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A Sacred Lake

“The sacred lake also called Ganga Talao represents the mighty Ganges river of India.” Mauritiusinsideout.com>grand-bassin-mauritius


                       A Sacred Lake

          In the midst of a tropical forest
          The mouth of a long extinct volcano
                    Surrounded by hills not so high
                    Bordered by lush trees and bushes 
          Is the seat of sparkling waters
          That undulate in little waves
                    In direction of the prevailing winds,
                    Reflect the azure blue of the clear sky
          The bright rays of the sun during the day
          And white shines of stars and the moon at night.

          Before men had set their eyes on the lake
          Angels danced on the shore of the waters
          To the tunes of the breeze on moonlight nights;
                    When a dream revealed the sight to a soul
                    And slim pathways were threaded to the lake
                    Angels no more plied to the sacred site,
          But thousands of men flocked to the spot for prayers
          And on the eve of Maha Shivratri
          Hundreds of thousands of pilgrims tread to the lake
          To source sacred water to pour on Lord Shiva. 
 
          All year round, tourists converge to the lake
          To stroll around this sacred site
          Charm their eyes with its unique tapestry
          And snap shots of its picturesque beauty
          To relish as memento of their trip
          And cherish as a divine work of art
          Legated to this tropical island 
          By the graceful divinity
          Who dropped a piece of paradise
          In midst of the Indian Ocean. 




Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2024



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Like Stars a Mystery

“The mystery of life isn't a problem to solve, but a reality to experience”. Tom McCallum
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                                          Like Stars a Mystery

                          Gazing at stars on a clear moonless night
                              Is to the eye and the mind a delight
                               So unique and so singular they are,
                                 So mysterious, many miles afar;
                            Like stars, each man remains a mystery
                               Despite all strides in human history.

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2025

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The Sands of Time


                                           The Sands of Time

                         The sands of time moves on without respite,
                              whether monarchs or humble vassals 
                                  have to bow at its moving shrine, 
                                      it drips on without kindness
                                         without grains of solace
                                          for souls great or small
                                              and does not wait 
                                                    for a while 
                                                         as it
                                                           is 
                                                           a
                                                      precious
                                                    gift of God
                                                bestowed to man  
                                               to apply with thrift 
                                            not to waste it in vain 
                                         as moments frittered away
                                       can never, never be regained
                                   despite all efforts to retrieve them
                                 despite all will to halt its silent march.

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2025

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Why Are We Here

Written 16 August 2023:
Placed First in  "Why Are We Here Poetry contest",
Sponsored by Unseeking Seeker

                                             Why are We here?

                                Let`s ask ourselves why are we here
                               And delve down the depth of our soul,
                                 Let us down our self strive to peer
                                      And find in life our real goal.

                                  A soft voice from within murmurs:
                                We`re here the human kind to raise,
                                 To bring our bricks to build shelters
                              For those in need, looking not for praise.

                                 We`re here to bring a helping hand
                                To those in want of a loaf for the day,
                              And to those in distress be a true friend
                                  Or bring to them hope on their way.

                              We are here as instruments of the Lord
                              To implement His grace and compassion
                                  That no man on the earthly abode
                                     Is ignorant of His lofty mission.

                                   We are here to mark our footprint
                                       In the roll of the human race
                                      That will resonate in bold print
                                      For ever across time and space.

                                 We are here not to harp on I and me,
                                      But to serve the Almighty Lord,
                                       Not to gratify the human body
                                        To the utmost we can afford.

                                     First and foremost, and above all
                                             As temporary travellers
                                          We are here to distil our soul
                                      And to discern the Lord`s marvel.

                                        We are here for lives after lives
                                            Our soul to clear and purify
                                          Until no more we are at strife,
                                       Until our body and soul are allies.

                                    We are here on earth until we are fit
                                   The cycle of birth and death to shatter,
                                       This world without remorse to quit
                                      At the Lord`s shrine to seek shelter,
                                            To seek bliss and liberation
                                      Free from the earthly web of illusion
                                            In search of divine unification*.


*"But he who unites himself with the Lord is is one who with in spirit"
6.17 Corinthians (Majority Standard Bible)

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023

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At a Crossroad

At a Crossroad  ** 

            Treading down the         I               I      journey of life
            Through thickets, 	        I	       I      thorns and tortuous lanes,
            I reached a 		        I   ~         I      critical crossroad
            Where three roads         I	~     I     defied my tender brain
            To impact on 	                I~   ~       I     my future load.
                                                I          ~   I
            The west- bound            I	~      I	road was large and even,
            With skyscrapers 	        I~	        I       all along its height, 
            Musical sounds 	        I     ~	I	that could deafen 
            The ears and sheer         I       ~     I	glittering wealth
            That often turned 	        I    ~	I	to a burden.
                                                I            ~ I 
           The second road              I     ~       I 	quite eastward bound,
            Rather rough, 	        I	~      I	rugged and narrow
            Smelt of sweet 	        I ~            I	incense all around
            And echoed 		        I	~      I	devotional songs 
            With chanting of	        I ~     ~     I      hymns on the ground.
                                                I                I
            The third road, 	        I	~       I     just sprawling ahead, 
            Was chilly, startling         I   ~          I     and daunting
            And offered no 	        I    ~ ~      I      glimpse going forward;
            Moving ahead 	        I ~    ~      I      was like making 
            A bounce in the              I   ~ ~       I      immense unknown.
            ---------------------------- I               I -----------------------------
		                                                  
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            At the crucial	                 /       ^     /       crossroad of life 
            Knowing not along         /        ^    /        which road to strive
            I closed my eyes            \     !        \        to the surrounds
            And delved deep 	         \	!        \      down my inner self
            To guide me on                 \	      !   \     my way around.
                                                   /          !   /
            Soon a clearly 	           /      !       /     visible light
            From within, 	                 /	!	/	 from my inner self,
            A self-sufficing 	        \           !   \       light, deep bright, 
            Drawing its fuel	        \     !          \ 	 from my faith
            And my trust in 	         /	!	  \	 the Supreme Lord
            Beckoned me to 	        /             !  /      follow its trace.
                                               /     !         /
            In the midst of 	     /	    !        /           sheer solitude,
            I trailed after 	    / 	!          /           	 the divine light
            Braced with the	    \	!         \	         shield of fortitude
            Through a maze of	     \	       !   \	         deep frost and mist
            Along a path	               \	!   \	         buried in quietude
            And travelled 	       /    !       /	         only by a few.
                                              /   !        /
            I stalked the light       /	      !    /            for miles and miles, 
            For days and days,      /	 !         /	         for years and years
            When it dawned 	      \	   !       \		 upon me with smiles
            Towards the end 	       \            \ 	         of my journey
            That the light led 	         \	!     \         me to the road,
            Glittering with 	         /  !         /         brightness and sunny, 
            Beyond the bounds	/	!     /         of spirituality
            To the divine 	               /      !     /           sphere of eternity.


**Jeremiah 6:16
This is what the Lord says: “Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, and walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls..."

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023



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The Unfathomable Depth

The Unfathomable Depth

                                 The lunar orb has shed its mystery, 
                            The Martian tract is now the goal of man,
                                No more distance is a word of glory
                            And no more is space beyond human ken.

                               Yet the chasm between man and man 
                             Grows with every gust and every breath,
                                  Down and down the solitary den
                               Man sinks and builds his lonely nest.

                              Man has fathomed the earthly planes,
                             Man has scanned the the atomic lanes, 
                                Nature has he tied to his own needs,
                                   He can boast of unlimited deeds.

                                   Yet man is to himself a mystery,
                                   His own heart is a boundless sea,
                                Where conflicting waves rest and roll
                                 And reflects the the light of the soul.

                                  His soul is an unfathomable depth,
                          Where neither winds nor tempests ever blow,
                              His soul is of such an immense breadth
                                That no learned bard can ever know.

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023

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The Door of Uncertainty

“Let`s greet everybody with love,
We know not when and in what shape
We may meet the Almighty Lord.”-By Author
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                                       The Door of Uncertainty

                    Midnight hours have just chimed on my wall clock
                          Woeful wild winds are whirling on roof tops 
                       The sky shrouded with seams of darkish frocks
                          Does not cease to cascade torrential drops;

                           Often times roaring thunders dull my ears
                            Lightning flashes dazzle the window panes
                           Spreading splashes of simmering dark fears
                               Down the frail aisle of my senile veins.

                            Slashed with sharp stinging pains I lie abed 
                                 In the languid loneliness of my room
                                   With my life tacitly tied to a thread
                               Awaiting to be lured by ghosts of doom;

                          Soon I sense hearing three knocks at the door,
                                 Who can this be at this untimely time!
                             I wonder, such sounds never heard before,
                        These could, I deem, just be some distant chimes.

                         The knocks on the door reach my ears once more,
                              Hardly I can move with back sore with pain,
                                    Yet pulling up my spirit to the core  
                              I try to reach for the door with much strain.

                                   Leaning against walls of the corridor
                                 I trudge to the door of the living room
                                   Where is lighted a little lamp of yore
                              That lightly tampers darkness of the gloom.

                                    Is anyone at the door, I murmur,
                               One, twice, thrice I enquire, but in vain,
                               No reply, but the winds` woeful whispers
                             On the gutters and the neighbouring plains.

                               Wild waves of uncertainty gnaw my mind,
                               Can it be a thief, come to steal my worth
                                 Can it be Hades` herald, I need to find  
                              As bells can knell soon for me to quit earth.

                                  With a sigh of fear, I unlock the door
                                   But can notice no soul on the terrace,
                                Soon a suffering sparrow greets the floor
                             From the door head seeking care and solace.

                                Despite my frail health I admit the bird
                                 Through the failing door of uncertainty
                                 Dispense care until it can join its herd
                                     Extend to it my humble courtesy.

                              Oft and anon, the bird roosts on the door 
                                 To sing its sweetish song of gratitude,
                                The splash of human gesture to adore
                                     And bestow on me its beatitude.

                                    The door of wavering uncertainty
                             Has proved for me to be the gate of bliss
                             That with steadfast, unswerving certainty
                                 Just for a day I shall not like to miss. 


Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2025

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Moving Uphill

Moving up one's journey uphill, Though for many a soul a thrill, Is a scary endless struggle Verging on a daily battle. One may expect thorns on the way And a scorching sun through the day, One may witness wild winds uphill With not a spot oneself to shield; One may expect rough, rugged roads With no single voice one to goad, One may expect to face a cliff Or down a precipice to slip; One may expect blows from vile men Or a stab on the back from friends, Envious of one's seat to take Or eager to snarl at one's fate. Moving alone up a steep hill Calls for zeal, power of the will Courage coupled with bravery And the gem of divine mercy. When our path is shrouded with doubt Let us give a positive shout To clear away any dark cloud That of ourselves we may be proud; When along a road we do fall, Let us surely rise after all, Pursue our journey till the end With spirit of a real man. When the top of the hill seems far Let us think of the distant star Some billions of light years' away Shedding light to brighten our way; Let our end goal be the hilltop, Instead of a slippery slope, Gaze at the distant horizon Where emerges the rising sun.

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2024

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Some Musings on the Inner Self

Written 24 November 2023
                                
                                Some Musings on the Inner self

                                   If in the stillness of our room
                                      We gently close our eyes,
                                 From the very depth of the gloom
                                     We may sense some far ties.

                                      If in the midst of the silence
                                         We deep open our ears
                                      And ponder on our existence
                                         We may a thin voice hear.

                                          If with a calm serenity
                                      We muse with peering sense,
                                            With mindful serenity
                                      We may learn life`s essence.

                                         If in the pitch of solitude
                                         We peer at our own soul,
                                      We may feel a deep quietude
                                           In our mind as a whole.

                                     If in the peak of stern stillness 
                                         We scan the inner self,
                                 We may view a gleam of brightness
                                      That longs to guide ourselves.

                                    In the depth of the inner self
                                       Lies some gentle brethren
                                    Very much akin to ourselves
                                         And a tender human.

                                     The inner self is like a pond
                                        Reflecting man`s image,
                                  Cherishing human love and bond.
                                         All throughout the ages.

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2023

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Patience and Perseverance

In the voyage of life when we set sail
Let patience allied with perseverance
Be the bacon light for us to avail
In the warm summer of exuberance
As in the wild, wobbling winter of gloom
When wilful wintry winds whirl us to doom;

When whooping waves waft the frame of our boat
Let's not give way to shadows of despair,
But hold on steadfast and keep on afloat;
When stormy gusts try our sails to lay bare
Let's brace ourselves with power of the will
And determination as a firm shield.

Let's not try to touch the sky at a stretch
As we may never meet the horizon,
Let's not try heaven to reach at a breath
As we may tumble in the ocean,
Let's move on step by step as the clock's chime,
Sail on steadily, a knot at a time.

Patience is a gift bestowed by the Lord
A balm that soothes the soreness of stress
A precious jewel seemly to afford,
And perseverance the key to success
The spirit that drives man to sail ahead,
The essence of efforts that are sacred.

When setting sail on an unknown voyage
It's fitting to have faith in the dIvine,
Who escorts our steps at every life's stage
Ever guides our path across space and time
With patience to earn the Lord's sublime grace 
And with perseverance to win the race.

Copyright © Krishnanand Guptar | Year Posted 2024

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