Category: Poems
the bird sings because it has a poem
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Into Amma’s Heart
I went far into the depths of Amma’s heart, Beyond all knowledge, beyond all sight. I heard Her secret voice singing of love’s dawn, For the mother of exalted bliss had brought me close. I love you, my dear one. I cried for Her in the lonely pain of parting, When far away from Her
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Never be separated
Mother, can a droplet be separate from the ocean, And boast that it could exist alone just only as one, No, its pride vanishes when the mighty sun soon rises, Lo! Vaporized, it‘d disappear in a fraction of minutes. Mother, can a fledgling fly far looking at the sky, And boast that it can reach
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Quiet time
The worldly pleasures and its relations Must not be allowed to take The quiet time.. The quiet time.. The quiet time with you… I yearn for you.. I yearn to worship you.. I yearn to follow your way.. I want to know you… I sing to you and you fill me with your love… In
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Supreme Goddess
My great Amma, your radiance is like unto goddess Lakshmi. My glorious Amma-Devi brighter than a thousand suns. My holy Amma, you rest like Parvati upon the mountains. My precious Amma, this heart shall see your face and dwell in bliss. My sweet Amma, enchant me with the flute of your tender bhajans. My loving
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Vidyarambham
Existence sleeps as gene of time. Entire concept of creation lie muted Each probable sound hind in letters, echoes behind universe of alphabets. Primordial AUM evolves by a celestial chant. Creations begin at dawn of imagination. Calligraphy of first sound resonates. More images emerge from silence, sounds music from the depth of wisdom. In the
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An evening hymn
O my dear mother, All praise to you this night, for all the blessings of the light, Please keep us beneath your almighty wings… May my soul repose on you May my eyelids close, while remembering you And may that sleep make me more vigorous, to serve you when i awake… by Anagha sharan
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A simple rhyme
O! Ma, what a vainglorious was I that I thought of only “I, I and I”, Verily the vanity that got washed away when I looked at Thy Eye. O! Ma, what a dismal child was I that I could dream only terror, Verily the despondency vanished away with Thy smile so milder. O! Ma,
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At Your Holy Feet
A garland for you by the flowers of my thoughts, Each petal bears dews of my love. A smile from your eyes glitter my soul. Mother how can I thank you without tears. Let me pour down as offering at your feet. Oh ! If I could turn into milk that consecrates your feet, If
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A Beam (II)
A subtle scent envelops me. Then touch of a soft wind of grace, somewhere in vicinity a giggle. I listen to the soft footfall of my mother. Suddenly, I became a child, a tiny one. My toothless gum ventures a smile. Oh! I smell aroma of untainted love. I became an aged child of yester years.