Vanshîká

Granma & Fairytales...

No Granma,
No love,
No cozy moments...
Who will open the secret strings of the Fairytales...

A sacred chamber!

A sacred chamber!
Lot to write,
Lot to read,
Lot to blossom!
God is somewhere here...

The relationship between the Devotee & the Divine is like a Flower..
Here the petals are the love of the Devotee
and the perfume is the acceptance of the loving Godhead.
Without the Devotee there would have no colour or blooming petals
and without the Divine there would be no natural scent..
Together they become the FLOWER teaching common folk ONENESS!

Burning...

Roaming inside your heart,
bejewelled, flowered with joy
i find pearls, scattered here and there...
i collect them
i find Malachites swimming in mist
i collect them,
i find Lotus flowers
i collect them,
i sense now, i am entering the innermost chambers,
and stars peep from my hairdo, smiling,
i find a candle, a feather and an old book
with your name all over it,
i sit there in meditative posture,
gradually losing myself
and filling up your pearls, lotuses in me...
then i see you sitting right infront of me,
you say why i disturb you,
and your third eye pop open,
unleashing yellow hot fire,
i don't find a chance to defend myself,
or ask what is my fault,
when i am completely surrendering to you,
when i am full with devotion for you,
why you have to burn me like this O Siva,
my Handsome Mountain Lord,
why dhagad dhagad dhagad jwala...
is this your way of life,
i have heard that you are very loving
O Varadam paramam mangalamasi!

I went to Shyam barefooted

I went to Shyam barefooted
no penny in my pocket
No gift to offer
Haven't combed my hair
Rushed to the tunes of his flute as i am ...
I went to him as an arrow escapes from the bow
I run to him without thinking
whether he will be pleased to see me
I just went like a mad deer in a frenzi
and Ghanashyam hid himself under the tamal vines....

I went to Shyam barefooted
No gift to offer
Just to have a glimpse of him....
and to offer my life in his divine feet!

Stringless

I fly like a stringless kite
In your blue chest, O Vast Sky,
And strangely,
I am safe here...
Though i don't have any root
Any string attached to me,
I don't have any fear...
You give me your cloud couch
To rest my head
Whenever i feel no energy in me...
O my Vast friend,
In you, with you,
I feel no feeling...
And i become a part of you,
When you envelope my whole being!
It's like i float here,
With you ...
It's always like this...
No end to it.....

Megharaaj

Megharaaj,
Be a thick dark cloud
with gallons of nectar inside it,
& RAIN!
Be a white silvery cloud,
decorate the blue chest of the sky
Like the final stroke of a Painter
& FLY!
Why you become heavy n grey,
A Cloud Canopy,
That covers my heart
Not letting me see the Sun
& the Blue Sky beyond...
Megharaaj, Rain
And let the green earth create a Rainbow!
A New One!
.....