Essence of Life
For You I shall Live,
For You I shall die,
All those tough things
For You I will try.
For You I shall breath,
For You I will stop,
And all my desires
For You I will drop.
For You I shall eat,
For You I will not,
To the new qualities of life
For You I will sought.
For You I shall sleep,
For You I will dream,
When I'm all alone
For You I will scream.
For You I shall sing,
For You I will talk,
Till the ends of the world
For You I will walk.
For You I will love,
For You I will fight,
The Divine candle of hope
For You I shall light.
For You I shall shrink,
For You I shall grow,
The Essence of my life
For You I shall know.
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Everywhere, You are (One of my earliest ones)
He is here , there and there
Wherever you see He is there;
You see Him when you dream,
You pray Him when you scream.
You come across Him always
You are accompanied by Him all days;
You stay with Him and He with you,
He reacts to everything you do.
When you are happy He leaves you alone
He catches you up when you are thrown;
In darker nights and day-lights broad,
He remains with you because He is God.
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ANGUISH
Whose lands I till, whose fields I plough?
Whose fruits I reap; whose seeds I sow?
Whose words I say; whose songs I sing?
To Whose music keep I dancing?
Whose prose I write; whose speech I talk?
All night and day, whose path I walk?
Whose thoughts I think; whose acts I do?
Whose� only Love I find so true?
Whose wealth I earn; whose gifts I give?
In whose lovely woods shall I live?
Whose needs I want whose wants I need?
Whose interests I care and heed?
Whose joys I fill whose dreams I see?
Whom I wait since eternity?
(Whose promises I need fulfill?
Whose poetry I argue still?)
For whose sunshine, I pray in rain-
In vain, in pain, I cry again!
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VISION
Once again, I remembered the future today. I did so a couple of times in the past. The future is full of my dreams coming true and ultimately my quest shall be over. Because, I felt it again today, that He is waiting for me. He is the one with immense bliss in His smile and eternal glow in His eyes. His soft skin is of the color of blue sky-azure and bright. His hairs are long and curly-when the wind blows a few strands of them upon His brow, annoying Him, He humbly enjoys it.
There is an infinite sense of calmness and serenity in His spotless, beautiful face. Anyone would fall in Love with Him at the first glance. (In fact, no one can just have a glance of Him: but only keep staring at His supple build and all-attracting eyes). Although there are many who would want to know and see Him, He seems to be entirely concerned about me alone. He has always been there for me.
He stays alone at the modest but radiant cottage by the side of the serene lake. A stream of water passes over the sturdy rocks, producing sharp and brilliant musical notes which sing of His glory and might. Deers, rabbits and other creatures hesitate to leave His august presence, even forgetting their hunger and their offspring in the woods. Giant and small trees around the cottage shed colorful flowers every day of the year to please Him with their faint aroma.
Many great poets wrote their best works in describing the splendor and grandeur of His majestic form. Greatest of the Kings have surrendered their kingdoms and wealth at His feet. Scholars and scientists sacrifice their lives to attain the knowledge bestowed and held by Him. Innumerable of such people have wanted to reach Him. I do not know what He did to them, but He always waited for me and He still awaits me.
Such is His Love. Even if I forget that He waits for my arrival, He loves me. His love is pure, real and unconditional; free from selfishness, greed, lust and jealousy. He is waiting for the touch of my hand on His brow, while I am longing to put them at His feet. He dreams of spending all day with me.
His wait is since millions of years, eager to meet me and hold me. He savors great delight in speaking and listening to me. His emotions are strong. The bond between Him and me, unlike other relations, doesn�t weaken either of us, but make us more strong and proud.
He waits for me since the early morning, the very beginning of the day. Waking up with a high hope to see me, when He opens His eyes, dismayed, He walks towards the stream of fresh water to offer oblations to the Sun and the Nature. He is ever content except this wait for me. He never lets anyone down. He respects the capable and is compassionate to the needy.
Despite the amusement He derives from His solitude, He seeks my company. My presence makes Him more solitary.
He looks down at the lake and recollects those moments of the future, when He and I, have a contemplating sojourn amidst the glimmering waters. Time ceases to exist when He and I meet each other.
He has His own Sun, Moon, Stars. The woods, the lake, the rocks and the river are all His wealth. He drives the cattle herd to the mountain top where vast stretches of greenery is spread wide. As the guardian of the Holy, He does the toughest job with utmost ease.
It had always been this way: He forgets Himself and plays soft music from His flute and I forget myself and sing and dance for Him.
The twilight takes the place of pure sunshine, as He wakes up, as it were, from a trance. Soon, the moon arrives bringing along the cool breezes from the sea-side and far-off lands. The night has come and He desires to see me in His dreams.
He is omnipotent. Then why doesn�t He summon me to come? There is no pleasure in separation- only pain. But He knows He is to wait. And I have to go through birth and death, sorrows and joys, success and failures, wealth and perjury, good and bad. After this journey, which in itself has to end at some pristine destiny, I shall beseech Him, seek Him and surrender unto His feet.
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Thy Name
Lest I mistake this summer rain
As Thy blessing to heal my pain
Lest I forget, my life of shame
Whilst I still chant Thine Holy name
Perchance I glance backward at moon,
Hoping my dream will come true soon
Lest I feel 'tis time to renounce
And Thine own words lest I pronounce
Do make me wise, let me be right
Bless me follow the Divine Light.
Before I lose this hazy game
Before I burn in flames of blame
Allow me chant Thine Holy name
Thy name, sweet name, Thine Holy name.
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'Om Hari!', my lips sing
While deep in thought, meditating
On the Holy Names of the King.
'O Govinda!' , I cry
For Him whose skin is like blue-sky,
Who dwells in Vaikunta so high!
'Vishnu', I call aloud,
Thinking of Him and feeling proud
Like Indra, the lord of the cloud.
'Free me from Vaishnava Maya!
Om Namo Narayanaya!
Om Namo Narayanaya!'
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Image that closely resembles the vision I had of Krishna