Rabb, Rahman. Rahim

names that portray

the Infinite and Boundless Grace,

It encompasses all 

and sustains

continually nourishing the finite,

human spirit is drawn

back to Source  - 

as the banished yearns

to reside again 

in heaven 

be with Him.

हरी दूब दुबक रही थी 

श्वेत बर्फ़ की चादर में

मानो मूक रूप से बतलाती हो

तन मन से जो रंग उतार 

सफ़ेद अपनाउूं तो 

पथिक पद से कुचले जाने का

भास न हो, अहसास न हो .

Sufi spoke -

Love and knowledge

Are reasons for creation

Of human soul -

By that account 

haven't I lived my role,

With knowing 

That it's love 

That puts beat and pulse

In this tireless heart

Can I take leave, depart

Having lived my purpose

Overall?

In the jungle of knowledge

Where each Source 

Emphasises it's true,

It's easy 

To be lost

To be misled

To decimate to nought

Dwell in darkness

Without ever laying sight

On true Light

That enquirer sought

On his way -

As this realisation dawns

I tremble

In my diminutive form

I accept

I am weak

I am meek

Mere guidance wouldn't suffice,

So when I pray

For the straight path

Do not just guide with lamp to shine

Or Illumine desired way

Rather lead by Hand

Every step if I may

I want to hold on to you

No less than this

Can I seek

Of the Divine.

Here am I

The mirror reflects:

A matter of Your creation

Summary of experiences

Gist of my thoughts

And, sum of all action - 

So that am I

Unpacked, unboxed for Thee.

I was sowed

And seeded

In garden of humanity

As I grow 

to reach out

To kiss sun and it's ray

Can't help feeling stifled

By overgrowth in my grass

Yellow weed of past stifles 

it's shadow is cast

Come Gardener to rescue

While my hour does last

The blossom is yet

To see light of its day.

I can smell 

Spring in air

Even though there

Is no green

To feast the sight

Rustle of chill

Still touches my bone

I am sure

I do sense

Spring is near.

What do I make

of dharma or adharma 

when 'all good'
in karma

that I am introduced to
or come across

in playing field 

of life

is delivered to my door
by bearer who bore

visible stamp of belonging
to alien quarter.
not favourably listed 

in rule book 

I was shown,
schooled with to refine

my sense of knowing
of the right from wrong?

It's no secret ...

I am the director of my life 

and you yours

This is the secret 

which makes us hit the rocks

laugh, go back and bounce

wee bit higher 

on throw that comes next :)