पाउल उमटले तुझे माझ्या त्रिमितिय देहावर,
झाला स्पर्श परंतु, अंतःकरणाला.

रहस्य असे उघड केलेस, सातव्या अवतारा
मधुनच नाम स्वताचे सिद्ध कारविलेस.

महिमा वर्णली श्रीरामाची जरी वारंवार,
अनिरुद्ध होऊनी दाखवलीस लीला तुझी अपरंपर.

अवतार व रूप तर फक्त हा बहाणा तुझा,
साकार, निराकार- तारण्यासी भक्तास, न लागे तुला कुठलेच आकार!

दोन चरण तुझे हे भक्ति आणि सेवा,
तिसरे पाउल, संकट तुडवून देईल आम्हासी मेवा.

अपेक्षा नाही मजला तरीही ह्याची
की ते मिळेल कसे व केव्हा.

हेच पाउल वक्तास पावेल-
खात्री ह्याचीच आहे मला मात्र नक्की!


The Noble

What we choose to neglect,
Is what finds us back again.

Walking on the path –
Based on the noble’s foresight,
We may save the regret of our hindsight.

For what do we know is to come?
Would it be the calm only before the storm,
To wipe us off with a wild hurricane?

The noble created a separate path for us,
A land amidst seas of Molten Lava.

He promised to never forsake us,
Why not take the chance and listen to him,
Rather than regret later?

He’s known to be the noblest of the nobles,
How could anyone choose to ignore his words
And instead of healthy intellect, invest in swords?

Nobody knows what he can see,
But all they know is, without him
The world can never be!

The earth pays her humble obeisance,
And wild winds calm down before him.

Some call him The Noble and some God,
But humble as he is, he says-
“But, I’m just as human as you all!”


What worth is living inside a cage?
A cage of human flesh and bones
Pretending to find answers to the universe.

While straying away from the path of God
Dissecting the truth, bit by bit
While every effort turns out futile.

This futility that occurs as a delusion
Of intelligence, neither allows us to believe
The truth, nor does it let us reach a rational conclusion.

For who would help us derive,
The purpose of our objective
And not allow us to stray from our path?

Who possesses the power-
To imbibe faith in us and
Help attain intellect as of the supreme?

No amount of arguments
Ever led us to peace and
None, satisfied our sense of victory.

What else could we missing out
In the universe despite living under
The delusion of knowing it all?

No amount of nerdy books would
Be able to satisfy the evergrowing
Hunger to attain knowledge with serenity.

Autonomy could bring authority,
Though nothing else, but the grace of God
Could help us seek tranquillity.

What else, but ‘His’ path alone
Could help us escape the deadly sins?
For our soul would its body soon.

So why not utilise even a spare moment
To remember him and help make
This anatomy of flesh and bones worth breathing!

Source Of Light

Enclosed within this cubical,
I refused to witness the reality.

I developed wings to fly and strength to fight,
And only needed to channel my skills rightly.

But forgot to unlock the doors of my mind,
Rather, I lacked faith that I could explore too.

My mind, a tesseract, never let my thoughts flow,
From the walls of the smaller cube to the larger one.

Ideas of the ones who depicted success inspired me,
While I still felt, I lived a fruitless life.

The ones I believed would lead me to the light,
Had lost hope in destiny and gone astray.

I realised that I required a light source,
A power station to uplift me.

My tesseract halted before a lighthouse,
Which awaited its arrival as well!

Ray of light then beamed into the tesseract,
To awaken its internal source of light.

A source that led to the path of God,
Avid realisation and core actualisation.

The light overpowered the darkness,
And ‘night’ only implied a calmer half of the day.

Canvas Scripter

He, the undaunted painted my story,
On a canvas so big that no one could really tell its glory.

He made me believe that I led my tale,
Little did I know, he was the one behind the veil.

He scripted the plot for me to grow,
But also granted me will that was free from all flow.

Sooner I realised how mighty I had become,
For my will would never show the wrongs I had done.

Tempted, I stepped into the vicious traps,
But he pulled me out and set me on his path.

I sure did forget my way and purpose,
But he certainly knew what he had set me out to do.

He wrote and overwrote those parts,
Where I had fallen a prey.

And gave me a chance to improve,
Suppress my inner demons and pray.

I’m now certain that he’s my master, the creator,
His path is the only one I must walk.

There are still times when I tend to change my track,
But he relentlessly paints those patches again,
So I never start from the scratch.

Why God, Why? (But I Was Wrong)

They were always in my mind.
The questions, the questions I seeked answers to!

The questions about life, creation,
the purpose of human existence.

All this pain for WHAT?!

If there is a god above us,
then why do the innocent suffer?

I have been praying to god all my life and yet, I cry!
I am the victim, I’m being wronged
before everyone,  every time!

Has god forgotten me?

Is he as heartless as the wicked people around me,
who are hysterically laughing at my misery?

“I would be better off without his imaginary
existence in my life” I felt after a while.

But I was wrong!

As I grew up, I learnt God was there with me.
It were his ways of making me stronger in life.

It were the miracles that he granted me
in the form of co-incidences

I also realised that I, a human am very
naive to comprehend his omniscience.

I crossed those hurdles without
baring any scars in my mind.

All I had to do was open the doors of my heart
so I could accept his blessings.

So, no matter how many superior minds
question his existence.

The only ones to truly experience God’s miracles,
are the ones who faithfully believe in him.

He was there, he is, and will always be!