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Marg Balvaloza Jan 2019
Bumalik tayo kung saan...
Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Nagsimulang ang mga pangamba ko ay mawala,
nagsimulang pangamba ay mapalitan ng pag-asa't pagtitiwala.
Mga pagluha sa aking mata, ay tila naglaho na
Napalitan ng pagtawa, lumbay ay lumisan na.

Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Mamuhay nang kasama ka
Sa mga araw na kapiling ka—- bawat araw ay puno ng galak at pagsinta.
Tinuruan mo akong, mamuhay nang may saya
Pait ng kahapon ay naitapon na,
mula nang ikaw ang makasama ko, sinta.
Samahang walang papantay, punung-puno ng buhay!
Pag-aalaga ay damang-dama, suporatado ang isa't-isa.

Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Malalim na pinagsamahan
Masasayang ala-ala, na tila hindi maaantala—-
    ng kahit anong problema, sa atin man ay naka-amba
Magkahawak mga kamay, tayo ay hindi bibitaw.

Mga gala at lakad natin, na minsan ay biglaan pa
Mga oras na hindi natin alam, kung paano napagkasya.
Basta't alam nating... tayo ay masaya—- kahapon man o ngayon, at kahit na bukas pa!


Ngunit dumating ang panahon, tayo'y sinubok na ng pagkakataon
Masasaya nating bukas ay nagsimula na ngang kumupas
Hindi alam kung paano, tayo'y biglang nagbago
Tila nalagas na puno, hindi na lumago.

Akala ko ba ikaw ay "KASAMA?"
Hindi lang kaibigan o basta-bastang kasintahan
Kasama sa lungkot at pighati, kasiyahang hindi mawari
Pagkatalo man o pagkapanalo—- tayo pa rin ang magwawagi.


At ngayon...
Bumalik tayo kung saan...
Paano nga ba nagsimula?

Nagsimulang mawala ang paniniwala na tayo ay para sa isa't-isa
Nagsimulang matalo sa digmaan at piniling wag na lumaban?
Nagsimulang maglaho ang mga katagang "mahal kita"
Nagsimulang magbulag-bulagan sa katotohanang
b a k a   t a y o  a y  p w e d e   p a ?

Isip at damdamin ay di makaunawa
Hirap pagalingin ang sugat na sariwa
Sugat na iwan ng ating pinagsamahan
Pinagsamahan na akala ko ay aabot sa simbahan

Paano nga ba nagsimula?
Paano at kailan nagsimula?
Nagsimulang matapos ang ating pagmamahalan?

Kahit kailan pinangarap ko, maging ikaw at ako—- hanggang sa dulo
Paano mangangarap kung ako ay gising na?
Gising sa katotohanan na tayo ay
w a l a  n a?


© LMLB
This is a poem I made eight months ago. I think it's the right time to publish it to let the public read it freely, as free as I am right now. Perhaps the feelings have depreciated and that's why I wouldn't mind if someone would read this poem, based solely on my feelings couple of months ago.

There you go, you have it. Read this poem from my broken heart that's already mended now. :)
Pusang Tahimik Jan 2023
Sa salamin may pinapahid sa pisngi si Maya
Mga palamuting umaaliw sa paningin ng iba
Paglipas ng sandali'y anyo nga ay nag-iba
Ngunit katotohanan ay di maitatago sa likod ng maskara

May isang taong buong buhay ay naghukay
Inapakan ang lahat upang marating ang tagumpay
Ngunit hininga niya'y napagod na sa kahihintay
Sa huli, siya itong naghukay para sa sariling bangkay

Ngayong araw ay kaawaran ko na
May mga pagkatok, heto't bubuksan ko na
Pagbukas ko'y mga pagbati't regalo ang dala-dala
Sa pag talikod ko'y itak na ang naka-amba

Sino nga ba itong nagkukubli sa pangalan ng iba
At tila ba nagtatago sa mundong alam niya
May nais nga ba siyang ilihim sa paningin ng iba
At patakas na nagtatago sa larawan ng iba?

Ito'y ilang halimbawa na aking nabanggit
Tila nakamamatay na sakit, tulad ng inggit
Na anyo ng bawat isa na kanya-kanyang bit-bit
Na mga Pagkatao'ng tiyak na walang nagpapahigit.
JGA
Johnny Noiπ Jan 2019
Durga, also identified as Adi Parashakti, Devī, Shakti, form, main name of Parvati, Amba, Kali and by many other names, is a main and popular form of the Hindu goddess. She is the warrior goddess, whose mythology focuses on fighting the evils and demonic forces that threaten peace, prosperity and the dharma of good. She is the fierce form of the protective mother goddess, ready to unleash her anger against evil, violence for liberation and destruction to empower creation. Durga is also worshiped in the form of her nine epithets called Navadurga. Durga is represented in the Hindu pantheon as a goddess riding a lion or a tiger, with many arms each carrying a weapon, often defeating Mahishasura, literally a buffalo demon. She is a central deity in the Shaktist tradition of Hinduism, where she is compared to the concept of ultimate reality called Brahman. One of the most important texts of Shaktism is Devi Mahatmya, also known as Durgā Saptashatī, which celebrates Durga as the goddess, declaring her as the supreme being and the creator of the universe. It is estimated that it was composed between 400 and 600 AD, Shakta Hindus believes that this text is a scripture as important as the Bhagavad Gita. She has a large following throughout India, Bangladesh and Nepal, particularly in its eastern states such as West Bengal, Odisha, Jharkhand, Assam and Bihar. Durga is revered after the spring and autumn harvests, especially during the festival of Navratri. The word Durga (दुर्गा), (দুর্গা) literally means "impassable", "invincible, indisputable". It is related to the word Durg (दुर्ग), (দুর্গ), which means "strength, something difficult to defeat or pass". According to Monier-Williams, Durga is derived from the roots dur, difficult and gam, pass, through. According to Alain Daniélou, Durga means "beyond defeat". The word Durga and the related terms appear in the Vedic literature, as in the hymns of Rigveda 4.28, 5.34, 8.27, 8.47, 8.93 and 10.127, and in sections 10.1 and 12.4 of the Atharvaveda. A deity called Durgi appears in section 10.1.7 of Taittiriya Aranyaka. While the Vedic literature uses the word Durga, the description in it lacks the legendary details about it that are found in later Hindu literature. The word is also found in the ancient Sanskrit post-Vedic texts, as in section 2.451 of the Mahabharata and section 4.27.16 of the Ramayana. These uses are in different contexts. For example, Durg is the name of an Asura that had become invincible to the gods, and Durga is the goddess who intervenes and kills him. Durga and its derivatives are found in sections 4.1.99 and 6.3.63 of Ashtadhyayi by Pāṇini, the ancient Sanskrit grammarian, and in Nirukta's commentary by Yaska. Durga, as a goddess who kills demons, was probably well established at the time the classic Hindu text called Devi Mahatmya was composed, which scholars estimate between 400 and 600 CE. Devi Mahatmya and other mythologies describe the nature of the demonic forces symbolized by Mahishasura as changing form and adapting in nature, form and strategy to create difficulties and achieve their evil ends, while Durga understands and counteracts evil calmly to achieve Your solemn goals. There are many epithets for Durga in Shaktism and her nine denominations are Navadurga: Shailaputri, Brahmacharini, Chandraghanta, Kushmanda, Skandamata, Katyayini, Kaalratri, Mahagauri and Siddhidatri. A list of 108 names of the goddess is recited to worship her and is popularly known as the "Ashtottarshat Namavali of the goddess Durga". I am the queen, the treasure collector, the most thoughtful, the first of the people who deserve adoration. Thus, the gods have established me in many places with many homes to enter and reside. Only through me do they all eat the food that feeds them, every man who sees, breathes, hears the word. They do not know it, but I reside in the essence of the Universe. Listen, one and all, the truth as I declare it. I, in truth, announce and pronounce the word that gods and men alike will welcome. I make the man I love extremely powerful, I make him fed, a sage and someone who knows Brahman. I bend the bow for Rudra Shiva, so that his arrow hits, and **** the one who hates devotion. I stand up and I order the battle for the people, I created the Earth and the Sky and I live as its Internal Controller. At the summit of the world I bring heaven to the Father: my home is in the waters, in the ocean as Mother. From there I permeate all existing creatures, as their Supreme Internal Being, and manifest them with my body. I created all the worlds at my will, without any superior being, and permeated and inhabited them. The eternal and infinite consciousness is me, it is my greatness to inhabit everything. -
reality hippocampus durga
peacholivet Oct 2021
I always wondered
Who made the clear blue sky
And exhibited goosebumps
When the moon and stars appeared at night
The highest mountain and the deepest valley
Who made them all so perfectly?
I entered grandma’s large room
To get answers to my questions
And there she was, sleeping soundly
Breathing the morning away
I sat close to her big brown bed
Sitting and watching her beautiful face
I also wanted to ask her
Who made her pretty face?
At last she awoke, Quamin she called
As she turned and sat on the bed
Grandma it’s me Amba I said
As I struggled to sit on her bed
Granny seemed not to make us out at all
When her glasses lay idle somewhere
Oh my! she exclaimed apologetically
As she brushed her feeble hands through my hair
How may I help you my little angel?
She asked with smiling eyes
Grandma I want to know from you
Who made the world so beautifully?
She smiled at me and whispered to me
Only my small ear could hear
His name is God was what I heard
Neither once nor twice but thrice
Her words and the truth sounded so true
I smiled as though I knew this God
I told her I wanted us to visit God
So I could give him fruits and pie
She drew me closer and closer to her
with her two giant and feeble arms
And told me that God is here
I was amazed to hear this again and again
She told me God is everywhere
Omnipresent is the word she used
And mentioned other Omni words
She told me there is a creation story
And promised to tell me the story at night
While I rested in her warm embrace
I knew grandma was the best
Even more amazing is the faithful God we serve
The day and night he made on the first day
And the wide sky on the second day
On the third day he created the land and grass
The sun moon and stars came fourth
On the fifth day fishes and birds appeared
Animals and humans he made on the sixth day
He rested on the blessed seventh day
And saw that what he created was good
Oh! The charming creation story she told
Is the greatest story indeed!
creation story
solanamalaya Jun 16
Maski ikaw maguguluhan sa kung paano kita nagustuhan, ikaw naman kasi wala ka manlang pakiramdam.

Walang pangungusap,
Puro amba lang.
This poem was originally written at the end of 2024 after many epiphanies were had.

Truth be told I thought my heart was cold,
I had feared that I had lost the feeling of being bold,
With no sparks being brought into the fold,
I always knew that I did not fit into any mould,
Life also told me that I was baggage that had to be put into the hold.

I lift heavy weights but have been unable to remove this pressure from my shoulders,
Feeling like Atlas holding up the earth like an immense boulder,
Filled with doubt like Arjuna before battles started in the Mahabharata,
While wanting to seek revenge like Amba.

My heart was once broken, and certainly in pieces,
But it is a Lladro sculpture mended through kintsugi,
I can now recognise that its beauty never ceases,
With every crack and fracture, a river of gold, platinum and bronze seals and connects previously disjointed niches.

Anger has been replaced by joy and love,
A deep sense of connection with those who are chosen family,
Whose presence in my life has made life a lot less tough,
For who I can’t bluff with my brand of nonsensical stuff.

The yearning will never end or stop,
But recognising that life is short and it is not made for a swap,
It is truly a blessing, and don’t quote me on this, but for once doesn’t feel like a chop.

— The End —