I was walking to the temple for some rest - my eyes had not slept for ages and were weary and tired, my body had not rested for lives and begged for some shelter,
It is all veiled, all veiled
The Demons Within
With Her blessings, I can now see the greedy dark faces of the Madhus and Kaitabhas within me, soaked in lust and ego, and the Mahishashuras who are every now and then ensnaring me with quench-less thirsts.
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Wake up the song
"Wake up the song, that had died in this long dream, Wake up the music, that had long been lost in the caves of lust, in the stream of name and fame,"
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They call me “Love”
I am made of nothing-ness, yet they said am made of "Love" and titled me with the word "Love"....
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My Prayers are Stronger than my Fears
Little did I realize before, that, "My prayers are stronger than my fears" Little did I realize a grave realization was awaiting me, and freedom would cost me this….
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God of Death
This post is a little poem I wrote on some emotions related to Death! Hope you like it.... Amidst the falling of the night, I wait at the shore with wide eyes. Amidst the dying stars, I see one waiting to honour me. The dark castle I built all along, its time I let... Continue Reading →
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Fulfil Your Promise Mother
This post comes up with an inspiring excerpt from the book "Sri Sarada Devi and Her Divine Play" by Swami Chetanananda* and a poem below named "Fulfil Your Promise Mother" which I wrote for Mother. Hope you like it. One day she said to me in the course of the conversation: "Whenever the thought of a... Continue Reading →
