Category: Poems
the bird sings because it has a poem
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My Eternal Guru
O my guiding light, I am incomplete without you… Everyday… I sit alone, walk alone, Laugh alone with no shine in my foam… I see you through a beam… Do i miss you or does my soul ? O compassionate one… My humble pranams… You will be always my lovely hearted Kali Maa.. by Anagha Sharan
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Bless me Mother
Purity smiles from her eyes. Freshness flowers on her cheeks. An ocean of compassion heaves, in the fathoms of her eyes. Fragrance of love blooms, all on her body, in her actions. Every aspect reflects on her, from micro to macro. Each thought, each expression, each sorrow and happiness, passes through her. The strangeness, n’ wonders of nature comes and goes off her. I can hear her singing; when I sing. I see her crying when I cry. When I smile she smiles. When I am angry she is angry too. Every spec of action reacts by me. But she…
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Her Divine Form
Her lap we look for to rest, Her divine and soothing words we seek in moments of distress and sorrows, In Her sparkling eyes our eyes search for answers to the questions of life, She is none other than Devi, the embodiment of compassion! None of our words are enough to describe Her beauty and Her magnificence, Millions of devotees come in flock to Her to be hugged, Following only a few seconds of Darshan, So many changes brought to their lives and so many miracles! Yet She remains humble and keeps the innocence of a child. Her life, a…
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Oh Ma!
Oh Ma! What can I say about your love? On this child who was tossing up and down in the waves of samsara, you showered your Love and Compassion unconditionally… The more I tried to break free from your love, the more I got entangled in your love Oh Ma! What can i say about your light? For this child who was a dull head and always ended up in some trouble and always came crying to you with a bag full of sorrow, you opened the gates of Knowledge and pushed him in… The more I tried to run…
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The Bonding of Her Love
Every syllable sleeps in her. Every language flowers in her. Every music tunes live in her. As a prayer she lives in world. When she speaks the world listens. When she sings it gets into trance. Her actions speak her freedom. Her freedom is her fearlessness. When she falls into silence, still we can hear her talk, louder than loudest. A unique syllable that resonates, between life and death! Universe wakes up by her chant. As a song, as a tune, as a trumpet, Amma rises East, West, South and North, makes a clarion call of love, embraces each soul…
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Amma, the Sculptress
By mere look; she coveys lot A smile, a hug, a sweet murmur, A soft touch; melts stone hearted. Suddenly rock wakes up into life, breathes air that she had infused. A disciple is sanctified by the fire, she kindled in their hearth of hearts. By chisel of compassion she shapes, in tune, Chips away bits and pieces. Suddenly she unveils her creation, turning one into an idol of her ideals. Sculpts a complete being strongly soft, A divine sculpture in spiritual aesthetics! by Satheesan Rangorath
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Amma, where are you?
I tried to find solace in this materialistic world For so long, I forgot the true nature of this self, Until the day where I got exhausted, finding nothing which could give me happiness. That day Divine Mother, You came as a beam of light You took me in Your arms and hugged me “Daughter, Amma is always with you, seek within and not without” is what You told me, I closed my eyes and saw Your resplendent form, With both Your arms stretched out to me, you called me, You put me on Your lap, showed me the way.…
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The Wonder that is AMMA
In the shrilling cool dark night, The orphaned baby loved to be covered by mere torn rugs. With the dawn of warmth Sun’s light Almost naked baby walked towards Thee covered in worn rags. There was a healing aura around him. Someone whispered the wonder word “AMMA” in his ear. And said, Thou art a child of Divine His joy knew no bounds to have his Divine Mother so near. The life teaches a lesson, full of blows and errors One may find at loss, drowned in the midst of sorrows. Yet one must not forget, the helping Divine Hand,…
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River of Love
Swimming in the river of Your Love I realized dear Amma You are with me whenever I need Be it near or far away Seeing the birds fly in the sky Watching the fish swim in the sea Wherever I look, dear Amma In all I find Thee You are the only hope in my life Amidst all the sorrow and strife When you whisper in my ear I lose all my fear