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Much of what I have achieved had once been just a dream. Yet, I remain unable to trust myself with my dreaming.

Help me entrust myself with my dreams master, and I shall change the world.
`

Minneapolis, MN,

January, 2010

`
I am small and insignificant.

Yet, when I laugh
In the timbre of that laughter dances all the happiness of the world;
And when I weep
In every teardrop lies concealed all of its sorrow.

I am small and insignificant,
Yet my master has entrusted within me all the vastness of his creations.
`

Bengaluru, KA,

April, 2007

At the Temple

`
So many of them,
Boys, girls, men and women,
Went there everyday.
They called it His dwelling place.
They called it the Temple.

I never went though.
Why would he be there,
Of all places, I reasoned.

Then, one evening,
As I was wandering nowhere,
You took me along – to the Temple.
I ne’er protested too, but went along
In jest.

Again I saw, so many of them,
Boys, girls, men and women,
I wondered aloud – what for?

To speak to Him, you said.
I watched in amazement
… so many were kneeling down,
You quietly did the same,
All of them were speaking,
Silently telling Him all they had to say
All the twists in the play
The play of Life.

So much love, so much faith…
As they murmured the great fiction of existence
So many thanked, so many asked for more
Others just talked, told Him their all.

True, he was there,
How could he not be,
So many tales to listen to, over pegs of love to drink

I just watched, and smiled…
In their devotion, their love,
I had found His,
I had felt Him.
`

Pilani, RJ, 

February, 2004

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`
I wander away often
Into the countless masses
Searching for love –
For a small corner
Within someone’s heart,
Where I can lie
In peace and glory…

How you wait patiently
Gently smiling there
Without a single beckoning –
That is how You are You
And myself Your servant dear!
`

Pilani, RJ, 

October, 2003

Puja

`
The hour of thy Puja was drawing near
At the temple had gathered so many Brahmins
I wast in the garden, thy servant dear
Gathering bright hued blossoms in the shadowy greens.

A vagrant spring breeze brushed against me
Young birds hopped, skipped, chirped around
Above, fleecy clouds floated on azure canopy
Nature smiled in joy with life abound.

She smiled at me, a warm beckoning,
To join her calm, reposeful ceremony
My heart it seemed, was dying to sing
In chorus with Nature's other children, so many.

I reclined on the soft green grass below
I felt I had been there since ages ago
In a trance I wast, my senses mellow
I felt thy divine presence across the meadow.

An embroidered shadowy green danced around me
I surrendered my all at the graceful face of thee
I never heard the Brahmins chant or the people calling me
Only thy touch, thy voice O Lord, I heard only thee.
`

Chandannagar, WB,

April, 2003