Boundless Vastness

 

Oh vast, boundless sky!

Awestruck, I wonder perceiving,

thy stunning magnificence striking

and I stare at thee with eyes gleaming!

Oh soothing companion, gigantic!

Heart so warm and admiring.

Thee slay all pains ailing

of this world trifle in meaning!

My heart that cries, thee sooth.

Thee, the mirrors of the universe!

With stars and celestial sparks diverse!

Placid mysteriousness, yet immerse!

Incomprehensible, unimaginable thee stand

taking this observer into contemplative trance

away from this illusive glad-sorrow dance.

Pondering over and over a blessed chance!

From thee he pours, the creator his light!

Divine, radiant, enlightening and eternal!

Seeing thee I stand forgetting myself

in a source that always welcomes!

Eons And Eons Later

 

Why dive into this ocean of melancholy?

Ailing sobs, forcefully dragging
those attachments ever piercing!
Eons and eons ensuing, for what the melancholy?
Where persists the most hunted for?

Why the craving for love?
Why the pleasing pinnacle of fame,
the tiresome rat race for name?
Eons and eons later, where exist they?
Whom and for what the mendicancy?

Whom for this greed of wealth?
Why the grandeur display of lavishness?
The long aimless run of madness.
When time unfolds where goes the wealth?
Drowns all in the whirlpool of senility!

When every breath of discomfort troubles,
Oh the seconds that depart with it!
This mighty burden of worry inhibit!
When all enter "that" from which they came.
Where are "you", "me" and "they"?

Where this gross with the senses?
Where the befuddling mind?
Bewilderment ever keeping bind!
Where the perception of sweet and bitter or flowery emotions?
All that transit, halt with transition except the"enduring"!

Ceaseless afflicting metamorphosis!
Cease it now! yes this very instant!
For "that" which lasts is the persistent!
All the products of distortion, perplex not!
For eons and eons past the "changeless" alone remains!

Glory To Bhaarath - A Tribute For Independence Day

 

Glory to thee! Of nations most enchanting,
To the land of prowess and sacrifice!
Where of them all, the most dreadful ,
the fear of death lay slayed and conquered!

Glory to thee, my beloved land!
where every drop of morbid blood red
and the sweat of torment shed,
lay sanctified in thy holy name !

Glory to thee and to thy children
for the gift of liberty thee has bestowed!
To this chaste fertile earth sanctified in
drops of courage juice dripped from void sin!

Glory to them all who fought
In thy holy name! Oh mother,
thy children ever loyal! In whom it gushes
in those veins the very love for thee rushes!

Glory to this land with flowing rivers
of abundance, of diversity! To the
birth-land of Ahimsa! To thee mother,
Where enemies were conquered with Non- violence!

Glory to thee who radiates tranquility,
even if the entire world savages in warfare!
Glory to thee who soars high in the thirst for knowledge
whose children seeking the truth!

Glory to thee on whose lap rest
they the children of truth, guides,
the sparkling, shimmering rays of
hope, of wisdom, of eternity!

Glory to thee, where pitch darkness
is dispelled away by intense luminosity!
Oh mightiest, let thy might enhance
with thy children ever serving generosity!

Glory to this land of saints!
Of god-men and divine mentors!
Whose words strike the soul's center!
Whose experience a parable timeless!

Glory to my beloved Bhaarath (India)!
The very abode of respectability!
The treasure of all knowledge!
The crown of immateriality!

Tune Along The Riverbed

 

There the wind hurled,
amidst the dead silence of the woods!
And There I stood along the river bed,
with most inestimable of them!

Pebble in my hand, most, most, most cherished!
Ah! How could I heave away?
My heart I would be casting if I did to them!
That which I adored as blessing mightiest?

There, the water mirrored both remorse and treasure!
Anterior to my eyes a portrayal of forfeit!
How could I cast it? Torture! Betrayal! Pain!
A life inconsequential without!

Like she flows fluent and securely.
A symbol of adamantine forbearance!
Taking many and my augmentation!
An expression of unendurable anguish!

Mentoring us wisely! That she does too,
ever-changing akin the cosmos.
reminding and awakening, about this play!
That all we perceive is a product of transition!