When The Night Disappears!!!

The Moon takes a breath,
The Sound of Final relax,
The Stars starts winking,
The Birds waiting for signal,

Oh! See here Sun arrives,
Everyone takes a rise,

& the New Day arrives,

The whole cycle goes on
Again, Again & Again…

The Path ends where it grows…

Why you still awake,
Let’s end this dark day…

New Day with new faith
Waiting at other edge…

On This Lazy Note,
Oh! Sun, Goodbye,
Will Catch you Again…

Phenomenal Woman : A Poem for Lady

Pretty women wonder where my secret lies. 
I’m not cute or built to suit a fashion model’s size 
But when I start to tell them, 
They think I’m telling lies. 
I say, 
It’s in the reach of my arms 
The span of my hips, 
The stride of my step, 
The curl of my lips. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

I walk into a room 
Just as cool as you please, 
And to a man, 
The fellows stand or 
Fall down on their knees. 
Then they swarm around me, 
A hive of honey bees. 
I say, 
It’s the fire in my eyes, 
And the flash of my teeth, 
The swing in my waist, 
And the joy in my feet. 
I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Men themselves have wondered 
What they see in me. 
They try so much 
But they can’t touch 
My inner mystery. 
When I try to show them 
They say they still can’t see. 
I say, 
It’s in the arch of my back, 
The sun of my smile, 
The ride of my breasts, 
The grace of my style. 
I’m a woman 

Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me. 

Now you understand 
Just why my head’s not bowed. 
I don’t shout or jump about 
Or have to talk real loud. 
When you see me passing 
It ought to make you proud. 
I say, 
It’s in the click of my heels, 
The bend of my hair, 
the palm of my hand, 
The need of my care, 
‘Cause I’m a woman 
Phenomenally. 
Phenomenal woman, 
That’s me.

Source: Phenomenal Woman by Maya Angelou, Road2Mathura.net

Govardhan | Road 2 Mathura; R2M

Govardhan | Road 2 Mathura; R2M.

Govardhan is actually a place named for a mountain named Govardhan; which has it’s own importance because once Lord Krishna picked it up in air on his little finger to save all the people of Govardhan from the enourmous raining.

-The Raining Caused due to Giriraj Poojan done by villagers there expecting Rain will fall after Giriraj Poojan suggested by Deity Krishna.

Now it is tradition to “Parikrama” around the Goverdhan Mountain which is in 21 kms of area. This Govardhan Parikrama is use to carry by walking bare foot to 21 kms all around Govardhan mountain.

There are a lot of beautiful temples in way to Govardhan-Parikrama which all have their beauty and sounds very relaxing. 

 


-An interesting fact about Govardhan Mountain is that it is descending in ground about a few millimeters day by day and supposed to disappear after end of “Kalayuga” (An age of downfall” 4th & last period of world development according to Hindu Scriptures)
(However the downfall in height of Govardhan Mountain have it Mythological existence whereas no actual scientific or archeological fact proves that)

A Fairy Song

Over hill, over dale,
Thorough bush, thorough brier,
Over park, over pale,
Thorough flood, thorough fire!
I do wander everywhere,
Swifter than the moon’s sphere;
And I serve the Fairy Queen,
To dew her orbs upon the green;
The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
In their gold coats spots you see;
Those be rubies, fairy favours;
In those freckles live their savours;
I must go seek some dewdrops here,
And hang a pearl in every cowslip’s ear. 

– William Shakespeare

 

Pain is tempora…

Pain is temporary. Quitting lasts forever.

A Question from Her

The great love is gone. There are still little loves – friend to friend, brother to sister, student to teacher. Will you deny yourself comfort at the hearthfire of a cottage because you may no longer sit by the fireplace of a palace? Will you deny yourself to those who reach out to you in hopes of warming themselves at your hearthfire.

When we fall in love, we hope – both egotistically and altruistically – that we shall be finally, truly seen: judged and approved. Of course, love does not always bring approval: being seen may just as well lead to a thumbs-down and a season in hell.

Love : ???

One of the reasons why we crave love, and seek it so desperately, is that love is the only cure for loneliness, and shame, and sorrow. But some feelings sink so deep into the heart that only loneliness can help you find them again. Some truths about yourself are so painful that only shame can help you live with them. And some things are just so sad that only your soul can do the crying for you.

Individuals who want to believe that there is no fulfillment in love, that true love does not exist, cling to these assumptions because this despair is actually easier to face than the reality that love is a real fact of life but is absent from their lives.

Composed During a Storm

One who was suffering tumult in his soul,
Yet failed to seek the sure relief of prayer,
Went forth–his course surrendering to the care
Of the fierce wind, while mid-day lightnings prowl
Insidiously, untimely thunders growl;
While trees, dim-seen, in frenzied numbers, tear
The lingering remnant of their yellow hair,
And shivering wolves, surprised with darkness, howl
As if the sun were not. He raised his eye
Soul-smitten; for, that instant, did appear
Large space (‘mid dreadful clouds) of purest sky,
An azure disc–shield of Tranquillity;
Invisible, unlooked-for, minister
Of providential goodness ever nigh!

 

-William Wordsworth

Probability = Possibility

Based on the law of probability 
Everything is possible because 
The sheer existence of possibility 
Confirms the existence 
Of impossibility.

After-Thought

I thought of Thee, my partner and my guide, 
As being past away.–Vain sympathies!
For, backward, Duddon! as I cast my eyes,
I see what was, and is, and will abide;
Still glides the Stream, and shall for ever glide;
The Form remains, the Function never dies;
While we, the brave, the mighty, and the wise,
We Men, who in our morn of youth defied
The elements, must vanish;–be it so!
Enough, if something from our hands have power
To live, and act, and serve the future hour;
And if, as toward the silent tomb we go,
Through love, through hope, and faith’s transcendent dower,
We feel that we are greater than we know. 

– William Wordsworth