Open the door to spirituality

Open the door to spirituality

Open the door to soul

No need to go seeking where the door is

The door is right within us

Sit cross legged, close the eyes, focus!

There you see the door opening

When you chant the chosen mantra

You see the light , your soul

To feel the ascension to the cosmic world

From the mundane earthly world

Why should I go to the cosmic world

I have a lot to do in this world

May be what u r thinking aloud

Opening the door ,realizing the soul

Ascending to cosmos all part of a drill

To build your inner peace, inner strength

To face the turmoils, conflicts within

To overcome, to be at ease with you

To carry on your deeds with full might

All now felt joyful, happy full of light

No need to immerse fully all the time tight

Into the inner world to see the cosmic sight

It’s all within us,just set aside a portion of our time

To enlighten , refresh, recharge

Spirituality is enlightening, empowering, Yes!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

The soldier is ready

The soldier is ready

to venture into new frontiers of imagery

new vistas into the kingdom of poetry

The soldier has a fighter queen

With her pen as sword and gun

The queen inspires him to take up

The challenges of composing,

To beat the words into submission

To fall into place in poetic rendition

Lines and rhythm in perfect unison

Nothing ever razed to the ground

instead beautiful poetic edifice built so sound

Poetic lands and poetizens triumphantly won

The territories and frontiers keep expanding fine

The sun never setting on such a vast horizon

The solider-queen combination

Is all conquering poetic narration

The world bows in sheer adulation

To witness the soporific evolution

Mesmerising the minds in grand revolution

Awe-inspiring images smear on the canvass

Of poetry, bringing expressions in  brilliant colors

Long live the titles, contents that roll out in splendour

making the world clap a sonorous  thunder

Long live the soldier , long live the queen, merrier!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

We are in the sky

Mohan Sanjeevan

Sky is the place to go, to be

She wanted to go there, so is me

Hand in hand we walk, look up

There the sky looks beckoning us yep

We take off flapping our poetic wings flap!

We are there in the sky

Flying over the meadows in full cry

The mountains, surging oceans

The sizzling waterfalls, rivers, valleys,

It’s breathtaking, so heavenly flying ways

Swapna Behera

Celestials we are, the angels of the divine

Hand in hand, flags of humanity

Bless thou , nature almighty

Let creativity sing sweet hymns

Let rainbow color all lovely hearts

Tears perish and fill with bliss

We sing anthem of love and peace

Let us scribble a new epitaph

A song for all in the horizon

For sky can never be a limit …

P.S: This is a duet poem by Mohan Sanjeevan and Swapna Behera. The respective lines of the poets given under their names

A double treat, the poetic gal!

 

A gal could be the subject of a poet

When the gal itself is a poet,

A double treat, the poetic gal!

Calls herself old ,yet stays young doll

Calls herself lazy yet keeps busy still

Works for the family, doing chores at home

Caring for the ailing tending to them

Doing all these yet finding the energy to last

To she keep her tryst with poetry best

The home lovers delight, poetry lovers flight

Weaves the fabric of poetry so beautiful

Works silently, her poems speaking aloud, tall

A gem of a being, a woman excellent

Like her poems the times with her is a real treat

Time just flies talking to her so sweet

Connecting to her is a real blessing

Getting to know her is more pleasing

Her traits, talents all so amazing

A muse gal to compose a poem excellent

A nice gal composing a poem herself eloquent

Poems last, poets last ,the poetic gal lasts

As double treat to the poet, poem lovers

She touches the heart and soul

Her magical lines touch the heart and soul

A double treat all the way by the poetic gal!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

Love is overflowing, engulfing us

Love is overflowing engulfing us in fire

Love is so magical that it flows

between us when apart it reaches

my angel and comes back from her

in full vigor and speed, when together

love is overflowing, engulfing us!

Lit like a bonfire it warms us

Soon it rages kindling passions

The physical barriers melt as we merge

In the heat of love , we are aflame

riding to peaks ,entering heaven’s dome

The fire may go out, flames may die out

love never dies, it lies dormant as silhouette

the desires spark it back to raging flame

to enjoy the warmth, togetherness sublime

never burning us to charred remains lame

Love is what keeps us going afar or near

Yearning, feeling the flows dear and sheer

To be together, keep company forever

Eat, walk, work, sleep together

Still not having enough of each other

Love has engulfed us in it’s heavenly dome

Where we lie as pleasant prisoners in time

Afar or near doesn’t matter, no matter whatsoever

As the dome of love of dome extends over

Making the flow, later the glow easier than ever!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

My best poem for my angel

When I set about composing

My best poem for my angel

It’s amazing to find how it is easier

To compose the best for her

The love for her makes it faster, super

Words rhyme, words jilt, words dance

All the best of them line up in a trice

For the best poem for my angel

For her incredible persona in magical spell

Love is best, she is best, the poem is best

There is only wonder whether this

is indeed the best for her the tops?

She is getting better than the best in love

Length, breadth and depth of  love

Keeps expanding like the expanding universe

Her uniqueness, magnificence

Makes it easy to compose

Yet makes it hard to encompass

Her in one single brief verse

The best keeps coming in torrents

So the best here is till date best

The next best, the next, next, next

Like the love, kisses, passions never end

Composing the best is without end

This is the golden tribute to my angel so kind!

-Mohan Sanjeevan

This is not a is was poem

The common ridicule is to say

Some “is” “was” put in and made into a poem

To refer to the quality of the poem

Hey all! This is not a is was poem

This is poem original, true, a real poem!

Not just long stretch of words

Broken into rows of sentences

It’s borne out of incessant flow of thoughts

surging out in steady stream of letters

reaching out as angel's colorful butterflies!

Here tunes dance to the words

Rather than words dancing to the tunes

This is song, this is soul stirring lyrics

Rhyming like lime and lemony

Like jack and jill, rock and roll!

This is not a pack of half-baked cookies

Yet a baggage of fully steamed verses

This comes with clarity and real depth

A literary rusk to munch and chew forth

not a is was poem but a poem of real worth!

It romances, glorifies blemishless nature

Beautifies beauty, rejoices in happiness

Mourns in sorrow, like the ups and downs

Myriad emotions, myriad poems emerge

A glory of words, lines, sentences that dance!

-Mohan Sanjeevan