O! Master! My heart is full of prayer
But it is silent unto God
I am exhausted in the search of words
I seek refuge in Thy Grace
To understand when I am stupid.

And I know Thou hearest me
Because a quiet peace comes down
To my head, heart and body
Where before weak thoughts wearily fought
And deep within me it is calm. 
                                                               April. 1962.

My mind frightens me
A mad rebel stirs against
The persons ever from my birth, who,
Fostered me in kindest fashion.

Why should these thoughts be,
Which disable me to fit into
General scheme, familiar and smooth
For others: and not for me.
Oh! God! Why should these be?

                                                     1963

The glorious even tide of things
Puts to despair the hopes of eternity;
The wisdom of the age’s years after
Permanence that eludes all;
Beauty is evanescent;
Though stones represent
Life is like lightning flash that
Remembers the instant in a prolonged memory.
Fortune smiles on the instant by being
Encased in marble poem and in the painting
Eternity is missed for it is more elusive than
The instant that flies past never to return.

                                                                       June 1963.

Our Prayers will be answered now or then
Need we wonder how or when
He will find his way to the heart
That has faith and is lost.

Master I would grateful be
Give me the power
I would be a juicy juice
Each passing hour.

                                              Jan 1978.

Master! Promised of my goal
I took lenient view of duty.

My foes may hate, despise and play foul
My friends may prove unfaithful
Yet, by Thy Grace shall I forgive
Master, after all that is what I can give you.

                                                         May 1982
 

My Lord Thou casts mud at Earth
Drench the Waters that be
Burn the Fire with Love
Drive the Air no where
Thy power however fails
In my heart where Thy Rest is.

                                                       May 2006
 

This moment and for ever Oh! Master
Thy will I choose
Not let me live except for Thee;
My life, my all I will gladly lose
To work for Thy perfect victory!

                                                      Feb. 1979
 

Deeply wounded and in anguish
All that I need is the spirit tough
To pray so that I may pray and continue
To pray till prayer continues.           

                                                Feb. 1971

Simply profound and profoundly simple,
Art the prayers of the souls,
Enriched by religion and religiously enriched,
By the constant muttering of Thy names,
In praise of Thy Grace, Love and Valour,
Weak souls wavering in weak thoughts,
Of their mighty deeds, miss Thy promise,
Of Union and lose Eternal Bliss.

Thy Greatness incomprehensible, Thy Grace unlimited,
Few souls sincere and after serenity, surrender
Thy love and power shared, their souls secure
Master and slave, untouched by human passions,
They live and move and enjoy in Thee.
Unfortunate stupid souls convinced not
Yet enjoy Thy Grace, Love and Tolerance.
O! Redeemer, Lord, Father, God I pray
End Thy Grace and its frontiers are too broad.
We deserve not Thy love pouring incessantly
My words fail; I weep in joy and joyously weep
Awaiting the long promised Union.
                                                                            Aug. 1963

He found me when I was age bound,
My soul in benumbing round;
He spoke and loosened my heart into tears,
And laid me as I lay at birth,
On the flowery still lap of earth;
Smiles broke forth with ease,
I never knew how or what it is;
From dark days to bring me to light,
He spent whatever pains he might;
Ah! Those days are gone and past
Time may restore me fast;
But when will my later years,
Again find, Thy healing cheers!
                                                  Feb. 1971

Of the two I loved one,
The other was left alone;
Mind and soul should work together,
But the soul was forgotten altogether.
Mind seems always to dominate,
And with that men exterminate;
Mind the product of Matter,
Tries best to slaughter,
Soul- the unique, immortal,
All pervasive, supreme and Eternal;
In vain the attempt ends,
For the poor Soul knows its ends;
For that purity should I endeavour,
And this Master directs me in fervour;
Now I know that I love the other,
To leave the mind to work together.
                                                            June.1963

The flow is unique, constant and sublime,
We swim across by will, endeavour and Grace Supreme
Our dirt and disease washed and waived,
Enable us to jerk and push ahead,
Swim do some, and that is easy,
With the stream and often with a cosy,
Fall do they with all serenity,
And we fail despite our sincerity,
Who can better the blackness of a rat?
Who can help the shallowness of a rut?
How to better the wanton ignorant?
We may try the simple Innocent!
Some seek refuge in fringes and streaks
It is their way, if not fate that speaks
For all that we know His Grace
And without that there will be no trace
Even then they are also better,
For they realise Him later.
All is a question of time,
In that lies all our rhyme,
As for rhythm let reason speak,
As for reason let me not speak,
Without that I am not
And well – all is naught.

The time may run very hard,
The winds may blow quite hard,
How could that shape the youth,
It is controlled by greed and oath.

Teachers fail, sermons fail,
In the end youth do fail,
Those who cognize the values of life,
Yet live and labour with strife.

Romance and love overcome,
And quite good fools have we become;
Love not Thyself – for it is no good,
Love humanity – ain’t your wife no good.
Control Thy passion – it is an illusion,
Check Thy lust – that’s a delusion.
Seek Thy Self – you become a God,
Seek Thy God – you are His Lord.

Beauty is neither form nor feature,
It is Thy soul that is its creature,
Crave not beauty that is perishable,
Seek Him the source of beauty and eternal.

Cease Thy activity with desire,
That’s the way to get out of this quagmire.
Act thee in solemnity and serenity,
And reach our Goal – the eternity.

Seek not the base pleasure of marrow,
Work for the bare peace of tomorrow.
Die if need be for it is worth,
There is but flesh in ladies girth.
Twinkling eyes of Lady Love,
Make you feel the Beauty Dove,
Dirt the doves love,
And that’s your love.
In vain you seek,
In the end you bleak,
For Thy Goal is weak,
As it starts in streak.

Yearn for eternal, sublime, supreme
In it you find all life and its cream,
Call that God, Master, Father, Ocean,
We all move and dwell in one nation.
 

Yes, It is true I am Mad,
But what is there to be sad,
And that is the way, of the lad.
All is but little or more of fad.

What after all is madness?
lt is all but unearthiness !
What profit is it to be earthy?
Should I not seek to be worthy?

What does it matter if I am mad?
After all you are all well clad.
Why all this unwarranted intrusion?
Don't you agree all this to be delusion?

Sure it is more of my mind.
And you really do not mind.
If I am not there will another be
For the roses do not wait for any bee.

So, madness is not unearthy,
It is all but being worthy.
Earthy - unearthy both meaningless,
Let me wish to live selfless.
 

Reading makes you full,
Thank-God it is not nil,
Reading is a glorious expedition,
And often without any erudition,
Read and Read all books,
That you may adorn mad looks.

Bacon preferred conversation,
Never knew in vexation,
How to talk to ill-bred fools
Without armour and necessary tools?
It is the best of all sort,
When one is with his consort.

As for rest it is the last.
For Bacon's days are gone and past.
In Bug-busy days to write
Is really an arduous religious rite,
No one needs such a plight,
The writer is a horrible sight.

No time is found to hear,
Despite Radio and Telesets near,
How to waste our pleasant time,
To read or write all dirty rhyme?

We need books – but will never write,
We need books – but will never read.
We need men – but not to converse.
We need all – we know not their use.

For heaven’s sake do not ask,
Why we do all hazardous task,
We are busy you see,
As waves in a sea,
Do they have purpose?
So please rest and repose.
Let those who wish, read or write,
Converse we do - that is our right.
 

Herewith I send in meek,
Which is not comparable to what I seek,
For what and who am I,
I feel you give the eye.

It is not the money that counts,
For true coins miser counts,
Yet money has its role to play,
For the cows meek eat hay.

Fruits, flowers or leaves,
Offer whatever you may,
The Master accepts, Nay,
It is the poverty he lives.
Poverty of all that is matter,
Grossness, conquered and checked,
He lives in OM and that is the letter,
Untouched, unconditioned unchecked.

Lord of Matter and Soul,
Ye art the only goal.

I have a mind to reach Thee,
Save me from the life of a tree.

I seek union with all,
And that may not be the all,
For fragments are we,
Thy frontiers farther lie.

How can I understand,
I can contemplate on Thy stand,
For what you say should be true,
Make me fit into that groove.
Sensation, perception, thought failed,
I seek prowess to believe.

Men and women both failed
Hard it is to let others live.
Belief comes through Grace,
The soul often in wonder strays,
For no fault of it – it suffers.
You know if needs Thy buffers.

I seek thee in all earnest.
To take me away from this nest.

My cries and prayers unanswered,
My nature remains anchored,
Deep in the dirty waters of fear,
Anger, lust and greed.
All that is beastly is near,
All that is Godly alien,
Should I strive for them all my life?
Will I never get what I seek?
Oh' God, May I pray for my release;
Do you think l am unfit?
They all said everyone is fit.
Should I forever strive in anger,
Should I waste my life for a lover.
What is all this Oh! God.
Will I never reach you O! Lord!
My goal determined,
My path determined,
I find myself no-where.
Oh! God take me near,
Delay may cause the mind,
To search the ways of fiend,
I am afraid I lose Thee,
Lord grant wisdom to the Mind - Bee,
That I may search Thyself,
And feel Thy presence in myself.
 

The highest priest of nature,
The holy atheist of order,
Both need days of nurture,
For all this disorder,
To look upon the troubled world with untroubled eyes,
Is the need of the Soul that bitterly cries.
Oh! what a chaos of everything?
Beauty, undignified, naked, barren,
Unveiled, Bare, Gross and sullen;
Philosophy, horrible, stupid, ingenuous,
Dry, deserted, insolent, ignominious;
Illegal law - a moral perversion;
Licenced murderers - accepted bandits;
Nay! all are great pandits:
Yet the sages dream –
All there to be Almighty’s cream,
In the endless time stream.
Probably it is only a day-dream.
Yet - the Soul cries in all serenity,
And in that we find sincerity.

Every good word reminds me of Him.
Every good deed reminds me of Him.
Every thing noble reminds me of Him.
Every minute in prayer reminds me of Him.

But when I remember me,
I see everything as evil,
I see every act us bad,
I feel every thought sinful,
O! Father! God! Master!
Make me partake in Thy Being
I pray my body may obey you,
My mind is tuned to you,
And my soul merged in you.

In everything I see you,
But Lo! Not one represents you.
There is more of mind than tact,
To see and not to say is fact.

Master' Promised of my goal,
I took lenient view of duty.

Stirrings of the Soul, Oh! sweet transmission, do not cease,
Reject me not into the world again,
With Thee alone is serenity and peace,
Humanity made possible, His purpose plain.
This is the best moment the world can have
The tranquil blossom on the tortured soul,
Reject us not, sweet Master, Oh! let us live,
Till we serve Thy purpose and Goal.
 

As sugar dissolved in tea,
I am resolved in Thee, Oh! Master,
Past wonder doubt and certainty,
Past faith, devotion and surrender,
All in a moment.

My blossom and body got lit without light,
All the Suns and stars of the heaven
Vanished into tiny speck of Iight
How then is there distance?

And whence all this pangs of separation?
Does the sugar still remain,
For what and why Oh!
Of one thing I am certain;
The presence felt in Dark of Thine
As my Beloved Oh! Master! this is all I wanted.
 

A long dim preparation is man's life,
A circle of toil and hope and war & peace.

* * *
I have been through the valleys of weeping
The valleys of sorrow and seperation.
But Master of all comfort was with me
At hand to uphold and promise Union.
 

The murmur and whisper of the unheard sounds,
Which crowd around our hearts but find no wisdom,
To enter, swelled into a canticle
Of all that suffers to be still unknown,
And all that labours vainly to be born,
And all the sweetness none will ever taste,
And all the beauty that will never be.

The murmur and whisper of the unheard sounds,
Which crowd around our hearts but find no wisdom,
To enter, swelled into a canticle
Of all that suffers to be still unknown,
And all that labours vainly to be born,
And all the sweetness none will ever taste,
And all the beauty that will never be.
 

Oh! Master! search out all hidden sin,
Deep in the layers of the soul within,
May Thy purity called transmission
Cleanse my life that it be a temple - Thy mission

 

I cannot see today the hidden meaning
Of thy command, but the light shall gain
For I walk on faith and leaning
On Thee - the odds will be made plain.

My hope and faith is built on nothing less
Than Master’s love and care.
I dare not think of anything less,
But lean on Master over there.
 

I may not do great things for Master,
Who did so much for me;
But if I do the little things,
His works through me all will see.