Vaishali S

Time is magical It always runs Yet it remains in the now Now can only be lived in the now Now cannot be relived again Neither can now be paused for a moment Because time never stops for a break It never slows down It runs, when the sun shines brightly It runs, when the moon glows with silver hue  It runs, as the waves crushes onto the rocks It runs, when the winds blow tremendously It runs when the rocks turn into stones It runs, when the stones turn into pebbles  It runs when the pebbles turn into sand It seems like an eternity while waiting It seems like a microsecond while dreading Always running Always working It never sleeps Nor does it rest Nothing can ever stop it  Not even the mystery of tomorrow Time is awed when realised that,  Today was tomorrow yesterday Yet today happened in the now,  Now is this moment,  Now will be the next moment soon,  And today will be yesterday tomorrow Such is the magic of time...

 His broken jaw makes him unique The one who has an excellent physic Mace is his weapon The one who nearly gobbled the sun He's an embodiment of devotion The one who always offers protection He is the son of Vayu Born from the womb of Anjana Hanuman is his name The three worlds know his fame

 He existed before the creation of the Universe Yet he is unborn He is timeless He is ageless Destroyer of evil  God of Gods Trishul is his weapon Nandi is his vehicle Cupid was defeated by him Snake slithers around his neck Moon hangs up in his matted locks Lord of three eyes His blue throat radiates divinity Tiger skin draped around his waist glorifies him  He is attuned to the cosmic dance  With Shakti as his other half  With the mighty Ganga originating from him Purifying the Earth Father of the God of auspicious beginnings Thousand names he has  Rudra, Mahadev, Shiva...

 He rose to his feet Clutching his precious flute Bright yellow silk cloth  Shining like the noonday sun  Draped around his waist Diamonds, gold and lapis lazuli Adorned his beautiful blue hued physic  Gorgeous peacock feather  Added glory to his lovely curly locks A cute smirk was all that was needed To light up the day  His charm  His love His wisdom The world could not ask for more Be blessed by Krishna Never to forget The pots of butter  Stolen by the mischievous thief

 The symbol of victory, bravery and energy Is his weapon, Vel Beauty envies his divine beauty The son of the destroyer of evil The God of Tamil The Lord with six faces A terror to his foes The brother of the Lord of beginnings Peacock feels blessed to carry him The slayer of Surapadma Victory in the name of Lord Kartikeya

 He is the God of all beginnings The mouse is his vehicle The remover of obstacles Fondly called as the Lord of the People The son of Shiva Elephant faced With floppy ears Wrote Mahabharata as dictated by Vyasa Who is fond of Modaka He is abundant in wisdom He is Gajanana He is Ganesha... 

 A descendant of the sun,  Whose face is as charming as the moon  He is an ideal legend,  Who is a great regent The one who respects his bitter foe,  Who has strung the mighty bow He is unconquerable,  His glory is unmatchable Ahalya was redeemed with his pious feet,  His name rings a sacred beat Consecrated is the jungle that bore him for fourteen years,  Titans are destroyed, have no fears.  Blessed is Hanuman, who served him Blessed is Jatayu, who died for him The pride of Dasharatha His bride is Sita Who granted refuge to Vibeeshana The one with a huge heart The Lord of Ramaa His holy name is Rama