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