Sunday, June 28, 2015

A Humble Prayer

You are all-attractive,
The Darling of all,
The Beloved of the Gopis,
The Light of the Universe.

You play the flute,
The music induces love in all hearts,
All the beings surround You in ecstasy,
Taking pleasure in Your presence.

You dance with the Gopis,
The mystical Rasaleela,
You are ever-present with each one of Your lovers,
Pleasing and Enjoying.

Oh Lord! Why then should such a trial befall me?
The love in my heart,
The source which is You,
The object which is him,
It was all with Your permission,
Please give us a chance,
To serve You together,
I have realized the power of Maya,
But let me keep this one promise,
Oh Lord! What is in this material world?!
Let us progress together spiritually,
Bless us to get this one chance,
Bless us with clarity of thought,
Bless us with strength of heart,
Bless us with Your devotional chant,
Bless us to remember You always and serve You,
Get us out of these material senses and let us see You,
Your glorious form, Your charismatic presence,
Oh Lord! We are helpless mere mortals,
If not You, there is none for us,
But if You are with us, we need none other,
Bless us, Oh Lord! With everlasting peace,
Give us this chance and release,

From this mortal pain and suffering.

Sunday, June 21, 2015

Seasons, Love, Life

The sweet scent of love,
 Brings with it the hope of life,
As the seasons change,
The scents change too.

Spring promises the perfume of birth,
Of blooming flowers and fruit-laden trees,
Filling the heart with hope,
And nurture growth.

The summer sun smells of sweat,
Sweet are the fruits of labour,
A moonlit beach, a quiet retreat,
Happy to rest, in one’s nest.

The rains come next,
Dark, charged clouds,
Promising a heavy outpour,
The cool rain meets the heated ground,
Evoking the perfume of passion.

Autumn comes; the leaves change colour,
Wrinkle up and fall to the ground,
The squirrels hoard and save,
For the fear of impending winter.

The winter brings with it deep chill,
Darkness, despair and ice,
Freezing the world into immobility,
Life hibernates in steady hope,
“If winter comes, can spring be far behind?”


Flames of Love

Love is like fire.

The enclosing hug of a lover,
Like the warmth of fire on a winter night,
The passionate kisses and lustful lovemaking,
Is the all-consuming sacrificial fire,
The nurturing care of a parent,
Like the controlled fire on a stove top,
When things turn sour,
The resulting hatred,
Intense and destructive as the forest fire,
Swallowing everything as it goes…

All types of fire end in embers,
Smoking, slowly-extinguishing,
Keeping the memory of the heat within,
But embers can light candles too,
Candles that transform fire to light,
Love to Hope.
A thousand candles may be lit, but the fire never decreases,
A lot of hope can be spread, love ever increases,
Just a change of focus, from the dying embers,

To the waiting candle…