And Mr.Palmist
The great thugs,
Thugs of India,
Cheats,
Swindlers of money.
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O, who is here to tell me about Trailanga Swami,
The Telegu sadhaka,A devotee of Lord ShivaAnd if it be not,Why not to call him The Walking Shiva of Benares?Trailanga Swami, also called Tailang and Telang Swami,The life-span of his,His life and teachingsAnd philosophy of life?Oh, we could not record it all,Enter into!How weak the historiography of ours!The miracles of his many, a naked sadhaka…
I said to you the story of my life
I want to hear from you remaining silent,All about your house, family, place and surroundings,Will you not tell me?Now-a-days who talks to whom, who has got the time to talk to,All the big talkers, I mean the gosip-masters of yesteryearsAre almost gone now,Is it not the truth?
An awkward fellow
Superstitious and blindTo logic and reasoningBut a reader of some kindCame heTelling of luck,Fate and stars,Seeing the forehead,Guessing aboutThe probable, possible customersAnd the people flocking,Extending hands one by one.The palmist a clumsy fellowRustic and clownishIn odd dressUnfolded he the palmyra chartsWith diagramsOf hands printed uponHe sat down to see and sayWhat it in one’s fateGoing…
Gandhi,
Were you a racist,A racist,Say,Say you?Who,Who said it,My son?When,When was I?Even if I was,Why did I toSouth Africa,Why did ITo?My son,Why to distortStatementsIf like you not,Why to put the blame upon?
Is Valentine’s Day
And embraces,Roses to be exchanged,Physical and bodily?Nothing spiritual about,Just amorous,Nothing to sacrifice and dedicateAnd devote to?Love is love,Let it be.
When the meditation gets fulfilled,
Giving joy ad happinessAnd blissTo the meditating soulSo with peace of mind and heart,Joy and good spiritLetting everything resting in peaceAnd contentment.The lotus of meditation blooms itWith the petals flowering,Sculpted aboveAnd water dripping over the devoteeIn meditationWith the closed eyes whispering,Taking the name of.