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A short poem written when space-shuttle Columbia blazed during reentry into the
earth’s atmosphere
THE ASCENT
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Into sky-like evanescence.
That is your ascent,
Answering the call,
The call of my Immortality!
Galaxies in spate
Glitter the crown
That adorns a forehead
Where countless skies
Find at last their resting place.
Light-years without a count
Lose their way,
Listening to an immortal lullaby,
And seeking their essence
In the moist eyes,
Oceans of kindness.
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Vanquished distance cries,
With time undone,
In the ocean
Of your magnificence
Of unsurpassed shine.
Unwanted are the eyes
To know it all
In me the fullest thing,
For You are the One,
Brittle mortality beheld
So far with a wrinkled mind
And blinded eyes,
As it did a distant star
In the wilderness of the skies.
MUMBAI
Mumbai lies bleeding again,
Ah me, she has been struck
By men of satanic design,
Senseless scary spectres,
In a horrible dance of terror.
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Now in a nightmare
By wickedness unparalleled,
Devilish and devious.
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We never had time for care,
Your embrace was so secure.
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Cringing for crumbs, alms and favour
On long corridors of power,
Puppets moved by perpetrators
Of crimes, arson, riots, who conspire
To undermine what remains
Of our humane Indianness
And our strides in sciences
All the way up to the Moon‟s surface.
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Made of mind and intellect
Understanding and what not,
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Truth of “Who am I?” so I see.
ramaNArpaNaM astu
HAPPY BIRTHDAY
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Back to PC at the close.
OM PARASAKTIAH NAMAHA
* A saintly lady
It all began
With an innocent query
On the lofty Upanishad.
See, where it has taken
With heated debates
Well-armed players on stage,
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The asker having gone
Leaving not a trace.
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That can cut across
The whirl‟s cruel centrifugal hold
And take you ashore
To yonder glittering Land
Where the Sun of Truth shines
In His timeless magnificence.”
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Aren‟t they very much in this mine,
This very manifest you want me leave?”
* This poem was written in utter exasperation when a seemingly unending and
pointless debate on Taittiriya Upanishad occurred in a web discussion group.
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LOTUS LAND
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He struggled hard to extricate
Himself in anguish and panic.
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ODE TO TSUNAMI
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Hugging their moms
In blissful slumber
In forlorn huts
Along our golden coasts?
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A song of wisdom we forgot
In our haste for false comforts,
Rampage for wealth and might
Powered by false sense of right,
Blood for blood we paid,
Head for head we reaped
And shamed the beasts we caged.
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Our morns fail to shine.
I AM A BUTTERFLY!
I was a butterfly!
That knew not the Sun,
Who showed me this and that,
In whose dazzle, I lost the sight
Of the One that shone in all.
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I am a butterfly,
Who now sees the Sun!
In whose light shines one and all.
I am a butterfly!
Who knows where
Sweet immortality rears.
I am a butterfly!
That knows no fret,
For fret I am, the Feet I am,
The sweetness too I am.
I am a butterfly!
Lost in Love,
That sees only butterflies around
And that Oneness, the seat of all!
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HSE, HSE, HSE!
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Defiling nature‟s sacred realms
In wanton, hasty sacrilege.”
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MY RESPONSE TO “PROGRAMMER’S POEM”
(The poem quoted below my response was e-mailed to me by my brother.)
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PROGRAMMER’S POEM
(Unknown author)
I start my day by sitting on a chair,
Giving my monitor a hard, cold stare,
By evening I'm done with another coding.
Oh! This has become a routine so boring.
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Seeing the monitor all day n night,
Have taken the power off my eyesight,
Late to bed n late to rise,
Has made me wealthy, but not healthy n wise.
FREE WILL
Oh Teacher, you taught me
This phenomenal of mine
Is the result of ignorance,
Primal and beginningless.
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Phenomenal is an appearance
You did thunder
In our yearning ears.
Isn’t free will seeming, Sir,
May I add a rejoinder?
Don’t take me a pretender.
To Ma!
Sat and Ananda never are twain,
Chit and Ma are one and the same.
Ma, The Sweet, is sat-chinmayI,
The Truth that in Ananda shines.
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Dwells She in our ears and eyes.
Om Parasaktyai Namah
PS:
Approximate translation of a Malayalam poem which I had penned and offered to
Mata Amritanandamayi Devi when I had Her darshan in September 1992.
I don't know what happened to the original. I saw Mother kissing it
and then passing it on to one of Her ashramites.
INEBRIATION
Nostrils smell the air
Acrid, salty, ammoniac, thin.
A world resides in odour
Like fumes of camphor
A sunset in wet hour.
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Coming from the realm of spirits,
Tipsy speech and gait
Courage volatile,
Blurred image
Like a receding mirage.
DUST WINDS
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A waterless terrain
Blessed by the genesis
Of the extolled great Nile.
A magnificent pulsation
Without parts and
Without a beyond!
Be just aware
And remain
Your own ecstatic self.
[Inspired by the poem “We Encountered The House Of Realization” by Yunus Emre (1238 - 1320)]
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