When again before Thee?

Death waits at flowers doorstep,
Blissful breeze muse the last secrets of comprehension
The dusk through which the sun bids adieu -
Reminds with all gloominess memories so cherished
Be it Moonlight or dew studded grass tops;
All are bound to disappear in drizzles’ flight.

The penetrating idleness and pervading silence
The Moments stood in Awe, bliss stunned, speechless!
These moments spent in Her Holy presence
Would there be another Birth or Universe there to
Capture or recreate the untold Magic?

Morning mist and first whisper of blooming flower
Eternal horizon and its feet embracing Ocean
Heaven heading peaks and just hugged clouds
Would any of you portray the pain my heart longs
To have that Holy glimpse once more time?

Struck between two worlds as pauses
Drawn between two musical notes
Of death and life-
Of dream and Vision-
Of Thought and Silence-
When though the Magic be wielded?
That Glimpse of Her that even eternity would die for...

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Harvest

Forever in gratitude at the Lotus Feet of the Great Mother! 🙏 For all the penance of all past lives, immense gifts have already been granted. All that this world could offer — many pleasures and a few many pains — have been bestowed and experienced. Moments of great pride and deep guilt did pass in trails... Now, I stand before a vast, wide field ready for harvest. I watch with awe, yet with self-doubt if I even deserve the sight. Not to bother Providence to orchestrate dramatic conflicts and resolutions anymore. What’s next in this journey? While the Gifts already granted continue to return in rich dividends... let the life's work begin. Let the harvest start, without waiting for help or companionship. The field stretches endlessly — the very vision wearies the eyes. Yet, a few sheaves gathered each day shall suffice... For this field, after all, is wrapped in an Ocean of loud silence, and the tool for harvest — is this body and its five senses. Oh dear Mother mercifu...

Waves of pain & joy

How can I lose what I never had, never would have, and yet always have? If you are ever in me, I must keep finding your love within; Every pure emotion felt, the lap my eyes shall come to rest. If I was ever in you, keep finding my strength carry you. Every gentle care you offer, is the shoulder where your head rests, in the arms of my safe presence. Just stay… In my heart. As this poetry. I walk, adoring the Love - my means and the destination, towards Our Divine Mother! This drop dissolves in the eternal ocean - deeply serene, yet with waves that are both pain and joy.

Who am I?

I am human. I am broken. I am bruised. Expectations break me. Guilt weakens my journey. I ruminate. I cry. I seek comfort. I seek company. I seek shoulders. I seek recourse. I want to rise again — not to repeat what broke me, not in blame that cannot heal me, not in denial, But in the acceptance of my faults. I master truth by facing it. I become light by recognising my shadow. I am human, but That is the 'myth'. I am meant to uncover and let manifest the shining light of Spirit within me. But then, who am I, truly? I am eternally joyful — Pure Spirit, absolutely detached. A fragment of cosmic dust, yet full of love. Every particle I touch glimmers with fragrance. Every particle that touches me becomes divine dust. I am a perpetual reality, born of Absolute Love! My Mother, Shri AdiShakti! My Father, Shri SadāShiva!!

Journey to the eternity

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