Shivoaham shivoaham shivoaham,
Shivoaham shivoaham shivoaham,
Where have I,
Have I
In search of,
In search of Shiva,
Shiva, Shiva,
Shiva, Shiva,
Shiva I, Shiva I,
I Shiva, Shiva,
Satyam shivam sundaram,
Satyam shivam sundaram,
Satyam shivam, shivam sundaram,
Sundaram satyam, satyam shivam,
But the world real, down to crude realities,
Crude realities of life?
And went away.Roses for St.Valentine, roses for the Lord of Love,Unwrap your feelings or him,The feeling of the heart.Offer to him toOr pray to him at least for onceOn St.Valentine’s Day.
In 1927 at the age of twenty-threeTo be a disciple to learnFrom Sri Aurobindo and Mirra Alfassa,A bright and brilliant graduate from Bombay Univ.,Well-versed in modern writers.Re-christened as Amal Kiran in 1930 at his request,‘Clear Ray’ if translated it would beAs so-called by Aurobindo,Sethna edited the Sri Aurobindo Ashram journal Mother IndiaFor almost fifty years…
As I have come to realize it,I am a traveler from farAnd have to go there.
ducking inand outfrom the shell,a small creaturewith the headlike that of a snake,but not a viper,but a turtle.
About the spiesOn a mission?It is a romantic idea, a colourful notion to view himWith the hat, goggles and a cheroot onThe lips,Visiting foreignAnd trespassing, traversing into the boundaries and barriers, slipping awayFrom their catch and punishment,A citizenWith a no-man identity.Spies, spies communistic let loose in the United States of AmericaOf the Soviet Union,Of the…
Just like a golden dreamSaying good day,But you destroy not please,Dstroy not pleaseIn drinking wine.God had made, has made you so beautiful,The fair-fair white face,The eyes wide-wide,The hair golden and glisteningAs if the balsams were in bloomIn sunny sunshine,O, you, destory not the God-given beautyIn taking alcohol and drugs!
