To remain ignoring You I've desired;
You've continued giving fondness.
In the thought of You alone is my life;
You dance within that existence.
Never did You stay forgetting me;
Love You've kept pouring sweetly and profusely.
With cadence and melody, You've gone on filling me;
You are in both light and darkness.
Thinking I am at a distance, there was ignorance;
There was envelopment by the fog of egotism.
A stream of worldliness had encircled,
But You have removed it.
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Wednesday, July 6, 2022
Despite my imagination
Tuesday, July 5, 2022
Brought on high
By Your immense gift, a sympathetic contribution,
Toward hell's abyss has withdrawn my self-conceit.
That pride, it had tied me in strings of blind infatuation,
Banishing it, all my burdens You did carry.
On Your own You're coming; You've entered fold at inmost core–
Though formless You've been smiling, arrived at realm of form.
And on that light a-flashing, both joy and woe go floating off;
At the atomic stratum is an acquaintance with everybody.
Always awake You've endured with amity, soothing and tranquil;
You've been smiling gently-gently with an ever-new affection.
But for You, who is there that's understanding the affliction?
Myself You have vanquished, taken and made family.
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Monday, July 4, 2022
Such a boon
At core of heart Yourself I have seen;
Thoughts most loving I have received.
On the whole world, by Your light-beams,
Glow You poured through music-notes and melody.
Everyone You've taken and made Your own,
At depth of heart, providing devotion.
Those who do not love, around them also,
You continue dancing constantly.
Ocean of Divine Game, hey Ruler of the Waves,
Make remote all shame and fear, all bondage.
At Your feet, obeisance to Thee I proclaim,
A million, million times, with both body and psyche.
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Sunday, July 3, 2022
Keep your eyes trained on the goal
On the surface of this blue mere,
A white lotus, water lily, smiles effusively.
Who came, who went, she does not see;
Her mind just runs to Him only.
Many a storm has blown with flow of lightning;
Many an aerolite flashes many light-beams;
Many comets, showing up, set their tail a-dancing...
In each case, don't they come and leave?
Many days have gone away, many ages have elapsed;
Nonetheless her breast has stayed replete with nectar.
Many black-bees, haven't they come and kept on singing?
Yet her honey isn't lost, not by any means.
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Saturday, July 2, 2022
Beyond imagination
Now, inside the compound of my psyche,
Oh Dark Prince,[1] arriving, You tarried.
Myself You astounded:
You told that You hold me dear.
What I did not imagine, I see that alone happened;
Your sweetness, mind it filled.
I replied, having cried with a passion:
This just cannot be believed.
You said this mind is Your abode;
You had been there, love's extract, in the past also.
I saw You not, under ego's influence:
You were hid by the mist of vanity.
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Friday, July 1, 2022
Strict but lenient
Your, Your, Your...
Your love has built the universe.
Immensely allured and with face smiling greatly,
At heart all have wanted to acquire Thee.
None is unrelated, none is distant;
Everyone is kin, everyone is pleasant.
Everybody watched over, everybody frenzied,
To myriad rhythms, they have gone on dancing.
In the cosmic liila You are the central gem,
A jewel strung on the necklace of love's thread.
You never expel... I know it, I comprehend:
Gaining means getting united inside inmost feeling.
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Don't let me be lonely
Saying "I'll make wear", with me I have brought
A wreath threaded with the medlars shed.
I have composed it on a string of love,
The whole day unattended.
This medlar is my life's essence;
In this medlar is fragrance immense.
If able to make wear, by that it will bestir
The swing of a sweet love-tryst.
On that swing the earth sways every minute;
On that swing pulsating, the sun.
At the touch of that swing in a wink vanishes
All pangs of non-attainment.
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