And drizzling Light Divine,
Sparkling Light,
Can you tell me about
Seen by the sadhus and sadhakas
After years of sadhana?
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The Dark Divine
How to paint the imagesOf her dark rupa,The face divine?The Dark Goddess,Goddess Kali,How the lila of hers,How the images of hersAnd she doing the lila?The Dark Divine,How the images,How the paintings of hers,How the forms and figuresOf delving artistically?Somewhere as Kamakhya,Vaishno Devi,Somewhere as Ma Tara,Cchinnamasta,Somewhere as Sarbamangala,Kalighat Kali.Somewhere as Chamunda Devi,Tartarini,Somewhere as Vimala,Dakshineswar,Somewhere as Attahas,Kripamayi.Somewhere…
In the train compartment
Fell uponA woman,A poor womanIn dirty clothesWith two childrenOne seated uponThe floorWhile another suckingThe poor breastOf the poor motherNear the toilet.
Khushwant singh is not the dirty old man of India,
And he will review and readNot for if a cup of coffee is given,But for a peg of fermented, brewed and distilled wine,I mean foreign liquor,Not desi but videshi daru,Sipping and enjoying life,Eat, drink and be merry,Don’t mind, don’t care,Be happy.Who called him the dirty old manAnd why,This ahs got some reasons,Whether we know them…
Om,
Three letters giving it the form of a syllable,The sound breaking forth,The darkness dispelling,The birds twitteringAnd it’s the dawn flashing upon.Close the eyes and recite you,Om,The heart taking the nameAnd the mind rising in unison with,Close the eyesAnd recite youAnd the recitation taking you higher and higher,Elevating to.
Under the starlit skies
And slowly and sadlySaw I my motherVanishing into the gloom.Sitting, wearing newAnd bathingOr rounding about,Placing on the logsAnd the fire was lit.Under the skies,She lay burningAnd they giving Hari bols,Hari bol, Hari bol, Hari bol,Bol Hari bol, Hari bol,Ram nam satya hain, yahi sabo ka gatya hain.The body burnt to ashes,The navel kept burning,The figure…
Hi-hello,
Said she, smiled she,Waving the hands at.The American beauty, tall, slim and good-looking,Doing hi-hello to somebody,Expressing in many a musical cadence and sonorous voiceI just heard her marking the etiquette,Her delicacy, courtesy and good manners!As she was quite unknown to me, strange enough,I did not say anything else to herBut coming to my residence,I too…