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 heart, I suffered without rest. When can you dry my tears, when shall you bring me To the land where my soul may dwell within you? I love you, my kind one. I am held inside Her blessed, sacred hands, The warmth of Her tender…
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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 the end of the vast sky, No, its vanity diminishes as it flutters a few feet up, Lo! Falling, it’d find crawling on the ground to fly up. Mother, can I be separated from Thee even for a second, And boast I can accomplish that…
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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 the depth of my heart when i ponder your love and grace…tears of joy flows down my cheeks… Hail…Gracious Lordess! hail. I bow down to your presence..,your love. I soar to meet your glory.. The quiet time… The quiet time… — by Anagha Sharan
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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 Amma, all that flows from you is pure amrita. Amma, avatar and conqueror of hate, I am yours. Mata, you hold all kindness within you, bring me to your state. Lead me from the mind to pure consciousness, from maya to Brahman. Bring me from…
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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 pallet of divinity rainbow takes shape. colour schemes stroke on cosmic canvas. Life begins in small beginnings. Creatures big n’ small are born. Sun enlightens whole of world. Mother of mothers breaks her silence. Brilliance blooms in heart of darkness. “Let the show begin” Chants…
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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, what a tottering child was I that I could only fall and tremble, Verily the weakness that’s gone when I sauntered with Thee, an amble. O! Ma, what a stuttering child was I that I could only mutter “Um, aa, ee …” Verily, now Thy…
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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 I could be water offering at your feet, If I become honey that shines on your feet, Oh If I could be the ghee that melts down on you. Let me offer myself as vermilion on your forehead. May be I could become sandal paste…
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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. By your one look I melt down on your lap, sighing deeply by comfort of your warmth, oh my mother grant me freedom. Free to be free on the wings of your freedom. Here I am waiting, offloading my egoistic thoughts, down at your lotus…