A Grain Of Rice

A Grain of Rice

Outside, the sun displayed its prowess

Over the petty organisms called life

As if to burn the coolest of minds;

And Draupadi was burning too

With frustration, with anguish:

No food for the holy guests

For Rishi Agastya was no ordinary being –

He could gobble up the entire world

And drink the ocean dry;

To treat him and his gang!

Even death seemed easier to tackle.

Jubilation in the guest camp

And dirge of sorrow for Draupadi,

Tears dried down her cheeks

Leaving a trail of emotional burst

She hoped to avert the critical epoch:

A knock was heard, once … thrice,

Counting her heart beats she gobbled up

Capsules of air-filled saliva,

And advanced towards the door,

Towards her fate …

A divine force pulled her in,

Krishna, her ‘Sakha’ stood smiling:

A hungry ‘Sakha’ demanded food, much to her annoyance,

A hungry ‘Sakha’ forced himself

Into the kitchen and found –

A single grain of rice …

The smiling ‘Sakha’ consumed it

For the whole mankind

Empty stomachs of the universe were filled

And Rishi Agastya’s too

Without eating a morsel

The knowing ‘Sakha’ saved Draupadi from humiliation

A grain of rice saved her fate …

 

Hour 15

@varenyas

Lawgiver (poem 15)

An ancient king
Once ruled O’re men
Not with sword but pen
His laws were iron
No man immune
From its wisdom or its doom

His eyes are sealed
With golden coins
His selfsame image sealed
This king who once
Had dared decree
That death should be repealed

Thank you NSP- 15

Long ago in Ancient Persia

lived a most ferocious beast.

With shark-like razor teeth

which on men’s flesh would feast.

Great wings did stretch, twenty feet from end to end

With lion’s mane and claws, it would your body rend.

Beyond that, what remained was unclear

But it was certain it instilled great fear.

Scorpion tail and paralyzing spikes,

The face of man, claws like pikes.

Presented by Persia’s history

A Manticore lies before thee.

Prompt fifteen

Some may say fire was invented by man. But everything was now wasn’t it. What you know has been told by tongues you understand. To resonate deep inside. But what if I told you the true story of fire. When the dinosaur roamed and the world was lush. There were no humans. Not yet anyway.

It was one very long day when the sun had been up for at least 20 hours. All the animals hot and all very exhausted. A tiny little bird only 3cm wide flew into the sky. Much higher than before. As its wings began to slow he perched on a cloud. So small he was the cloud naturally obliged. He rested a moment and went on his way.

Up and up he flew, he had a message to give to the sun, the sun he hardly knew. He had a plan to sing the sun to sleep. A sweet little lullaby. He got to the sun and boy was he tired. He could not muster a single note. The sun felt for the little birds journey and blew him a kiss, a sign of love for his scurry. Little bird burst into flames and fell to the earth. Ashes sprinkled like rain.

Oh little bird, oh little bird

His plan had failed. But the sun could not stop crying. Darkness came and the rains they poured. Little birds ashes pooled in a puddle. When enough tears had been shed the sun shone again. And out of the ashes on flaming wings he came

little bird little bird

A Phoenix he was now. On wings of fire he graced the sky.

Man just stole a feather. That’s how man lies.

Hour 15–Volcanic

Beach mat on lava rock

spit and cindered at ten thousand feet

I lay on my back

took in the night

dwelt among meteors

in complete silence

listened for celestial music

and heard it in my brain

buzzing for oxygen

 

Superwoman

Yes, i a  Superwoman, married with children.

i always wear a smile on my face to greet my day and you never hear me complaining.

My bosom are big and so comfy to lean on. The softness can absorb all the emotional pain my family shared.

Yes, I am a Superwoman,

I need to stay steong and brave to help my children face the realm of life.

Yes, because, I am a Superwoman not only to my children but also to my husband who’s not into multitasking.

I have to be up on my feet early morning, doing endless errands but,

Sometimes, I felt worn out, tired and wrinkled with all the household chores,

Sleepless night of breastfeeding,

Guiding children with homeworks

Accompany and watch children with their baseball practices

Grocery shopping and preparing a hot meal for my hungry family and yes,

A Superwoman, you never hear me complaining because, I care.

Truly, I am a Superwoman, in the eyes of my family,

And I am trying to be pleasant with everyone and

Always with grace, even under pressure.

Yes, I am a Superwoman

Never get sick only occasionall headaches.

The  Superwoman in me, woke up one day and

In the mirror, I look at my aging and  worn out self,

With unkept hair and always wearing an old mommy jeans and over size sweater.

Lost time for pedicure and manicure,

No more trace of make up and not even a visible stain of lipstick,

Only blemished, dried and chopped skin.

I baked cookies and cakes for every occasion and worried much about the gift to present,

i bought them new clothes and shoes and forget about my needs.

Whatever money left are for utility bills and miscellaneous family expenses.

Yes, they never hear me complaining because,

I am their Superwoman.

 

 

 

Ganesha

Hail the name of Ganesha
Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha
With a elephant’s head
Given after yours was cut off
By Shiva, petulant Shiva

Hail the name of Ganesha,
Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha
Made of earth and shaped by his own mother
Easily holds his own with demons
And others who mean to do harm

Hail the name of Ganesha
Oh, wonderful and powerful Ganesha
You remove obstacles
And ensure success
For people over all time, all the world over.