is based on one of the Narad Bhakti Sutra. Narad Bhakti sutra are short keys to Bhakti told as a line of 4-5 words, comprising of one sutra. Narad Bhakti Sutra teach us Bhakti, it's meaning, forms, ways of practicing and realizing Bhakti, famous Bhaktas who attained the Bhaktiyoga, in these sutras. The beauty of the Narad Bhakti Sutra is they're simple to understand yet carry

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The poem for the day 24 of the poetry month is based on an image I had clicked a few years back. I saw a poem residing there and clicked it. Today, I found the poem. This poem is a self-motivation poem to walk to your goal no matter what. The poem is in the voice of the little new branch stemming from the older branch. Adversities-borne, hardship-shaped too young, too little, too

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The prompt for the 23rd day of April is 'Fence'. For this prompt, I've two short poems expressing two distinct emotions. A poem on separation and another on intense love with the same imagery of a fence. The thick fence of barbed wire separating you and me, doesn't allow lucid memories  of my bruised love fade away ---x--- To safeguard you from all evil

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Three weeks of the April poetry month have already passed. It's difficult to believe just one week is remaining. During these days I would feel stressed out to write the poems. I couldn't figure out the reason behind it. I had a discussion with my brother regarding current writing struggle. He noticed the issue as frames. The insightful discussion has inspired me today's poem. It's dedicated to

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The theme for the 21st day of April is 'Questions'. Ask questions before believing anything blindly ask questions before following anybody blindly ask questions before obeying blindly Ask questions tough questions those making the controller uncomfortable why? why? why? ask why? truth will be unearthed truth is the power a few dare to ask those who ask they live they lead the life

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It's believed that the one who finds the fern flower gets prosperity and fortune. The theme for the day is 'fern flower'. Searching life in the mute struggle walking through life's chaotic jungle, when moments were gloomed flower of destiny bloomed light in my heart, soul-bound poetry – the fern flower I found for a year, prospering just once? It's beaming with lasting florescence @

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The poem for the 19th day of April is on climate change. For this poem, we've the Indian summer on our blog to share its plight with all of us. We were good friends once, let's see if this poem revives our bond. Listen to my plight once before discussing hot air It’s not me, the summer, heating brutally, earth to scorch you all I'd bring the pleasant bloom with breeze carrying their

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