Yeshwanth

The sun had just gone down. The darkness was slowly engulfing the sky. The Kulwant hall prayers had just got over. Myself and my brother were on the banks of Chitravathi looking at the photograph of our gracious lord on the other side of the river. The view was breathtaking. This place is charged with the grandeur of God. There are no bells and drums, but Swami is enlivening the atmosphere with Divinity here! Even the air sings the glory of the Lord at Chitravathi. It is a place where we could stand and drink the silence in; where you look across an absent sanctuary – No walls or roof- just a holy open space where God planted himself even before we drew our first breath.  My brother and me, on the banks of Chitravathi, were contemplating on the lord. Sometimes you meet someone, and it is so clear that the two of you on some level belong to each other – as a family, as friends, as brothers, whether you understand one another or not, you meet few people once in blue moon, out of nowh...

Yesterday was an easy day at work. I wrapped up my work sharp at 7:30pm and was sitting in the couch thinking something at random – my problems, my past, my failures, insecurities. I was sad, anxious. But… I was gloomy only for 5 minutes. And then I bounced back to my senses and was feeling grateful for what I have right now. One of my favorite quotes is "Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans,"                                                                                                                           -John Lennon  I've seen this quote so many times but the meaning of it really struck me recently. (May be this is a sign that I not only...

Oh Dear Goldie, With no one to review gates, There was no pressure on days and dates. You made Y & M happily work, Like a normal clerk with no one to irk. You freed Y & M with gentle ease And gave them some mental peace. With no code to freeze, You were a gentle breeze.  You gave a break they deserved, Your memories will be well preserved. With nothing called IPT, The day was so pretty.  If all the morning become identical, You may soon become nonsensical. It is time to say you a bye And raise the curtain high. Y&M will treasure your happy memories, And send you out the door. Thanks for giving them the wisdom, To fight with what’s in store.

Dearest Lord  Till the last breath of mine, Till I lay there cold and hard, Ready to be burnt to ashes, And strewn in the Ganges, May I live every moment, Being of some use to you, To you, to them, and to the world! May I contribute in my way, Beautifying this world – In style that you choose - May be with another beautiful poem, Or another expression of love, Determined to discover depths deeper than ever, In the passion of love! May be by doing Narayana Seva, With utmost devotion, May be by singing a song, with all love in my heart, May be by any other way,  That you choose for me, Toiling for your grace - The ultimate goal of this birth ! Oh lord !  Make me live not for myself, Not for any ego, Or an identity of mine! Oh dear Swami... Make My life just a song, Of experience and expression, A song that tells your glory  A song that is dedicated to YOU