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.

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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