Poetry
In Poetry category will have various poems will on bengali or bangla. These are based on various issues on the mordern life. This category is only bengali poetry.
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Maa Kalaratri
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Maa Kalaratri, fierce and untamed,
In the night, her power proclaimed,
Seventh of Navadurga’s divine might,
Destroyer of darkness, in her sight.
Maa Kali and Maa Kalaratri, oft intertwined,
Yet unique forces, by some defined,
Worshipped in Navaratri’s sacred light,
Her presence invokes awe, pure and bright.
Fiercest of mothers, with power untold,
Demons and spirits, from her presence fold,
The destroyer of evil, darkness, and despair,
Upon her arrival, they flee in the air.
Saudhikagama’s wisdom, in Orissa’s lore,
Maa Kalaratri, the night’s divine chore,
Crown chakra’s grace, her blessing’s sign,
Knowledge, power, wealth, in her design.
Shubankari, the auspicious and grand,
Fearless devotion, by her command,
To her devotees, she offers might,
Maa Kalaratri, fierce in the night’s gentle light.
Maa Kalaratri, fierce in the silent night’s embrace,
Her form invokes awe, in every sacred space,
In the realm of darkness, she firmly stands,
Guiding souls toward the inner lands.
Her name, Shubankari, auspicious and divine,
Bestowing blessings, her radiant sign,
With fearless devotion, hearts alight,
She banishes darkness, in her gentle night.
The crown chakra’s grace, her gateway’s key,
Unlocks knowledge, power, wealth, for all to see,
Maa Kalaratri’s presence, a fierce and mighty force,
Guiding us through night’s journey, on our divine course.
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Katyayani
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Katyayani, the fierce, the bold, the strong,
In Navaratri’s light, we sing her song,
Slayer of Mahishasura, demon untamed,
With four, ten, or eighteen hands, she’s famed.
A warrior goddess, in red she’s dressed,
Fierce Shakti, she’s known as the best,
Associated with power and divine might,
In her presence, the world’s set right.
First in Taittiriya Aranyaka she’s found,
A tale of Gods’ anger, with a warrior’s sound,
Riding on a lion, she conquered the dark,
An annual Durga Puja, her victory’s mark.
Devi-Bhagavata Purana, her story unfurls,
In Devi Mahatmyam, her valor whirls,
Sage Markandeya’s words in ancient verse,
Her divine power, the universe immersed.
In Yoga, Tantra, her third eye does shine,
The Ajna Chakra, where her blessings align,
Katyayani, fierce, the bold, the strong,
In her embrace, we all belong.
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Skandamātā
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Skandamātā, the fifth in the divine parade,
On Navaratri’s fifth day, her presence displayed,
Named after Skanda, the god of war and might,
Mātā, a mother’s love, pure and bright.
With four arms, three eyes, and lion’s stride,
Abhayamudra, fear she does subside,
Her son Skanda, an infant form so dear,
On her lap, she holds, to protect and steer.
Lotus flowers in hand, with grace she blooms,
Light complexioned, in her lotus throne, she looms,
Padamasani, her name, in lotus she resides,
Her love, in every heart, forever abides.
Salvation, power, prosperity, she imparts,
Treasures and wisdom, to devoted hearts,
Her grace, a radiant sun that fills the skies,
Fulfilling desires, in her devotees’ eyes.
In her presence, senses and mind align,
Free from worldly bonds, devotion’s sign,
Twice blessed, her worship is the key,
To Lord Skanda’s grace, it sets hearts free.
Selfless devotion, the path to take,
For power and prosperity, for love’s sake,
Divine splendor, her devotees shine,
In Skandamātā’s embrace, they find the divine.
The Goddess of Fire, in her fire of grace,
Leads us to salvation, in her warm embrace,
Skandamātā, a mother’s love so grand,
Guiding us to treasures, in her radiant land.
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Kushmanda
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Kushmanda, the goddess with celestial might,
On Navaratri’s fourth day, in radiant light,
Her name, a fusion of energy’s embrace,
A little warmth, she brings to every space.
Ashtabhuja Devi, with eight hands so fair,
She bestows Siddhis and Niddhis with loving care,
Her creation story, of the universe’s birth,
With just her smile, she spread life’s worth.
In her love for the white pumpkin’s grace,
She’s named Kushmanda in this sacred place,
Abiding in Anahata, where hearts do sing,
Her radiant presence, a divine offering.
The source of the sun, where life takes birth,
Her energy, a gift to the entire Earth,
Balancing the universe, her cosmic design,
In the sun’s core, her power does shine.
A tale unfolds, of demons and the sun’s glow,
Mali and Sumali’s tapas, a cosmic show,
Suryadev’s curiosity, a fateful flight,
Led to their demise, in the sun’s light.
Shiva’s anger, darkness engulfed the sphere,
Loss of balance, gravity, and celestial fear,
Parvati’s grace, the sun’s renewal to find,
Creating a radiant fireball, in brilliance, aligned.
Kushmanda, the child of good deeds and light,
Emerging from ashes, her brilliance takes flight,
The keeper of the Sun, in Suryalok she resides,
Guiding the solar brilliance, where the universe abides.
Kushmanda, a symbol of cosmic design,
In her presence, the sun’s rays brightly shine,
A goddess of power, strength, and grace,
In her luminosity, the universe finds its place.
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Chandraghanta
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Chandraghanta, with moon-shaped bell-like grace,
On Navaratri’s third day, her radiant face,
Ready for battle against darkness and despair,
With her third eye open, she stands with care.
Known as Chandrakhanda, brave and true,
Chandrika, she’s hailed for all that she’ll do,
Her grace, her courage, rewards she bestows,
Sins, distress, and troubles away she throws.
In Shiva’s form, she finds her sacred place,
Ardhanarishvara, a divine embrace,
For Parvati, marriage marked a new dawn,
Her wedding attire, a new life reborn.
Within Shiva’s cave, her love did bloom,
She swept away the cobwebs, dispelling gloom,
But a demon, Tarkasura, cast his evil eye,
On Shiva’s family, aiming for the sky.
Jatukasura, a bat-demon of dark intent,
Attacked Kailasa, Parvati’s heart rent,
Shiv Gana pleaded for their salvation,
Parvati, empowered, took up the confrontation.
She sought the moon’s soothing, radiant glow,
To light the battlefield, where battles would flow,
The wolves, her allies, in the dimly lit night,
Fought the evil bats, seeking the light.
With ghanta in hand and a sword so keen,
Chandraghanta fought, a fearsome scene,
Moon on her head, a wolf by her side,
In this epic battle, her courage couldn’t hide.
A goddess of valor, in darkness she’d dwell,
Conquering her fear, she fought and repelled,
Her strength, her power, in the darkest hour,
Chandraghanta’s radiance, a timeless, divine shower.
In her story, we find a message so clear,
No woman is helpless, no woman to fear,
With or without a man, courage they possess,
Chandraghanta’s story, our hearts must confess.
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Brahmacharini
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In the sacred realm of learning, she resides,
Brahmacharini, devotion her constant guide,
Second in the Navadurga’s radiant parade,
On Navaratri’s second day, her grace displayed.
Parvati, the maiden, with resolute might,
Seeks Shiva’s love, her heart’s sole delight,
Despite her parents’ pleas to change her way,
She embarks on a penance that will forever sway.
For five millennia, she endures and waits,
As love’s arrow strikes, altering their fates,
Kamadeva’s desire ignites Shiva’s fire,
But Shiva’s third eye consumes desire’s desire.
Undeterred, Parvati maintains her pursuit,
Austerities, tapas, she doesn’t dispute,
She walks in Shiva’s path, matching his stride,
This phase is where Brahmacharini abides.
As Prakandasura’s demons launch their attack,
Parvati’s tapas nears its final track,
Lakshmi and Saraswati, they intervene,
Yet outnumbered, the demons remain unseen.
Amidst the chaos, the kamandalu falls,
A deluge of might in the demon-haunted halls,
Parvati awakens, with fiery, fierce eyes,
As Prakandasura’s doom in ash quickly flies.
The universe in awe, her tapas complete,
But Shiva, his praise, he doesn’t readily greet,
In the guise of a Bhramachari, he appears,
To test her wisdom, to calm her fears.
Riddles he poses, she answers with grace,
Her intelligence shining in this divine embrace,
In his true form, Shiva reveals his face,
Parvati’s devotion, his love does embrace.
Brahmacharini’s journey, a testament of might,
In the quest for love, in passion’s endless flight,
As she breaks her tapas with Shiva’s return,
With belpatra and river water, her love does burn.
Brahmacharini, a symbol of devotion so strong,
In her pursuit of love, she truly belongs,
In the divine tapestry of life’s grand design,
Her story forever etched, a love so divine
