When the world is devoid of dharma, He begins from within us.
His Will arises to inspire us to do more of what is just.
When I am lost, His blessings guide me to do what I must.
My dear Lord Hari,
You are the supreme attainment for all living beings.
Each day devotees drink the nectar of chanting your holy name.
They pray to the acharyas
To understand your pastimes,
Which is like food for the stomach,
And honey to the ear.
Blessed are those who take shelter of your lotus feet,
Where even the lowest of creatures may find solace
In your causeless mercy.
All the denizens of the earth cheer and beat their kettle drums,
Surly has the goddess of fortune found us.
Haribol!
Stepping in water, displacing the pool.
Walking prudently in body and mind.
For there is no room for a squatter,
forcing spillage over water’s bind
Secure a space for your form,
sitting gingerly at witness.
One cannot see past the water's norm.
Hence be one within it.
Soon I will become a memory
Like all, including the ones
Known as gods, Buddha and Krishna
Universe runs on laws
Nothing remains but the ultimate
Absolute and impervious to aspirations
I am waiting for the final moment
Not that I am not sad
I want to live
Many things you do but they never end
I know I will not be there
But I don't believe
And live with a solace
When I am no more embodied
I will live in the hearts and the dust
Sweet Lord, cosmic flute player
Rama Rama Hare Hare
India's deity, mythology
Krishna Krishna
Religion oldest and largest
Incarnation of Vishnu- Guru Vishnu
Supreme God of Protection, Compassion, Tenderness, and Love
Hallelujah
Namaste`
Avatar eighth of Vishnu
I waited from the sunrise until the last ray of Sun.
There is no shore for my emotions that are drowning
A voice yelled deep in me: Be patient it can be smooth;
it can be fine.
Enough arguing between the thoughts: some said,
What is happening? Others said to wait for the moment that is yours, soon to come.
Me juggling through my emotions,
wandering the situation, in the hope to catch the
shine of a glorious present. It teaches a person to
become strong; it teaches a person to hold the sorrow
with a picture of gain; to show what is pure; to prove
what is purity.
In this impure World, pure love is mandatory, It is a
bond that holds the relationships which hold the lives.
it is beauty, it is risky, it is blind it is sacrifice,
and it is love.
Lord Krishna had told long time ago-
Grave words like the sea not hollow:
"In the time of industrial & modern age,
People would be the birds in a golden cage:
Where they'd born with the wings colouring
But they'd forget the tune of how to singing,
People of modern time would be heartless
They'd be the cause of blame, never confess!
Science & technology would touch the apex
But the root of it like the dead tree fakes,
All sayings would be inactive fantastical
As a hand contains bloodless & acute nail,
People during modern age would be the king
And wish to govern over vassals very tiring,
When all strengths would subject to ash
And blood would submerge into flesh,
Only a MANTRA would come sailing by-
Hare Krishna & I'd be there being the moonlike eye."
Krishna has an ink effect in our greater supplication, these days!
How come?
From when?
For quite a few days! Since I returned from Bangladesh.
It seems quite a hazard!
Are you in truce with your landlady?
That is another epic ! An enormous one !
Attuned harmony, cryptocurrency in scripted Java, and Architectural Parthenon, ding dong, in ping pong
And I simply pondered
Which trash can served the son
In serving chores for "Tapati" , the grandiose mentor?
O, Fix yourself, just look at you!
You are just an advertised face of Sandalina Sandal soap , these days!
Have you ever washed your holy month of Sha'ban,
of days bygone?
Or a pure "Miswak?"
How far are you? In your own mirror?
Till the recorded reels are disposed,
to the fullest extent!
An unknown rural tune is surmising in only fluke news
A floating trochaic, in enormous hypes!
1. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tapati
2. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sha%27ban
3. https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Miswak
Play a Krishna mantra
Hear the rain pattering down
Cars knifing wet wind
Distant dogs howling
Even the tinnitus
ringing in my ears
Anything but the
narrative
playing in my head
Poison
from the well of
quiet desperation
of loneliness
of false perception
Just because the world
doesn't smile back at you
once
doesn't mean it doesn't
I just don't perceive
So
make the blood rush
into my brain and flush away
what smothers joy
Meditate
deepest desires
into existence
hear the dogs howl
hear the baby cry
But see the Buddha laugh
and smile back
It's good to breathe
It's good to be
Oh little Krishna!
My ink sprinkles in hues of devout love
as your glory I pen in reverence
My eyes forget to blink: spellbound
Oh! the sparkle in those little lotus eyes
My mind's music magically blooms
and sings in praise - your beauty and grace
as your mor mukut gently moves
when tiny legs dance in glee
Do You know...
the soul of silence seeks to remain silent
and merge with your pure divine self:
Is it a stillness so craftily created
to respond to thy call of Divine Bliss?
Or is it a crave to melt in your mellifluous music
as your flute tune wafts in soft wind?
A moment when
the steps of time will slow and stop:
just for a moment
and the entire universe will gaze in awe
entranced by its enchantment...
Oh my little Krishna...
Date: 08/30/2021
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Note:
Mor mukut is the peacock feather crown that adorns Lord Krishna's head.
Krishna trims the hedges
an artist in heart, he shapes them
creates three tiers, the bottom one big
the center small, the top one medium.
Fortunate to have him as my gardener.
I watch Krishna from the patio
He cuts humming a hit song
of yester years
ammavum neeye , appavum neeye
The same way the playback singer sings,
The hedges turn lovely, each one
depicting a pattern, The song flows
without any interruption. Krishna, is tired,
Rests for a while.
Wiping off the sweat, he looks
at his work. Says Sabash,
rises up to finish the remaining.
I gaze at him with wonder.
Krishna is almost the same age
as I am. I complain of my worn
out knees, and walk the barest minimum
while he stands for hours in the sun.
Hard ways have made him strong,
The comforts I enjoy have let me down.
Who is better off ? I ask myself.
It goes without saying.
1. Avoid Manichaean Concepts and Boxing - making categories - of Human Beings
2. Watch your thoughts intensely, but kindly: judge no one, not even yourself. Enjoy the drama. We are actors anyways (Ask Shakespeare, or Hindu thinkers who flesh out the concept of Maya and "Krishna Lila.") Do STOP obvious evils.
3. ACCEPT: you are no better - or worse - than other human beings.
They stood a test of time,
Yet glorified is this shrine,
Build around 700 AD with some submerged and some exposed..
Proudly does she overlook the Bay of Bengal,
As she remains as one of the oldest structural temple,
Who constantly keeps glorifying our ancient scripts,
From the tales of King Hiranyakashipu and his son Prahalada,
Maa Durga as Mahishasurmardini and Lord Shiva along with Nandhi,his mount.
Enshrined in a small rectangular shrine is Anantashayi Vishnu,
With the external walls filled with beautiful carvings of Krishna slaying Kesi,
And dancing over Kaliya and then being seated on his vehicle Garuda.
Mesmerizing is this sight,
When seen when the light is bright,
So make sure that you visit this place, Alright
Every time I close my eyes,
I see you showering me with love from the skies.
Every time my heart beats,
I know it's because of you,
Cause I can feel that rhythm of music from your flute,
Which brings me closer to you through our secret route.
Every time I let myself loose,
As you can deduce,
All I can hear is your name humming in my ears,
And giving me the strength to let go of my fears.
The peacock feather that adorns you,
Fills me up with the colors of life that you threw.
Those java green and iridescent blue,
Seasoned my soul with goodness as I grew.
O Kanha,
You light me up in the dark,
And ignite my untamed heart with sparks.
You fill my cracks with laughter,
And forever will you be my drafter.
Meer Bai (1498-1546) was a Hindu mystic, musician, poet, and saint. She was born to a royal house, but gave up all privilege to live as a beggar, singing of her true love Krishna along the byways and in the marketplace. I have adapted two of her poems, striving as best I might to capture my sense of her person and persona.
I.
I want you to have all that I can provide:
The beauty of my gaze upon you
The grace of my mouth that praises you
The splendor of my strength in your defense
The glory of the scent of musk that is my body
For do we not speak of divine love?
We do.
II.
Never let it be forgotten, my love,
That I will bring to you
All the madness you require
To unfurl yourself
Across this universe.
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