Hello friends all over the world ! 
I am Swami Sampurnananda, a monk of the Ramakrishna Order of India. 
I write poems and sometimes short stories and wish to share them with you. 
I also invite questions on Religion and life which I will try to answer. 
Your comments about these writings are welcome. Let us live in Infinity 
and let us not be harried for time. So, please bear with me 
if I take some time to reply.

Mail to : [email protected] 

Best wishes and prayers for all.

Swami Sampurnananda

MIRA REACHES VRINDAVAN

Yonder comes
   The Lord?s own bard
Her countenance
   Is love molten
In which blossoms
   Twin lotuses
     Of crimson hue
Her dress is wild
   Her tress too so
And yet there is
   A beauty in her
A beauty
   That has its source
Far beyond 
   This tiny ball
She wears
   A dreamy gaze
She dreams not
   For dreams are
A state below

She breathes in
   A state above

Her lips are parched
And flesh is starved

Long ago
   When asleep
Her eyes had seen
   The sleep we know
No, she didn?t
   Torture her flesh
She had just
   Forgotten it.
Whence does she
   Draw the strength
To sing these songs
   Wonders one.
The songs of 
   Sweet agony
The bitter nectar
  That flows in torrent
When she squeezes
   Her stricken heart
It strikes a note
   With which vibrates
In unison
   Something lofty
     In one and all

THE WHOLE OF HER
   IS EVER ALERT
WAITING FOR
   THE MAGIC SPARK
TO EXPLODE INTO
   ECSTATIC BLISS

It has come!
   It has come!
Oh, look at her,
   Thou fortunate!
A transformation
   Lights her face
Her whole form
   Is ablaze with
     Quaint ecstasy
An exquisite joy
   Exudes from
     Her exultant form

She has heard 
   The notes of flute
That had drawn her
   From her sleep
And haunted her
   All these years
Whole memories
   Had taken her
     Across deserts
She has found 
   Her beloved at last

She does not
   Convey her joy
     In music now.
Are there words
   To describe this?
Can music
   Express this?

It`s a silent music now
That`ll touch a being in solitude.

She has wandered alone before
The river has reached the ocean now.

Now at last
   She has reached
     Her Vrindavan