In Right Spirit

Just wanna sleep for sometime,
Without drinks and smokes.
I know that helps to many,
Helping to fly for moments,
To forget the selfish failures.
And they can’t help forever.

I will sleep with my songs,
I will wake up with my songs,
I will live my songs, to carry,
the pains and the laughs forever.
Beyond life and death,
Vibrations will echo the brains.

I will sleep with the satisfaction,
I am fortunate enough than others,
Who got more pains than me,
Whose dream castle melted in soil,
And my Friend, who lost his father .
I am better than all those slum kids.

I know its difficult to sleep now,
I shall close the eyes, just for a sleep,
I wouldn’t ask for selfish dreams.
I shall pray to Him, folding my hands,
Give the best, what she deserves,
Give the best, what I deserve.

याद है न वो दिन,
उसने फेंका था  तेरा प्रसाद ,
तेरे उसी सिंहासन पर,
बैठा रहता,
तू मुस्कुराता ।

क्यों लेता वह तेरा प्रसाद,
तू सुनकर चुप जो रह जाता,
आँखे खोल क्यों अंधा होता तू,
क्यों न सुनता उसकी वाणी ।
उस दिन, उसकी पगली के आँसु,
बस मिन्नतें करती रही,
चिथड़ों पर लेटी ।
और तू चुपचाप,
बस गिनता रहा दिन ।

हाँ, तू सुनता है ।
पर परीक्षा लेता है न,
तड़पाता है – देखता है न,
न जीने देता, न मरने देता ।
ले, कब तक लेगा परीक्षा ?
अबकी तेरी भी परीक्षा है ।

देख, वहाँ पगली को,
फिर जगती है, रातों को,
सुबह घुमती है, सड़कों पे,
आँचल पसारे ।
पहले भर दे तू,
फिर उसका आँचल ।
उसी दिन फिर लेगा वो,
फटे आँचल से तेरा प्रसाद ।

Set me free.
From all colors,
that painted my real me.

Set me free.
From all noises,
that overrule my songs.

Set me free.
From all religions,
that bind in customs.

Set me free.
From all boundaries,
that appear only on papers.

Set me free.
From all relations,
that don’t  follow with death.

Set me free.
From all promises,
that divide the humanity.

Though winds carry the tunes,
The love spreads in the dunes.

The sight is enough to make a smile,
Near is dear, making feel for a while.

It was our silence, making the sound,
Just a touch was soothing for wound.

When there lies no wish, beyond we,
Floating in silent eyes, sings there she.

At my Yoga Retreat Classes ( level -1 ) at ISKCON, on the first day, they showed my neglible status ( as well the whole class ) in the infinite universe through an audio-visual presentation and at the same time showed the importance of free will ‘the atma’ one have.

In my internal process of thought, there was an unusual turmoil. That was a different sunday, when the lecturers instead of making fun like my friends, used to motivate for introspection. On being asked about being a part of wrong event and the answer of the question”why should I suffer?”, they answered properly. The answer lied in bitter truth- I am responsible for that. (It was again the story of five horses and chariot …) Though the concepts of reincarnation taught in the class is still to be understood by me fully, preoccupied by modern science, but still the universal phenomenon of happenings being controlled by superpower could never be denied.

Then interactive discussions went on topic – “controlling by superpower and free floating free will – consequent sufferings and enjoyment “. Interesting point of discussion was “we remember the supreme, mostly in the hours of need, expectations and forget mostly in the hours of happiness”. To ease out again ,the answer came – the pains at one level is sanctioned for our goodness again. Unless the free will accepts its limitations and goes against the laws of nature, the level increases. In all situations ,the free will must dedicate sufferings to the same, who always provided the plenty of opportunities for enjoyment too.

Other post in the series : ISKCON Bangalore -1

To make a fun of other’s personality is easiest way to hide one’s own, reverse is most difficult.

To make a fun of happenings is easy, unless one is a part of that.

If words implemented in works make a man, only true love of mass acquired by, makes him a gentleman.

It takes a lot of personal sacrifice and austerity, before the power is bestowed to anyone.