O Morning Sun!

 

O Morning Sun! Pray light our way

Today, tomorrow, everyday

In darkness back, so slip we not

And walk we strong, on correct path

Happy Diwali!!!

Lead Me...

 

Over the hills and vales beyond
Lead me there to the mountain tops
For walk I will, with no complaints
I trust you, time and time again.

Right Here, Right Now!

A wish on hand, with matching mood
Like waters fresh, in summer noons
Why wait in vain, keep dual thoughts
A plunge to take, right here, right now!

The Cowherd

Stretching meadows, expanding skies

There spots galore, to rest one's eyes

Where one but stands, out in the rest

The cowherd has, his cattle graze

"Come Back My Child!"

With summer past, come monsoon rains

Refreshed and clean, its all again

Beauty supreme, untouched sublime

Mother thus calls, "Come back my child!"

Not Mine, Not Mine!

Unknown roads, were in darkness then

Though described, by the wise old men

Visible now, in clear sunshine

It's Your Grace, not mine, not mine!

Inspired from: १०.१६३ श्रीज्ञानेश्वरी 

Never an End!

Mountains, forests, to plains below

Along its way, the river flows

Villages, farms, and cities past

To ocean meets, its course at last

Unseen by us, it circles back

Ocean to clouds, to mountains high

From there it starts, all over again

Proving there was, never an end!

भगवंताने मेघ धाडिले

भगवंताने मेघ धाडिले

काळे निळे तें जळें जांभळे

पर्जन्याचें सरीं भिजाले

ओले चिंब हे विश्व आघवे

This is a small poem I wrote in Marathi, my mother tongue. Its difficult to capture the same in English, but very loosely translated it means:

God has sent the clouds that are

Black and blue, and watery violet

The rain showers have wetted now

Fully drenched, the entire world

Rice Fields

The rains have come and watered the fields
The lands now reflect a lovely green
Come, let’s get to work and plant the rice
Here and beyond, under the purple skies