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Volume 14 Number 2, August 2013

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Kiran Sikka

My Soul Sings that Song

My  soul sings that song

which my body fails to croon.

The soul pushes my inactive body away.

The trees outside are dancing to the tune of wind.

 The soothing breeze of hope lifts my spirits up.

The sparrow outside is calling the spring.

 My  soul rises up in the anticipation of creation.

As body refuses to listen the voice of soul,

 the indifferent soul does not take note of the noise outside.

Quite persistently , the soul  picks up the pen from the ashes of despair

and draws the beautiful flowers of poetry in my mind.

Leaving the weak body back,

I have entered the world of  effulgence

where I sit basking in the rays  of Self

This may be a momentary flash of lightning,

but has soaked  me in the eternal  rain of Being.

So, I call myself to listen to the tune

the soul sings—timeless, undying and endless.

 

Krishna Plays the Pipe

Leave the cows in the jungle,

O Krishna!

They will come back  on their own.

As the evening shadows fall,

 Your pipe will call them back.

My son !

Do listen to the refrain 

 your soul sings.

 Enter your heart

And search for the answers within your Self.

Don’t lose yourself in the jungle of noise

that  strips your mind of the peace.

 Night is still far away,

The shadows of  the setting Sun

call you home.

Reach home before it gets dark.

My son! Life sings only once,

the tune audible to the soul.

Look ! Krishna’s cows have come back

on their own—

following the lilts of the pipe.

Come back home, Son!

Before your soul stops singing

and you forget your way home. 

 

Rediscovering Self

If you open your wings, only then you learn to fly,

If you close your wings, how can you touch the sky?

O woman!

Ask yourself to have those dreams,

To feel your hopes, to  realize your potential,

to let yourself be bathed in Sunbeams.

There is a thin line of breath

That separates life from death.

Either you choose the trodden road

that  makes you unnoticed and hide,

Or you embrace eternity

That makes you bright as sunlight.

The goal is far, the sea is deep,

 not too unfathomable to retreat.

Don’ give way to deviation.

 It is God,

 who chose you for creation. 

It is God,

who chose you for creation.