Thanks giving conveys a very important message – the divine message of well being. It is not merely a festival but the way of life, the one that is ought to be!
Thanks giving is a treasure,
the one and ultimate pleasure
that shows the divine path
and eliminates mind’s wrath;
reveals the unmistakable truth;
oh! You needn’t be a sleuth.
That’s his wonder and grace!
Life kicks off at a steady pace
when you choose to be thankful
you become one of those handfuls
who comprehend his wondrous play,
phenomenal and incredible as they say!
Bless everyone who comes your way;
your glory can never be taken away.
Express gratitude in all you receive;
your life evolves by what you believe.
So let’s have faith in gratitude
And give thanks in full magnitude!
Happy Thanks Giving!
What else could be a perfect day!
The revelations came rolling my way.
When I chose to be silent and listen
the messages so clear as to glisten.
When I could comprehend that which is
the truth nothing less than pure bliss.
My soul feels satiated and calm
as if it was waiting for this soothing balm.
It’s only about remembering which is forgotten
our true self that can never rotten.
For it is the one that truly is
magnificent, grandest and pure bliss.
“This is the question that I really dread,”
said Mr. Pumpkin jumping out of the bed,
staring at ginger
and the lady finger,
“how many pounds will I have to shed?”
This limerick has been written to Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge, which can be found at https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2016/03/03/my-weekly-writing-challenge-90/.
The appalling panorama portraying the plight
of the lost memories of the wrathful fight
didn’t satiate the soul
of the man with the mole,
our quibbler director, who says, ‘It’s still not right.’
This limerick was written in response to Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge, which can be found at https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/2015/02/19/my-weekly-writing-challenge-40/.
Bouquets of red roses;
the heart melting proposes;
overwhelming love cards;
poetic expressions of bards;
burning desire of proximity;
the air’s sizzling in the city.
Valentine is the time
to say, ‘You’re mine,’
and look into the eyes,
where all hatred dies,
which always want to see
your face glowing with glee.
Hold the hand and share
the love, admiration and care
that brought you so near
and wiped off all fear.
Immerse in the embrace
that effaces time and space.
Roses are red and violets are blue.
Love is wonderful when it’s true.
But keep my warning.
It made Prince Charming
run in his palace holding Cinderella’s shoe.
There’s no limerick without a pun,
rhyming trios and the element of fun,
the Duos with subtlety
placed within trinity
and the finale like a bullet from a gun.
Merry Christmas is a wish
not merely to say or give
but to relish the cosiness
of the lingering reminiscences
from the year that’ll be history
in the life’s story.
The shining star will bring
a new hope for heart’s string
that looks for love and peace
in every notch or crease
and reassure with the kindness
of the merciful divine presence.
Let’s stand in unison
with the luring resolutions
to comfort the trodden,
make all happy, and strengthen
brotherhood, love and compassion
in the new-born year’s expansion.
This poem was written in response to my tutor Esther Newton’s weekly writing challenge, where I’m a regular writer. It can be found at https://esthernewtonblog.wordpress.com/.