Go not to the temple

Go not to the temple to put flowers upon the feet of God,
First fill your own house with the Fragrance of love...

Go not to the temple to light candles before the altar of God,
First remove the darkness of sin from your heart...

Go not to the temple to bow down your head in prayer,
First learn to bow in humility before your fellowmen...

Go not to the temple to pray on bended knees,
First bend down to lift someone who is down-trodden. ..

Go not to the temple to ask for forgiveness for your sins,
First forgive from your heart those who have sinned against you.

- Rabindranath Tagore

Me with nature :)

I was sitting on a mountain peak
No one around it was all just me
I said then Air do you listen to me
I take you in and out as i breath
Why do you never complained and rejected to be




Air said your the reason i am to be
I turned around to the spring
O water you cover the mother earth
You travel around the Globe for what
Why, what’s your purpose what do you seek
Water said i seek if i can meet a thirsty being
So i can be of use and save his being.



I looked away down to the mother earth
Hello graceful Lady how do you do
I am fine darling grace be on to you
Tell me mother earth why do you revolve
You never take a nap or come to rest



Earth said dear I am in love with you
I revolve around myself to save you from heat
I turn around to give you night so you sleep
I turn around again so you can work and see
Then i revolve around sun so you have seasons
Your nature i know i am the mother earth
I make sure you properly sleep and grow



Turned to sun ..O son why do you burn
Sun said beloved it’s in Love that i burn
I said how come you love me so much
Lord made me just to serve thee
So finally i turned around to myself and said
Praise be on to the Lord of Heavens and Earth

An poem for my mother

A poem for my mother


When darkness fills all around

And I look for some love I turn to you , Maa

You, with that unassuming charm

In that endearing manner

Show me that life is worth living

Past this moment

I feel your comforting hand

Stroke my head as though

Assuring me that

It would last for eternity

I lay on your lap

And I don’t mind the darkness

I don’t care what

I care only that you are around

To take my sorrows away

And have me do the same

I see the stars Even without the skies

I see the moon

Down here, not that high

I see an angel Beckoning me

Luring me

To sunshine

I part the darkness And take a closer look

And I really knew

It was what it was

It was you, maa

That’s who you are to me

My angel, my God

My loving Ma

A Blessing

The Mother's heart, the hero's will,

The softest flowers' sweetest feel;

The charm and force that ever sway

The altar-fire's flaming play;

The strength that leads, in love obeys;

Far-reaching dreams, and patient ways,

Eternal faith in Self, in all,

The light Divine in great, in small;

All these and more than I could see,

Today may "Mother" grant to thee!

- Swami Vivekananda

The Beginning

"Where have I come from, where did you pick me up?" the baby asked its mother.

She answered, half crying, half laughing, and clasping the baby to her breast-

"You were hidden in my heart as its desire, my darling.

You were in the dolls of my childhood's games;

and when with clay I made the image of my god every morning, I made the unmade you then.

You were enshrined with our house hold deity, in his worship I worshipped you.

In all my hopes and my loves, in my life, in the life of my mother you have lived.

In the lap of the deathless Spirit who rules our home you have been nursed for ages.

When in girlhood my heart was opening its petals, you hoveredas a fragrance about it.

Your tender softness bloomed in my youthful limbs, like a glowin the sky before the sunrise.

Heaven's first darling, twain-born with the morning light, you have floated down the stream of the world's life, and at last youhave stranded on my heart.

As I gaze on your face, mystery overwhelms me; you who belong to all have become mine.

For fear of losing you I hold you tight to my breast. What magic has snared the world's treasure in these slender arms of mine?"

- by Rabindranath Tagore

Clouds and Waves

Mother, the folk who live up in the clouds call out to me -"We play from the time we wake till the day ends. We play with the golden dawn, we play with the silver moon."

I ask, "But how am I to get up to you ?" They answer, "Come to the edge of the earth, lift up your hands to the sky, and you will be taken up into the clouds."

"My mother is waiting for me at home, " I say, "How can I leave her and come?" Then they smile and float away.

But I know a nicer game than that, mother. I shall be the cloud and you the moon. I shall cover you with both my hands, and our house-top will be the blue sky.

The folk who live in the waves call out to me -"We sing from morning till night; on and on we travel and know not where we pass." I ask, "But how am I to join you?"

They tell me, "Come to the edge of the shore and stand with your eyes tight shut, and you will be carried out upon the waves." I say, "My mother always wants me at home in the everything-how can I leave her and go?" They smile, dance and pass by.

But I know a better game than that. I will be the waves and you will be a strange shore. I shall roll on and on and on, and break upon your lap with laughter. And no one in the world will know where we both are.

- by Rabindranath Tagore

Always wanted my Angel-

Always wanted my Angel; One who takes away my worries

With those big eyes and that smile, My gift from my God above.

Always adored her power, Her strength to create miracles.

The way she brings that mystic fog And fills the environment with happiness.

Her aura has spark in it, Her glance has a balm in it;

The sweat that her work brings, When touches gloom turns into pearls.

Always wanted my Angel-What I got; was me as an Angel.

I became that gift, that balm, A reason to bring a smile.

I was an answer to someone's prayers

The burner to evaporate someone's salty drops.

I had to pick thorns from someone's path

And plant my beautiful flowers there.

With me was that power - Miracles were not mine but from me;

Sadness was all i absorb - Exhailing joy in its purest form.

No one knows how it feels, The feel of being that Angel.

It took time to sink in; Reverse role was the greed.

And then an oracle explained I was God's special little darling

What I spread was euphoria, What I got was eternal satisfaction.