My Gopal has got misplaced;
At mind's Vrindavan I weep.
Calling and calling Him, I don't obtain;
Nonetheless, hope to heart I leash.
I did not hear His words;
Only pain have I transferred.
A garland of love's color
I thread, yet ne'er did I make wear.
Candor has He wanted;
Mine had been a line curved.
On a crooked path Himself to gain,
I have craved constantly.
I think in the end is brooking
Sin, if today He appears.
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Monday, September 1, 2025
My Gopal is permissive
Sunday, August 31, 2025
The Love of each life
On autumnal evening, a smiling night jasmine,
With sweet scent Whom does she wish to receive?
The white cloud by a sound gentle,
It goes on busting all boundary.
To hinder her is no one else,
Equivalent to a thrill each moment.
At Earth's end, at the frontier Heavenly,
A cradle of divinity she swings.
Mind forgets about many persons;
Life is suffused by ardor for one.
Boundless, the One latent in a throng;
With that is implication throbbing.
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Friday, August 29, 2025
Who could ask for more?
With song You have come, swing You have given;
On the mind color You have varnished.
You are unequaled, incomparable.
You have loved, light You have lavished;
You are everyone's Beloved.
Even at the start of Creation, You'd been there;
Mid those formed, You had stayed concealed.
With bright eyes and handsome mien;
For everyone's welcome, You are fit.
Everybody prays for Your protection.
By hearing and contemplating with thought anxious.
In wisdom and beyond, with a mental flow of ambrosia,
You're deserving of perpetual worship.
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Thursday, August 28, 2025
Feelings
In eyes had been antimony; agony's tears,
He washed that away.
Who pained the mind, pray do tell;
Why to cry did He make?
Where He dwells, please do say–
Yourself He impairs.
Hence the eyes, they cascade;
Heard He not that mental tale.
That Beloved, is He so much ruthless–
Yourself He has left afflicted.
Why He smiles sweetly then,
If He did not understand heart's pain?
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You light up my lane
On sorrow's day, my bosom friend,
Hope of a life despondent,
Enveloping Your reverie,
Suffused is my fondness.
To walk the path I recall Thee;
I witness You through the eye's tears.
By Your wealth, the mind pervading,
Psyche's fog You expel.
Breath in and out is per Your will;
By Your kind grace thought's honey is.
You are the smiling moon, a heart within;
You rid mistake, way You present.
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Wednesday, August 27, 2025
I will never fathom it
In dream I have seen and I have loved–
Before eyes there's no meeting;
It had been in deep sleep, in deep sleep.
On sandalwood, by unhurt psyche
I have understood that You have come to my dwelling.
You're my own, more than my all;
You observe an atom, with properties a collection.
In both happiness and sorrow, You are my companion;
Love You pour with splendors aplenty.
In Your presence, getting and not getting are equal;
You understand the things needed and their wherewithal.
To the damned You give ablution, to the spurned, honor;
What You execute is beyond imagining.
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Monday, August 25, 2025
The Formless Being
On a springtime avenue lined with floral wreaths,
Who arrived with ankle-bells on feet:
Him I do not recognize, Him I never saw.
In a formless courtyard by form's sorcery,
His own self He goes on scattering,
Unflinching, oh with open heart.
In river-water with the dew's oscillation,
At temple of thought with foliage of color,
You've remained, You're pervading everyone,
Whatever mind espies, what the eyes regard.
Much as I continue thinking, no limit is there;
At each compass-point I obtain that Charming Entity.
On mountain peak and at ocean bottom,
His glory emanates, Him everyone does recall.
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