And sometimes
Freedom longs to be free too
In the course of this fragile life
Pebbles wish to be alive too
And sometimes...
The ocean wants to be a wave too
To experience its vastness
In the fabric of individuality
It wishes to be a wave too
Somewhere a wave despairs
Of its ordinary existence
While somewhere, an ocean
Collapses to its past tense.

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Some things begin
And some things end
Some things break
While some things mend
Things that have begun
Will come to an end
Slipping through my fingers
These fine grains of sand
All that I have sought
Has dissolved in the end
But You are something,
My Beloved!
That never comes to an end
You live, and breathe within me
Mystically, holding my hand
I find my lost self once again
In Your divine mysterious land.

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I am an a r t from
many of the arts
O n e s o u l scatt-
ered in many parts
Each part of me is hued
differently, and carved
I am an a r t-
A conscious art.
I am in search of
The Artist-
The m a k e r of this art
And also of all those
that are miles apart.
I am an aimless lover
of my loving artist
Whose extent is beyond
the ending and the start
I wish to one day, meet
The Artist- That Divine Part
A strange wish, I know-
is wished by
this lover's heart.

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Aum Maa

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And once again...
This tired soul comes knocking
at Your door
Once again it feels empty
and off its shore
You know it all, don't you Maa-
What besieges it to the core!
You know it all, and therefore
this empty vessel has come
all its way, huffing and puffing
towards Your corridor
To ask You for nothing more
than You, than to be Yours

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In your name there is bliss
Where love, joy and my heart is
As I sing it more and more
It sails me towards your shore
Not just one, but all is You
A thousand names manifest in You
Do you know how you make me feel-
When your divine name pervades me,
by your will?
Do you know how you make me feel-
When your divine love makes me heal?
I feel a joy deep in my chest
When your name adorns me like a crest
Colour me in ochre, O Divine Mother!
Gently and softly, with your feather
In your name there is bliss
That's where love, joy and my heart is

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Your white sari smells of jasmine
In windy mornings
Whose scent diffuses a long way
And I weep till a flower
Blooms in the horizon
My mind wanders
And will keep wandering
Till it reaches its sanctum
Share Your address with my heart
So that I don't lose my mind.

Thy white sari smells of jasmine
In mornings windy like these
Its scent diffuses a long way
I keep weeping for it
Till the flower blooms
in horizon

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Why is loving You so easy?
easier than the view of every-
thing i have set my eyes upon;
easier than the gray shades
deep-rooted in our minds,
easier than any complexity my
heart fails to fathom- why?
why do You reverberate in me
musically, in such lyrical hues?
and why does it take ages for me
to comprehend even a simple loop?
why loving You is the easiest thing
that happens to me sometimes?
why is the core of life so free flowing
and the surface raised so high?
why?

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Sometimes
All I want to do is
Look at You
And let myself seep
Into You.
My heart feels...
Really feels... the freshness
of the pristine mountains
when these eyes get locked
with Yours
And all I wish for at
those fleeting moments
and the moments after that-
is - "May this never end!"
This little child has nothing
to offer You, Maa-
What can I offer to Bhagwati?
All I have with me now is-
I, me & myself,
and this crooked piece of poetry
So I offer this at Your feet,
O Bhagwati! I surrender!
Accept this, and empty me
Of Myself today

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In Your love, I fall
In Your love, I rise
Your love is the rasā
(juice) of my life
Every day, It burns
something that needs
to be burnt within me
Every day, It transforms
me into a little something
that I am meant to be
Your love is the nectar
(amrut)- my soul
has been searching
all its life
Your love is
Transforming
Sublime-
An experience
that pervades
Space
And Time

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