The wayfarers dropped by for a smoke and stumbled upon some of my poems. O, I felt embarrassed. Those were not just poems, but some secret music that I had never played. Those were not just poems, but some secret notes which I did not want them to read. And the conversation followed: Did you... Continue Reading →
With all power, I walk through the kingdoms unapologetic, yet with a tender heart, I bow down to every passerby who beholds my Prabhu at heart!
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,
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.
"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,"
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….
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 →