Pranams to my Lord
The sky is light; the grass is green,
I long for You as never been,
A child, a God-man to adore,
Do burn my ignorance to the core.
When nights are dark and rain doth fall,
With thoughts of You I bear them all.
In joy and sorrow, love and pain,
Through suffering I can't refrain,
From love's sweet moment full of bliss,
Your adorable feet I kiss.
'cross tribulations, stormy seas,
I am before Thee on my knees.
In buses cars and aeroplanes,
At nights in sleep, on days in trains.
While working, playing, You I meet,
Spend countless moments at Thy feet.
Will You not always keep me so?
Is my devotional so unreal?
No remedy I wish to know,
All pangs that separate are hell.
I see You walking, smiling; free.
I feel Your love, Your agony.
The celestial realms I visit too,
And feel compassion flow from You.
Without You life is one big pain,
Like burning from a teacher's cane.
Ode To A New Birth
The words you spoke were sweet,
And melodious to my ears.
Your voice, soft, yet earnest,
Conveyed a realm of truth that struck,
With deep regained awakening.
The heart stirred ... filling me
With deeper yearning,
For things I onced possessed,
My deepest gratitude.
May I be faithful to thy purest Self.
Perchance I've won the victory.
But should I lapse again,
Fill me with madness for the Highest Source;
Yearning so sublime,
To take me to the pinnacle of divine romance
And transcendental bliss.
Adieu! my friend. We'll meet again
In sweet communion.
Where wise ones say that words are not,
And all is silence.
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