Brink Of Eternity

In desperate hope I go and search for her
in all the corners of my room;
I find her not.

My house is small
and what once has gone from it can never be regained.

But infinite is thy mansion, my lord,
and seeking her I have to come to thy door.

I stand under the golden canopy of thine evening sky
and I lift my eager eyes to thy face.

I have come to the brink of eternity from which nothing can vanish
---no hope, no happiness, no vision of a face seen through tears.

Oh, dip my emptied life into that ocean,
plunge it into the deepest fullness.
Let me for once feel that lost sweet touch
in the allness of the universe.


- Rabindranath Tagore

Give Me Strength

"This is my prayer to thee, my lord---strike,
strike at the root of penury in my heart.

Give me the strength lightly to bear my joys and sorrows.

Give me the strength to make my love fruitful in service.

Give me the strength never to disown the poor or bend my knees before insolent might.

Give me the strength to raise my mind high above daily trifles.

And give me the strength to surrender my strength to thy will with love."

- Rabindranath Tagore

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