Come upon me my Lord.....

When my heart is hard and parched up,
come upon me with a shower of mercy.
When my grace is lost,
come upon me with a smile of a child.

When all the joy of life is lost,
come upon me with the melody of a song.
When all hope is lost,
come upon me with the compassion of words.

When the tumultuous work
shuts me out from beyond,
my lord of silence
come upon me with thy peace and rest.

When my weak heart sit crouched
in a dim corner,
break open the door and
come with a ceremony of a king.

when the desires and dust blinds me,
come with thy light and thunder.

My desires...

My desires are many.
My cries are pitiful.
Thou had kept me,
untouched by fame and glory,
unknown to achievement ans success.

Thou had saved me
by hard refusals.
By your cold mercy,
thou had saved me
from pity desires and passion.

When I research for my
goal of life fervently.
Thou had hidden it from me,
when I had cried for
all my lost passion and love.
Thou had hidden thyself from me.

Day by day thou had made me
worthy of thy full acceptance
by refusing me ever and anon
saving me from perils of weak uncertain desire.

My songs to God

The song I came to sing
remain unsung to this day
Till now I have been stringing
and unstringing my instrument

The words are not set right
rhyme is not perfect
But there is only this agony
of wishing in my heart

I have not seen his face
Nor have I listened to his voice
I have only heard his gentle
footstep from my front door

I live in the hope of meeting him
but this meeting is not yet.


The painting is one of Ravivarma.This painting inspired me to write this poem.

My songs has dropped her ornaments...

My song has dropped her ornaments
Lest they could mar our union
They could come between us
Their jingling could drown Thy whispers

My song has dropped her pride
Lest they could break or connection
They could separate us
Their treads could corrode our harmony

My song has dropped her hatred
Lest they could move between us
And form a great wall
Their presence could hide your love

Pluck this little flower.delay not.

Pluck this little flower.delay not.
I am afraid lest,it may droop into dust
not seen Thy feet
where lives the poorest, lowliest and the lost.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I may not find a place in His garland
I am afraid lest.The day may end unaware
Offering time may go by.

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,it may fade
unto ignorance and negligance
Let it touch your feet

Pluck this little flower.delay not
I am afraid lest,its fragrance may escape
without tasting
your fragrance of love

Pluck this little flower
while there is time.

I know not...

I know not, how to sing.
But I had ever amused
at your light of music
that illuminates the world.

I know not, how to dance
But I am stunned
at your choreographed
dance of life.

I know not, how to write
But you guided me
scribbling out my thought
on a paper mortal as mine.

Thy music breaks through the rocks
Thy dance baffles me
Thy thoughts fills my soul
My soul longs to join
Thy song, dance and thoughts.

Leave me not
For I am lost away from you.
Away from your sight
My heart knows no rest and respite.

I forget.I forget ever not.

I am restless and athirst for faraway things
My soul goes out in longing to touch the flower on far away land
O Great one,Beyond the beyond
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have no wings to fly
and that I am bound to this spot evermore

I am waiting eagerly,a stranger on a strange land
Thy song comes to me whispering hope
O Farthest and Closest
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
I have not an iron arm
to break open the wall that confines me.

I am listless and wander endless in my mind
My soul longs to see thy smile blossom
O Indeterminate, Unknowable
O sweet call of thy flute
I forget.I forget ever not.
That the gates are shut everywhere
in the home I live alone.