Fleeting Moments..

I just wonder...how days look both long & short simultaneously... Each day looks long enough to live through and slowly flowing and stretching into another, while on its invisible transition they loose their identity and become yesterday & tomorrow...and in between life weaves its unpredictability....isn't it intriguing...?

A Thrilling Moment...

Next thrilling announcement! smile emoticon By Dr Amapt Koshy the founder of Rejected Stuff Group at Face Book

Shruti Goswami and Ananya Chatterjee are two of our sponsors for the Nightmare Poetry competition. This lovely poetry book Another Soliloquy written by both of them together which I have reviewed has been dispatched to Maaya Dev for her prize winning entry in the competition and will reach her in the next three to five days, having been sent by Shruti.

The book can be bought here: http://pothi.com/…/ananya-chatterjee-shruti-goswami-another…

I got the book and read. It is an amazing collection by both brilliant poets and added to my poetry collection.

The Significant Anthology

The much awaiting International anthology The Significant Anthology by Rejucted Stuff group   (facebook) featuring 176 writers from all over the world is going to be launched by next year. I feel greatly honoured and lucky to be part of this prestigious anthology. Sharing a platform with such esteemed writers itself is more than an award in true sense. The pleasure is unfathomable. Thank you so much RS team for featuring every poet who is part of this anthology. This joy would be incomplete unless I share this with all my friends and relatives.. ..heart emoticon With loving regards....Yours Maaya. smile emoticon

The Significant Anthology

66. Meet our contributor Maya Dev

Maaya in her own words

Maaya - the Upanishad's gem or what you live wrapped in the cocoons of illusion to demystify the intricacies between life and death. Thumb nailing myself of my ephemeral speck in the vast sea of universe and in the sea of poetic world here is what briefly speaks of me though I wish for my poems to speak of me.
I am an Economics graduate from Kerala. Life on this beautiful earth gifted me vast experiences. Extremity, unpredictability, complexity and the beauty of life makes me ponder and wonder and I try to mirror it through poems as it is a way of exploring life and its various moods and shades. Expression through poems is very refreshing. I have experienced poetry as a Xanax and as highly cathartic too. I feel poetry is a viaduct between everything in micro and macro levels. I am a lover of nature-it excites and inspires me. The Persian mystic poet Rumi is my favourite poet. Besides poetry, I enjoy doing creative things like making greeting cards, glass paintings and other home decoration stuff. Other pastimes include reading, writing, pencil sketching and teaching poor students who can’t afford tuition fees.

Lately I have recognised my writing spark and I am glad now I am moving with an aim to grow as a poet. Some of my dalliance as on this pristine journey as literary embellishments are fragmented in few anthologies like Anthesis, Indus Valley, Eternal, Change, Forever and Wings. I have been awarded ‘The Faith-Centred poet of 2014 (Highly commended ) in the ICOP: ROLL OF HONOUR, the Bi-Monthly Critics award for Nov/Dec, Poem of the month (August), 2015, ICOP Monthly Critics for February. at Destiny Poets UK ( An International Community Of Poets). Recently I was fortunate enough to become a winner of a fun poetry competition “NIGHTMARE” conducted by RS group.

My Blog: http://maayas-musing.blogspot.in/

‘Rejection is the new Acceptance’ the mantra of RS and the group proves it beautifully. Here is a poem inspired by the same theme.

Few More Rejections...!!

On the eternity of time a writer lives enlivened moments.
He lives alone listening to the chimes of his own ode.
Daily he carves a pet statuette out of his poetic strokes
So one day he can swirl in euphoric ecstasy as Rumi.
The short lived joy of the writer is obvious
as his embraced wish flames into rejected ash.
Wherever the shadows of unfair rejection ensue
the moisture of pain dehydrates on myriad submissions.
Destined destiny of a writer flutters as unrequited dreams
When rejections let him live in a demised smoke of life.
Yet he waits for few more rejections on every submission
which he shall surpass until he embraces his due acceptance.

It is a great pleasure to be featured at such a prestigious platform sharing space with many eminent, budding and young poets / writers. A very warm thanks from the deep core of my heart to RS team, fellow poets, friends and in fact to every living or nonliving thing for conspiring to shape, mould and chisel me into more of being human and the river of my poetry to see more of springs till it meets some gigantic sea .on the way of acquiescence and enlightenment. I pray sincerely to the mother of universe with the famous Sanskrit verse " तमसो मॅा ज्योतिर गमय “ ( Lead me from darkness to light.). Once again wishing one and all the very best.

Team RS wishes this brave lady who has overcome many obstacles in her life with fortitude and has grown as a writer on the strength of her experiences and by stepping on her adversities a very bright future.
Proud of you Maya Dev!

Her prose piece in the antho: The Untethered Soul

Rainbow Of My Life..!

1. My Grandma- Late Kalyani Amma- The simplest, humblest and most resilient woman I have ever seen in my life. She is now a cherishing memory.

2. My Mother Visalam - She personifies Courage, Positivity & Beauty. She is the true stronghold and love of my life.

3. My Sister Priya- She symbolises Love, Patience & Compassion. She is a true soul mate of my life.I admire her deeply.

4, My Sister Jaya- She personifies Care, Sincerity & Composure. She is a priceless blessing of my life. Her comforting presence amazes me truly.

5. My Daughter Aarya – She is blooming beautifully & yet to be called a woman. She is very lovable,matured &understanding girl. She is my unborn daughter.

6 My Daughter Ishna – She is a little angel just born. She is the most cheerful, calm and adorable baby. She is a beautiful dream unfolded.

7. My Best Friend Mini –She is very loyal, vibrant and diligent. She is my forever friend and irreplaceable one.

Each of you are amazing and added love, beauty, joy, peace and worth to my life. I feel luckiest because of all of you.

Loads of love and Happy Women’s Day!

Yours..Maaya.

Featured Poem on World Poetry Day March -21st @ Learning & Creativity

On World Poetry Day March 21st, One of my poem The Poets's Petition was chosen to be published by Learning and Creative site journal.

I feel so happy to be featured on the special occassion, being a poet it is a fulfilling moment for me. Here is the link readers

http://learningandcreativity.com/a-poets-petition-poetry/

Destiny Poets UK ( Critics Awards- 2014-2015)

It is a great feeling to be awarded the bi-Monthly Critics for 2014 Nov/Dec with Shamsher Singh & the Monthly Crtics for Feb 2015 with Lopa Banergee. Both are talented beautiful writers/poets at Destiny Poets UK ( An International Community of Poets ) where Mr. Louis Kasatkin is the founder. Many talented writers around the world is contributing their works in a daily basis.

http://www.destinypoets.co.uk/?page_id=15034

Featured Poem on World International Womens Day March 8th @ Learning & Creative

I feel proud to be a women and through a poem I tried to express the many facets of women and it was appreciated and liked by many wonderful writers..It is a moment of honour for me when I got to know 'A Living Enigma' is chosen for International Women's Day by www.learningandcreative.com a literary journal and publised on 8th March 2015.

Here is the link..http://learningandcreativity.com/a-living-enigma-poem-on-woman/

Episteme Journal ..March Issue

Am so happy and excited to share the news that 3 of my poems " Humdrum of that Green Valley ",   " A Poet's Petition " & " Womb's Doomsday " has been published in the current issue March 2015 by EPISTEME : An online interdisciplinary, multidisciplinary, multicultural journal by Bharat college of commerce, Badlapur, Maharastra, India. It was my first submissionn and I got selected in the first go that comes as a surprise. The editorial board is excellent with eminent writers from all over the world so the joy is beyond words too..Here is the link pls have a look...

http://www.episteme.net.in/index.php?option=com_phocadownload&view=category&id=81:poetry-special&Itemid=595

A Poet's Petition !

Whole being is sprouted 

with foliage of unwritten verses.

In eloquence the vibration of the recitation is heard.

Impregnated passion of the poet pursue

for a benign aesthetic poetic indulgence. 

A poet is forlorn and weighed down by insatiable urge

when unfinished poems trembling on the finger tips.

A poet is euphoric and randomly writes 

as if doped the silhouette of classics 

to conquer hearts by indelible imprints.

On full moon nights often he inhales the mist of moon 

and listens to the whispers of stars and universe.

As a drunkard he gulps the ecstasy of ocean 

and sleep serenely on the canopy of sky in aloof. 

But a hidden heralded purpose flame

his instinctive longing which is more than 

just to saturate mere literary thirst.

The embedded vow of a poet refuses to succumb

Until, he signs his petition with his soulful blood.

For his blessed pen is a tool to voice and to escalate 

the quandary of humanity by resigning 

the reigning discrimination and injustice. 

For he is capable of assimilating the vintage of virtues.

He is bestowed with sensitivity to gasp what his senses grasp 

so never miss the unseen woes that drips as pearls of tears.

His ink never dries out of worshiping humanity and justice,

nor he is satisfied of admiring beauty, love, joy and peace.

For he is not only a poet but a destined warrior who fights 

the tyranny of terrorism and razor casteism and racism with pen.

The soul of a poet is stirred whenever a woman’s respect is robbed

so his poetic prowess tries for a paradigm shift to regain her pride.

Before he wraps in his holy wrath 

Before any hand tears his loyal petition 

He assures to write and write until the judgement day comes.

It is a poet’s petition he meditated upon every moment.

© Maaya Dev

What If ..!

What if?

If a moment’s carelessness cause your heart bleed 

Would you call me a heartless..?

What if?

If my smile flashes before tears rolled down

Would you think I am the happiest..?

What if?

If I keep silence to restore the peace

Would you question my integrity..?

What if?

If I never voice to reciprocate the feelings

Would you think I am mute..?

What if?

If I prefer not to tell the bitter truth 

Would you call me a coward..?

What if?

If I never get shattered with the unbearable 

Would you reckon if I am an alien..?

What if?

If my dreams started to desert me 

Would you dare to rewrite my destiny..?

What if?

If my own shadow escapes me a fine morning

Would you become my shadow to walk with me..?

What if?

If I cease to exist one fine day 

Would you dare to rewind the time..?

What if?

If when whole world forgets me suddenly 

Would you become my memoir and live once again..?

© Maaya Dev 2015 Jan

Memoir Of A Mirror .!

I,mirror hold a memoir on the diaphanous surface. The quill of my soul scribbles the cryptic encrypted notes. The enclosed myriad secrets flutter, but it never reflects on the gossamer skin. The nuance of emotion is glum on its fragility. Though it never spills the quintessence fearing it may blur the mirror blocking the vision of entities.

My honesty and clarity, the virtues invite your blind faith on me. I venerate your penchant for me for which I gift a glimpse of you. As a sculpture’s brilliance I present the pristine carving of your physical self! Though the truth is not what you see or perceive but what my humble glassy skin show you. This awareness pricks me as a curse in recluse.

I have surrendered myself. I acquiesce to be wholly holy to escape the labyrinth of illusion remain a desire as I am exposed to the truth that I am not required for anyone to see their inner self or the transparent beauty they behold in utter divinity. So what I reflect you is not YOU but ME as you. So I weep when I see you admire your transience the mere illusion of the beauty of your mortal flesh. The true grace and the glow of your eternal soul don’t reflect through my gossamer as your eyes are blind with earthy vision and prevent to see the real charisma that needs inner vision but not mirror.

Still, I relish the silent monologues, your absent mind let go off freely in front of my existentially absent presence. In spite of I secretly seek thy earnest attention to share my feeble melancholy. Rather your images vanish as you leave me forgetting even to acknowledge my silly deed. I am bound to remain as a memoir and the secret admiration and desperation of yours haunt me that swirl as guilty and produce tears that vaporise before anyone notice it. I am destined to be just a medium to introduce your physical self and any sort of lingering that is not in my help won’t serve me or others.

What you see at times is deceptive!


© Maaya Dev

Maaya - An Illusion !

Maaya - The Upanishad's gem or what you live wrapped in the cocoons of illusion to demystify the intricacies between life and death. This whole world is MAYA, a confusion. You cannot decide, you cannot be decisive about it. It is always escaping you, always changing, turning into something else. It is fantasy, a dream like thing...

2014, ICOP : ROLL OF HONOUR by DESTINY POETS UK

Thank you Sir Louis Kasatkin , the editor and  founder of Destiny Poets UK for presenting me with few honorable titles in the year 2014.

Destiny Poets is an international community of writers/poets. The main goal of site is to promote literary arts and encourage the writers from all over the world.The Editor Louis Kasatkin is a Freelance Writer, Journalist, Performance Poet, Critique and Poetry Promoter. As a founder he is doing a commendable job as he is so dedicated and review each poem posted at Destiny Poets. His accurate response as feed backs greatly help writers and add immense value to  each poem. 

2014 August- Poem Of the month - BLANK DIARY.

2014 Nov/Dec- Bi Monthly Poetry Critics Award. 

2014- Faith - Centred Poet of the Year ( Highly Recommended).

Had a wonderful journey through out year 2014  and was fortunate enough to bag few achievements in the field of poetry and my gratitude to my fellow poets and friends who helped me grow with their sincere encouragement. It is a moment of joy to cherish a life time and a great feeling to be among esteemed poets all over the world.

http://www.destinypoets.co.uk/?page_id=107

Ability Beyond Disability...!

Revolving of earth on its axis

a way of perfecting on the griddle of seasons.

Yet around the world imperfection snips

like sudden protrude of mushrooms. 

Life is scattered and broken

as the refracting rays of prism.

The heralded eve of normalcy

shuts dreamy doors caustically.

Scar is persistent so tears are frozen.

Strained words are drying on the tip of lips.

Chimes of song demised in the dense valley

and track is lost in the darkness of night.

In its volatile firth, 

‘Able is labelled as disabled’.

Though the destined journey can’t be impede

when ability beyond disability reigns.

Free is thy soul, free is thy will.

In the cocoon of the swirls of time

they resist assimilating with the destiny

to dilute the mist of mystery and mirage of illusion.

As a phoenix risen from hopeless life

they sail through invisible deific wings

by winning infinite impossibilities of life 

to head towards the trajectory of renaissance.

© Maaya Dev Dec 2014

Few More Rejections...!

On the eternity of time a writer lives enliven moments.

He lives alone listening to the chimes of his own ode.

Daily he carve for a pet statuette out of his poetic strokes

so one day he can swirl in euphoric ecstasy as Rumi.

Although the short lived joy of writer is obvious

as his embraced wish is flamed as rejected ash

wherever the shadow of unfair rejection ensue,

there moist of pain dehydrates on myriad submissions.

Destined destiny of a writer flutters as unrequited dreams

when rejections let him live in a demised smoke of life.

Yet he waits for few more rejections on every submission

which he shall surpass until he embraces his due acceptance.

© Maya Dev 2014 Dec

How Silly.....!

Silly, such a silly word!

Yes it sounds silly too

I write silly, often I feel

Perhaps few agree or few may not

Who cares such silly thoughts?

Yes I write because I love to

Not for anyone but for me

Not even to prove writing prowess

But to be with those moments

that converse with me naively.

At times I let myself be silly

I let my senses free so free to capture

Whatever comes in its vicinity?

I feel some flavour of invitation

comes from my creative realm.

Yes, I am witnessing some flirting

between imagery and words.

A unique blending and unfolding

A kind of fusion and confusion

It was invisibly visible, how strange!

Clouds are lashing as waves

Ocean is smiling on the sky.

Every flower holding an Eden

Alps and Himalaya at Ganges shore

Upon seeing all, I am at awe, How silly!

And told myself don’t be so silly !

© Maaya Dev 2015 Feb

On Christmas Eve...!

John and Lisa living in different cities separately

as to meet their ends,  as life demanded strictly.

Lisa’s each morning starts with prayer and utter hope

Despite destiny devastated all dreams without scope

But her blind faith whisper always..‘Jesus is There’!

John a narcissist and workaholic turned agnostic suddenly

when their only daughter Rose became infirm terminally

Since then he never visited church or attended any mass

As if he had isolated himself from all kind of worldly bass

But Lisa meditated upon her blind faith..’Jesus is There’!

But today John seemed as if surpassed the past wounds

He opened his door of life to let in the light of joy and sounds

John and Lisa is out in the bustling streets adorned with lights

Even in winter the atmosphere is filled with warmth of delight.

After a decade John’s enthusiasm clasped in spangled high

Red balloons soaring high as a silhouette wiping tears of sky

At times he dances upon carols singing jingle bell, jingle bell

Lisa midst of all these merry lost herself in the monologues cell

Apparently zillion queries bursting inside as fire crackers

Was she experiencing an incredible dream of her life?

Or was her blind faith magically unwrapped as reality?

Or was the holy bible emanates its essence as an elixir?

She was beautifully confused yet thanking all the while

Few joys of tears rolled down her cheeks radiating her smile

She knew she lived a thousand lives in those moments.

Overwhelmed Lisa looked up the sky and kissed the stars

At once, her glimpse caught a heavenly shooting star

She recognised, it was the Santa Clause’s reindeer!

Unbelievably she blinked her eyes few times in awe

as if she got all the answers in the form of a Pandora box

A priceless gift for her from Santa Claus ‘On Christmas Eve’..

Lisa whispered silently holding hands of John.. ‘ Jesus is there’!

 © Maaya Dev

Luncheon With God..!

An archived ecstasy

Of momentous rendezvous

divulging as magnum opus

on the dais of galaxy.

A buoyant promise

with all flamboyance

spinning as ecstasy

around sun moon and stars.

The lingering indulgence

glorifying the witnessing

ceasing all humane illusion 

of death, birth, dusk and dawn.

The obsolete scriptures are rewriting

and manifesting with inscription

wrapped with astral wisdom infused

On the rendezvous momentum of moment

The bifurcation of God and man

liquefy in the luncheon of the dessert..!

© Maaya Dev

You Are..!

 You are the fuel of life

many are deprived of

to drive life ahead to live

When hope sucks out

of life’s coarse surface.

You are the oxygen of life

When heaps of problems

suffocate to breathlessness.

You become the solution

before problems ruin fully.

You are the very spark

that flame the desire

And remain as burning fire

until one win and acknowledge

that nothing can defeat forever.

You are the sun, rise as dawn

when the night looks eternal

and the darkness scare deeply.

You are the sole divine light

 that acts as a guiding star.

You are a unique pen

many thrive to have

to rewrite their destiny

when dreams get orphaned

and life challenge as mock.

Your are the fire of life

that everyone have inside

but it never gets lit easily

unless one is starved fully

and the hunger eats you wholly.

You are the gift of life

You are the vision of life

You are the wisdom of life

You are the substance of life

You are the very energy of life

 You are known as INSPIRATION!

Alas the paradoxy we search 'inspiration' 

all where the irony it lies within is still to be grasped...!!

© Maya Dev 2015 Feb

A Beautiful Journey

I landed on the mars in search of my beloved

I was spellbound to see scattered rubies around.

I dived into the red sea as a mermaid

and come up onto the shore disappointed.

Alien was thy ambiance and beloved was missing.

Suddenly my heart stopped beating.

I felt the strangeness was shrugging me off.

The desperation to escape yearn me to fly  

I float like a feather through the passing clouds.

I saw the greener earth below

Spread as an embellished emerald carpet.

The emitting petrichor embraced me.

At north stand tall, Himalaya the host

Waiting with a pearl garland of Ganga for me

For, I was an angel of earth who was lost.

The dream union of both succumbed

to the ballads of Shakespeare.

When the mystic verses of Tagore

inhaled the secret as breath.

I belonged to Venus not to Earth!

Gloomy I continue the sojourn.

As a hobo I was roaming whole universe

in search of my beloved for a union.

Since ages I was left to live

with only one season, Untired Wait.

                                              My desperation shed as tears

and frosted on the layers of eternity

to get melt in the warmth of my beloved.

As I knew the universe would conspire

to make this union of Mars & Venus some day.

So I wait for the golden moment impatiently.

Suddenly alarm rang and my eyes opened.

The reality unfolded and I was on bed.

The ride was not real but was a gift

from my dream to the dream world.

I sighed forlornly and a reminder tickled me.

Dreams are always dreams!

 I just said and smiled.

Breeze, the messenger whispered to me

It’s the most beautiful smile ever seen

And I smiled....

© Maaya Dev 2015