I found thee...

I woke up to a beautiful
morning dream...
Dew sparkling the Sun's bounty reflected an image That in
infinitude spectrum,
I found thee gazing in
stillness...
Whilst a beautiful meadow shuttered my
vision
In the moment of
lost identity,
In an universe of solitude and
bliss,
I found thee breezing in my ears,
legends of secret wisdom...

As I journeyed long and long
I rested for a moment's shadow under a banyan tree
Those strong shoots bend in
reverence and deeply grounded in humility,
I found thee, teaching them
the lessons of eternal quest.


And I wanted to see thee
Read thousand scriptures, travelled
mountains and forests;
Attempted self-annihilation, thro' thousand
postures and concepts
I found thee sitting well within my heart
with a lotus smile asking,
Where do thou search for me,
my dear child?"



Filled with awe, I gazed at thy
lotus feet
And got lost with it...
When I fell asleep, you carried me in
Thy lap and cradled with sweet lullabies which even
Gods have unheard till then!
I saw me present amidst million constellations
glittering and pleasant breeze venerating
pure light all over!
And my eye lids half open,
I saw thee
cradling me by thy eternally
blissful glances,
As if telling
"I am there with you always;
sleep in joy,
My Child"

Give with your full heart

Give with your full heart

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Say I am You- Rumi

Sparkles in a Vision

Oh grand Ocean sparkling full of joyful hope
Diamonds scattered all along
Seeds of little suns all day, Twinkle of million stars all night
The eternity expands at thy horizon
While our wishes converge at your shores

Many a dreams I had built on your depth
Most lost their form in thy majestic canvas
Some found their forms in your boundless identity
Rhythms so holy ever at your disposal
I am a note amidst million notes of HER music

When we are unheard, unseen
There is your color that of contentment and gesture that is eternally generous
When we are the spoken and witness
There is your expanse of infinite compassion and love truly HER’
In awe, I am bridged between heart and its holiness

Numerous arts, dear sky would bear in his arms
Ripples of eternity gazed in spectrum of colors and forms
The clouds so cherished of lost identity, curd churned of divinity’s milk
You reflect all those in your delicate lap, quiet and deep
I am a boat of hope journeying to the land of Love’s behold!

Many odes unsung at your shore still
Withered shells, garlands of waves' patterns occupies my attention
I am covered by a garment as limited as these patterns are
While My Mother whose garments' dust is this ocean, Search for my Self still lies deep down here!
In collective identification of million drops as mine Treasure hidden here and there!

Time and Again

Another time, again and again,
I want to long for you Maa
Your love, Your grace, Your touch, Your glance
Let me love you and eternally long for your love
Without the slightest shade of expectation
Let me long for your love, more of your love
Without the slightest thought of giving
Let me give, quenching a bit my search of your love
Whether you keep me longing or giving
Let me love and be lost in love
Neither have I known the meaning or purpose of my love
Nor I would ever expect anything in my love
Keep me loving, longing in love, for love, to love
Keep me under the dried grass on which
You sleep in the colony of morning dew;
Keep me amidst the flowers begging their worth
For them to be on the path you lay your feet;
Keep me in the moments that is forgotten and
Not asking for favours as these…
For Thy will be done, Thy alone will be done

Echo of a dew drop

Emotions have descended from heaven
To fill the pot of thirsty mendicant
Ears filled with the resonating music of stillness
Oh mendicant, where more he would want your journey to lead

Garden filled with colours so earthen
Fragrant flowers speak the language so mystic
Breeze carries the eternal hope of continued Joy
Oh Heaven, what are you doing here in the world of mortals

Mind wants to mind no one’s business
Barriers continue disappear with the fading individuality
So called fault finding hides in shame and never wants to peep out
Oh Man, where has gone all grudges developed in the anvil of the slavery mind

A drop of dawn's dew carries a character and form,
Transparent, unassuming, uneventful, reflecting, forming, deforming, disappearing,
All moments treasured in the joy of being "unidentified"
Oh God (Mother), in thy will, thy way, and thy nature is all that is “life”