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Time was when the Gods themselves teamed up with their foes, the demons
In order to get the nectar of Immortality by churning the cosmic oceans.
But alas! Before they could get the much desired nectar Amrita,
The ocean churned out the deadly poison called halahalakalakuta.

Seeing the danger to His Creation in the whole Universe,
Lord Brahma the Creator requested help from Lord Shiva- all in tears.
Then it was that the Almighty Shiva swallowed the deadly kalakuta,
And retaining the poison in his throat became Blue- Throated Nilakanta.

Irrespective of whether this is legend or fable,
One thing is for sure; It is a great parable.
That God himself aids the faithful in the Spiritual path to arise
By helping them to clean up their every material vice.



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Growled the beast, spitting out shards of glass in disgust and adding,
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He cried out loud and pleaded with folded hands,
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Loveliness is not all about physical beauty,
It is also
A smile shimmering through tear- stained eyes,
A widening grin ironing out an elder's wrinkles,
A mother's joy seeing her child eating well,
A couple embracing joyfully in reunion,
A calf jumping about in joy around mother cow,
And many more...


Seeing her eyes glow in excitement,
Obviously though she has it all wrong,
I rush to grab the correction opportunity,

Till I have another look at the gleam in her eyes.

Hell, I think, let me be wrong a hundred times over,
If only to preserve that glorious joy,

Rather than prove her wrong
And watch her enthusiasm wither.