Ode to my Yellow Mango and Haiku's
Ode to My Yellow Mango
O succulent mango, juicy, ripe and sweet,
The Gods have favoured you,
My special sublime treat.
Your hallowed flesh, grasped between
The insides of my teeth,
While I pay homage at their feet.
To suck deeply of your nectar-bliss-delight,
And satisfy my yearning-appetite.
Your juices flow within and down my lips,
Tongue stretches out to lick your savoured sips.
I care iota not, for public gaze,
While I am thus, in this delightful faze.
Oh yellow mango sweet, do stay with me,
Outside my house your seed
Another tree to be.
Another yellow mango, a yellow mango tree.
Remember when you cry, at someone else’s feet,
With your head in your lap, on the bench that you sit.
The stinging nettles, that we sometimes meet,
Will pave the way to happiness; joyfully and sweet,
For the Light shineth in the darkness,
When the shadows are dense.
The grass remains humble, when prodded by fence.
The oak spreads its branches, to offer us rest.
We’ll see through the night, if we truly request.
Not for less trials, but stronger in heart,
To bear with our ails, till life to depart.
For the Absolute One, still peeps through the mist,
Show ‘ring fragrances, perfumes, stillness and peace.
O solemn one, I for thee pray,
That you’ll bathe in sweet happiness, one soulful day.
Sweet Love I hear Your distant call,
To contemplate my dismal fall.
Move right away from darkness-night,
To bathe once more in Love-Delight.
“I’m here Beloved, please do wait,
Invite me in, hold wide Thy gate.
I care for pleasure not, no more,
Seek only Your beloved door.
Help me to bathe in nectar sweet,
And pay obeisance at Thy feet.”
Haiku: A Blessing
I stood in deep trance.
Looking down upon me, the
Glowing statue smiled.
Dazed, I went within.
A Resplendent golden Light.
A tranquil silence …
Butterfly in azure sky.
Delicate moon glows.
Haiku: Dark Night
Dark night, searching lights
Catapult pulled gently back
The sleeping bird screems.
Haiku: School Blues
A sharp burning cane
running through my gentle palm
A deep sense of wrong
More by this Author
I have created the Sonnet-Ode, a poem of 14 lines, in praise and adoration of someone or something special and inspirational. In this case, the Mother Divine.
A Poem expressing the relationship between the lover and the Beloved as well as bringing out the devotional aspect of the seeker aspiring for God.
A poem expressing the beauty and magic of the awakening dawn