989. What Is Solitude?

Amma, What Is Solitude?

World is always busy.
Blind mind too busy all the time.

I seek a place to be in solitude,
To brood over the meaningfulness
-of the existence of the world;
-of the existence of the mind.

On hill tops,
On river sides,
On vast deserts,
On sea shores,
In green vales …

Wherever I go,
Both world and mind follow me ever.
Can’t get rid of these shameless ones.

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991. Give Me The Pride Of Being Your Child.

You bestow
Some people with pride of having best parents.
Some with pride of inheriting immense wealth.
Some with pride of being born in high caste.
Some with pride of possessing an extraordinary talent.
Some with pride of controlling a great mass.
.....

For me, You denied all these.
I too don’t regret.
In fact, I thank You
For not having added all these
To my already taxing ego.

But, don’t deny Your uplifting love.
Give me only one pride.
The pride of being Your child!

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795. Relations Wobbly and Rootless ‘I’ - 171208

While swimming
Amidst seething sea
Of selfish karmas
Seeking for coast
To rest my aching legs
I found a tiny land!

With a heavy relief
I docked my feet.
But alas!
It slipped and sank
Into selfishness!

Hurriedly I took
Refuge in another rock
The same thing went on!
Thus walking on
Moving stones
My voyage goes!

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936. Mother, grant me more and more faith. 160408

Mother, grant me more and more faith
Though misfortune chases me till death.
Faith is never experienced in lucky days,
But it comes when I tread fateful ways.

When on lucky peak climbing so high,
People talk heartily about faith and joy!
Mother You teach me the real meaning
Of faith in gloomy life with no blooming!

Though You shut me in dark room;
Though You beat me by ugly broom;
I have none other than You to cling upon.
Faith on You is enough to go on and on!

Let each of my step stumble on sorrow;
I gain vigor again from faith the marrow.
Your names chanted with flowing tears,
Stretch faith roots that my heart bears! 160498

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638. Be a sea! 070211

Oh mind!
Become a swelling vast ocean
On shore all dead are thrown
Out all garbage are flung
No dirt is kept for a long

Oh mind!
Become a swelling deep ocean
Though giant whales jump and leap
Though great waves frighten to sweep
Limitless water remains inside its coast

Oh mind!
Become a swelling blue ocean
Though gigantic titanics tear its surface
There is no scar in its marvelous face
Its merry waves dance in mystic bliss

Oh mind!
Become a swelling profound ocean

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950. Mother, Demolish my identity! Let me go out of ego cover! 240208

Amma,

As a floating balloon traps air from atmosphere
My little self is ensnared by ‘I’ encircling sphere!
Prick the wall! Let the air out to be one with sky
Crush the ‘I’! Let the self out to be one with thy!

As a floating sealed earthen pot of water in Ganges
My identity blocks all way that self with Self mergence
Break the pot! Let the water mingle with Holy River
Demolish my identity! Let me go out of ego cover!

As the charismatic silence is being the language of Love
Why the stupid mind is always engaged chattering loud?
As blissful state is my true nature in vigilance full
Why am I chased by sorrow pertained to body small?

As the ever expanding space is my dwelling place
Why am I bound in a fragile body with nine holes?
As all the objects under universe ever belong to me

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924. Compliment to a dear colleague 230208

One of my colleagues is remarkably extraordinary for her wit and wisdom without her our staff room would not have tasted joy in job. She co-ordinates parties without hurting anyone’s feeling. Bold to present our problems to higher authority…yet not haughty. Our staff room remains always as a merry place by her endeavour to have family atmosphere. She is a Christian; her husband is Hindu. Her mind is a blend of both religions radiating philosophy too.

Happy birth day to Mrs Queene Yadav
Her wisdom driving away any boredom,
Sprinkling philosophy and philanthropy!

Happy birth day to Mrs Queene Yadav
Her jingling words mingling with care and love,
Changing any gloomy place into a blooming palace!

Happy birth day to Mrs Queene Yadav
She is the binding bond of staff band
Arranging table party is her stable duty!

Happy birth day to Mrs Queene Yadav
Her boldness pulling legs of even baldheads (Like Mr. Yadav) ,
Protecting the feelings of her fellow beings!

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698. Make me a drunkard! 041009

They say, ‘be happy and be away from people unhappy’
But how can I pretend to be happy when I am not happy?
I wonder how joy will spring from my heart
When I have not realized truth but in dark?

To be joyful and to give joy, they say
Love is the only means; but to my dismay
I have not tasted true Love in this world
To my eyes all relations are mere trade!

Cinderella’s misery was no more as she met
The prince with true love and a heart wet
She jerked away all her relations false
To unite the prince in a private place

I know my dearest beloved! You are within!
I shut all the doors made up of my thick skin
The five senses and the brain store of thoughts
To make my heart a lovely bed for sweet nights!

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780. Work 060409

As far as I can not melt myself in Meditation,
I surrender to work at hand with attention!

As long as the ceaseless dance of ego goes on,
From His hand to my hand let works flow on!

The mistakes in work show lack of concentration,
Thus my refusal to surrender totally to occupation!

If I were asked to repeat, I learn I should not regret,
Rather with recovered passion give a good start!

Though it looks the work comes from boss,
I realize it is always from Divine Providence!

Though it looks too trivial like cleaning lavatory,
I realize it is no less to executing royal authority!

As a tree is measured by its produce,
I will be by my work’s completeness!

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