The Hugging Saint

The hugging saint

hugged me again....

amidst the scorching heat 

and sweltering crowd

she had a few moments

to give me

that loving jaddoo ki jhappi.*

Overwhelmed again I was

by her warm humility,

by her showering sharing demeanor

happily giving away

the divine strength

she receives for herself

to ordinary commoners like me.

Walking away 

from that epitome of purity,

I carried within me

emotions of peace,

tears of gratitude

for what I knew not

yet, I was aware that she did....

Thank you Amma!

*Jaddoo ki Jhappi means magical hug.
Also do read Amma I know you are there

Divine Grace

The Divine Mother

and

Her Blessed Son

born to deliver all

from suffering and delusion.

Their grace descends upon

You, Me and All

even as we mere mortals

squander it for petty gains.

Look again,

Search for the Power

that is never lost,

just lying dormant

in the dusty dungeons

of our mean minds.

Magpie Tales: 45

Walking The Buddha's Path

A chariot steered Him away

From the moh-maya

Of life.

What will I need

To get rid

Of unwarranted attachments?

Whenever I sit to whine

About this and that,

About what could be and would not

I remember Him –

As He cast away

What was served to Him

On a platter!

Try as they could,

His parents unable to thwart destiny

And karma

Had to let Him go.

When shall I learn let go

Of undying expectations?

Desires growing like creepers

Slowly and steadily

Enter the vineyard

Of a superficial life.

When shall I find the straw

Of divine love

And climb up without feeling

The loss of hurt and hatred?

Of trust and tattered emotion?

When shall I strive

To walk the path

Of the Divine Soul?

When?


Poetry Potluck: Reflections, Interpretations and Musings

Miracle of Divinity!

Krishna, how you tingle the senses
like you did with the gopis;
one moment you are there,
another, you disappear.
Is it an illusion?
Are you not here and there-
Everywhere, omnipresent?
Then, why do some days
brighten with your glimmering rays
while some are clouded by your hurting absence?

Your word is a lesson.
Your persona life itself.
As I search for you
hither and thither
among brook and stream,
while awake and in dream
your peacock-feather crown,
the soul stirring notes from your flute
sway me away
rocking me to and fro
and then, I know -
You are always there
In my life's voyage.
I see You Krishna.
I see You holding the row of my sail,

always and ever in sunshine and in gale!


Poetry Potluck: Magic&Miracles, Wonder&Wizardry