If I hold myself then only I can walk.
If I listen then only I can laugh.
If I empty then only new memories can be welcomed.
If I forgive then only love can get more chance to happen.
Magic To Whisper
Everyone wants to find what is the magic in me which can’t be measured in days and nights,tiredness cann’t pull it aside.
Not willing to know what would be the result, will easily spread the fragrance with no calculations.
So want to welcome you indeed knowing the condition is open heart allowing small small appreciations.
Then only the magic will whisper in the ears yes you have captured your heaven in the joyful tears.
Hari Bol
Existing To Believe
Is my existence a question to prove or to go with flow?
There are so many questions still on mind but failing to find answer every time.
Responsibility matters but enriched with love and appreciaton makes it far better.
Appreciation is our nature but have we chosen to think more rather than overlooking future.
Not willing to roll into dreams every moment to live is what I care to believe.
Hari Bol
Dissolving Effortlessly
Oh my soul take me to the transparent blue sea,so that I can watch how effortlessly waves forms and dissolves easily.
They don’t question about their existence just follow the natrual rythmn.
Is it out of love or something indicating it is satisfied in itself?
Whatever I conclude the indulged vibrations saying that I am soaking sand to sing happy tunes, spreading inherent blessing to every heart reminding that loving your soul is the only affair that last.
Hari Bol
Pleading to Exhaust
Not impressed by world again but still want to live cheerfully happily spirit not in refrain.
Why so much still confusion knowing that results are not my solutions.
Enough dragged by desires so letting them go is the only way to acquire.
Oh shri hari please hold the hands of this servant pleading to forget the existence, thinking of you becomes the only essence.
All the senses are willing to exhaust except the eyes employing tears serving the lotus feet lovingly dissolved.
Hari Bol
Flower of Tears
Oh Vrindavan
I have no idea why I am so addicted to think more and more about you.
Free from past, present and future thoughts, love is now the only demand.
Can’t claim equivalent to gopis who forgot dry eyes as Krishna was the only hope of life. Oh Vrindavan, I see myself far behind promising that I belong to you,so forgive me for all the inaction towards you, cover me in your dust to serve allowing me to shower you with flowers of my tears.
Hari Bol
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Shri Krishna Janamastmi-The Soul Day
Shri Krishna Janamastmi is tomorrow and once again I am deeply in tears thinking about this day.I always name it as Soul day.There is always constant flow of emotions completely unstoppable.Those emotions reminds me how much unconditional blissfulness I missed.This day seriously claim that Yes there is GOD and I can deny his presence in my tears.
Continuously thinking about planning this beautiful day, I noticed that whatever I was thinking was happening automatically by itself,I didn’t have to do much. Oh Krishna, I am becoming helpless to express.Oh shri hari bless me to feel every day like this, in which I am overtaken by my soul who fearlessly embrace true happiness which is none only you Krishna.
