Heart's Gopal, You've remained in psyche,
The mental sphere illuminating,
With sweet touch and sweet delight,
Desired by mind's honeybee.
At Your feet are the seven realms;
By Your cogitation Nature is besotted.
In Your eyes is a love unmerited,
Extending from the heavens to Hades.
As if You are not, I don't find a region;
For You there is no time inauspicious.
Dancing to just Your rhythm is everyone,
Supported by Your Ideology.
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Wednesday, November 20, 2024
By Your compassion
You are just pretending
For the sake of sweet Thee,
Hope's lamp am I lighting.
To the extent this lamp-flame's motionless,
The grimace of impediment goes on trampling.
To move on, all in this world are restless;
Full of sweetness, You are ever-abiding.
Everybody comes and goes in just Your current.
Triumphant over time, You comprise the tiny.
You had been, are at present, and will stay resident,
In and beyond time, all-pervading.
Form and flavor and tones collectively,
Touch and scent– all of them, Your making.
By way of these five, in Play having forgotten,
Sportive Gopal is ignoring.
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Monday, November 18, 2024
Your bazaar cosmic
Catching feet do I stoop–
Me, Lord, don't forget;
A dust-mote, I am Your iota tiny.
Existence suffusing, I remember You–
I cannot forget You ever;
No dilemma mine, there's no quandary.
In fire and wind is Your majesty;
In sky and hell, Your subtlety.
Your limit, there is nothing;
In one and all, Your meaning.
I am trite, You are immense;
Confined am I, You are Godhead.
Amid formless is there form's market?
You go on sketching incessantly.
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Everything is but Your song
Just Your language filled with melody given by You only,
Hey Lord, on account of Thee, I have sung a song.
In it to claim as my own there is not a thing;
By only Your prowess is this, Your great action.
When bewitched, I've drifted, errantly attached to worldly,
Due to vanity's illusion within my psyche.
At that time only You, You provided clarity:
Nothing have I, any feat to perform.
You've given a floral wreath, a bundle of affection,
Sixteen articles of worship[1] and a veena's hum.
You told: "Go on viewing, but look inside";
Want or not, this is Your gift of compassion.
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Sunday, November 17, 2024
Remember: you are His beloved
Oh lotus bud, why are you speechless?
To Me inmost secrets kindly utter.
Why do tears fall upon petals?
At heart-core Who has distressed?
Having gotten plagued by gales aplenty
Coming down on you through waves stormy,
What all does it to a life-force weak?
To Me that information pray tell.
Daybreak's sun confers light-beams;
The setting full moon gleams with oral faculty.
Bumblebee having arrived, what's He saying?
Cherished one, it is sweetness.
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Saturday, November 16, 2024
In case You don't remember me
Come You, please do arrive
At my dwelling.
With a steadfast gaze hope's lamp shines
For the sake of Thee.
In dream I find Your vision;
Even wakened it is You I think of.
Traced is Your stripe of love
Upon everybody.
Even though forgot, I cannot forget;
You remain at core of heart in thought dense.
With sweetness You keep coated
The cosmos complete.
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Friday, November 15, 2024
Our song is private
The song had been sung within mind;
That, I sang not amid concert.
Stashed was kept hope and desire;
Abashed, I did not express.
Inner secrets You perceive;
To heart You listen and pay heed.
King of Psyche, there's not any
Indecision in Your presence.
After concert having exited,
All trace of song at an end,
The song unsung arises and I listen.
In a jewel-luster's raiment,
With hope swaying, shame forgotten,
For Your grace only it begs.
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