Poetry Archive

O Baba! let my anger die; O Baba! let my soul ever lie; High above the mundane level So that it may all in bliss revel. Baba! my anger is my bitterest enemy; He

Every month or two, I come to the computer often under stress To edit or proof the newsletter But this is my seva, my mind reminds me, not supposed to be done under duress

One look from You makes even a wretch worthy of grace. I catch myself yearning to …find the time, …make the arrangements, …save the money, …take the trip Maybe for just one look of

Divine gypsies, lovers of God, fix your gaze on the fathomless, swirling, topaz expanse, opening wide it is spring blue mouth littered with hundreds of glittering stars, swallowing birds, angels, and whole galaxies Let it

Oh, Mother, why have you abandoned me? You are all I have; why are you not here? Where can I go? To whom can I turn? Without your protection, I’m enveloped in fear. I

Eight planets in a row! O the brilliant show! (Some killjoy says, they are not eight, but seven But, yet, the row is grand! )… Magnificent, rare! It happens once in a thousand years

Sleep much, you become dull, Eat less, of joy be full Talk much and earn a turgid brain; Reduce desire and goodness attain. Be composed—how well you shine! Be angry—how fast you decline! Contentment

Whether thou be far or near, To His loving heart all are dear, He is no stranger, why dost thou fear? He knows all! Whether it be prayers sincerely said, Or it be tears,

The Lord has come, to hold the reins O yield to Him the horses ten; He showers grace, He is the goal, He knows the road, He is the road He was in us,

Oh! Lord! Take My Love and let it flow in fullness or devotion to thee Oh! Lord! Take my hands and let them work incessantly for thee Oh! Lord! Take my soul and let

Joyful news I bring.… Paradox, but, truth! Ageless has an age! … Birthless has a day of birth! In human form, in leela mood, It came. Seeking you and me, fainting, faltering, weak, And,

Come! O’ Come! O’ Lord to one and all Thou Divine stealer of hearts and souls With a melodious patter of Thy lovely feet Moving like the soft breath of the fading wind Thy