BIRTH OF Lord JESUS

 

The times were right for the birth

Of the promised Messiah

To again redeem the Jews from Sins

Who were subjugated by Romans.

Divided in tribes and sects

Deep in dialectic dry debates

Steeped in usury, deception

Fraud, crafty cunningness.

Sans love and brotherhood, fairness

The sun had set on Israel

The chosen race had fallen to decay

An empty shell sans Kernel.

 

The star of Bethlehem was sighted

The wise men of the East followed it

To witness the birth of the “Son of Man”

Mary the virgin in severe pain

In total submission with tears flowing

Clinging fists, holding the branch

Of the flowering fragrant tree.

The child had spoken from the womb

Testifying the innocence of Mary

Of her purity and saintliness

Of her virtuous, clean living.

The child spoke from the cradle

Warned humanity to hold their tongues

For the heavenly God had blessed

Virgin Mary with Lord’s spirit.

Blown into her by the Angel

Who had boded glad tidings

Mary in fright pleaded innocence

Of none of the man fold touching her.

But the Angles spoke of God’s decree

Of a birth of Messiah miraculously

John baptized Jesus for attainment

Devil then led him into wilderness.

For forty days and nights, he fasted

To resist and repel all temptations

To drive away the accursed devil from his midst.

To put the Devil to shame

And prove his innocence.

 

Jesus spoke Man does not live

On bread alone; he lives on

Every word that God utters

“You are not to put God to the test”

Jesus began to proclaim the message!

“Repent, for the kingdom of Heaven is upon you”

What a fortune, what a Divine Grace!

That stuck those destitutes

Lepers, blind, the deaf, the possessed,

Who were blessed with the

Touch of that Great Man,

The Messiah, the succor

Who cured, revived, rejuvenate

In the name of the Lord;

The Merciful, the Beneficent, the Compassionate.

 

Oh! What a pity, what a misery!

For the disbelievers, hypocrites

Who lost faith, the fragrance!

Who missed the message, perfume

Who joined the ranks of sinners

Who jumped into the fire of hell

Who were dead wood and stones

A boat sans sails and a rudder!

Oh! What a miracle! What a transformation

A simple man, dressed as a commoner

Eating with tax gathers and sinners

A doctor for the sick, Mercy from Heaven

 

Oh! What a delight and a spectacle!

Fulfilling the wishes of the disciples,

Praying for Heaven to transcend

And spread delicacies on the table

To eat, rejoice and make feast

To ever be thankful and joyous.

 

Oh! What perfect teachings

Training fishermen as fishers of men

To grace the poor with serene joys

To console the sorrowful

To greet the gentle spirit

With glad tidings of earthly possessions

To promise a land of milk and honey

For the hunger, naked and infirm

To cleanse the heart and mind.

To illumine with million lights

To bless the persecuted and peace makers

The sufferers and the way wards.

 

Ah! The Truth personified,

In a glowing armor

Of heavenly light and shine

Gentle like dove pure in speech

Soft hearted with enlightened soul.

To present to the humanity

A gift, a boon, a panacea for ills,

To rejoice and unburden grief

To enlighten the minds with purity

To behold beauty in shining eyes

To turn hearts to gold and silver

With a new gait, sweet manners

To refine life, redefine living.

To make you walk in straight paths

“To love your enemy and pray for persecutors”

To live and let live, forget and forgive

To cheerfully submit to the Master

To gather crumbs of joys in the begging bowl

Free your will, gather and fill

Your hearts with honeyed love

To be sheep among the wolves.

To be wary as serpents, innocent as doves.

 

Oh! What a pity what a tragedy!

For the heartless humanity

To disown, discard, disobey

To crucify on the stake

The messenger of peace and love

Who uttered “Forgive them for they know not”.

Lord, the Merciful, the Magnificent

Raised His beloved to the Heaven

Blessed the apostles, his followers

With Divine grace with bliss

To follow the teachings of the Messiah

By leaving the self behind

With purity of the mind and soul.

By being virtuous in character

By being obedient to the Master

“What God has joined together

Man must not separate

Sell your possessions

And give to the poor

Then you will have riches

In the heavenly paradise

All who take to sword

Die by the sword, shunned,

You reap, what you sow

Always treat others as you like to be treated

Ask and you will receive

Seek and you will find

Knock and the door will be opened

He who seeks finds

A good tree always yield good fruit

And a poor tree, bad fruit

Show mercy, mercy will be shown

Love others, others will love you

Throw not the pearl before swines

For they know not its value

Judge not for you will be judged

Someone slaps on one right cheek,

Turn and offer the left.

So lofty teachings

So great ideals!

For humanity to yearn

And live in peace.

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Holy Shaivaite Saint of Kolimuth

 

O Muse granter of lovely verses

Bless me with your boon

To enable me to pen down

My experiences, my emotions

To stir my fellow being’s

Emotions for delectation.

For wisdom, for elevation.

For deep reflection!

 

On a cool month of winter

I visited my native

Salubrious garden city,

A pensioner’s paradise;

From sultry weather beaten

Coastal city of Madras

Where I was presiding

In temple of Justice

To deliver with even hands

Just rulings to dissatisfied

Grumbling tax laden litigants.

 

My benign high placed friend

Heard my long grievance

Of harassment in my work place.

Denied of my lawful rights

Of elevation to higher Judiciary.

 

He was friendly with a Shaivaite Sage

In Kolimuth in Arsikere, Hassan Dist.

Took me in his revolving red light car

To seek his guidance and blessings.

It was a pleasant day

Reaching the temple and Muth

At Sunset, a dozen young ‘pujaaries’

Were reciting Holy Geeta nonstop.

 

The benign Sage welcomed us.

Made us sit on the carpeted floor.

Took out his ancient weather beaten

Leaves, where was written the destiny

Of fellow men in distress and grief.

Lo my destiny rolled before his eyes.

I was in a grip of black hooded

Magic and I need to dip in the holy river.

Visit a mausoleum of a holy Saint

For five Fridays with ‘prasadam’.

Seek help from Divine to relieve

From the evil doings of a lady Justice.

Who would undo all my good work,

With vengeance, wreck my career.

 

The Swamy told the evil to befall me

If I do not vacate the Sea city

By the Ides of March two thousand four.

My kind high placed friend

Took me to Makedatu river

For a holy dip to follow the advice of the Sage.

 

I returned to Sea city, visited holy places

For five Fridays with ‘prasadams’.

Lo and behold by fax I received

Order to move to my Salubrious city

On fourteen of March two thousand four.

 

I left the black magic ridden Sea city

By flight on same day never to return

Or face it or visit it; left behind

The evil and its consequences.

I was afflicted by brain tumor

And umpteen evils for six years of my stay there.

 

The holy Shaivaite Sage’s golden words

Ring in my ears of apathy of high powers,

Of moral degradation of lady Justice;

Of evil gripping the minds of people;

Of suffering of holy men in their hands;

Of heaping of injustices on benign persons.

 

The Sage’s healing touch saved me

From his prediction of paralysis,

Insomnia, loss of memory and

Evil of every sort to surround me.

 

O Holy Sages and Saints of this ancient land!

You are all beacon of peace and good will;

To assuage the wounded feelings

Of sufferers and suffering humanity.

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Pining for Thee

 

My adversaries are jealous of me.

They are many and everywhere.

My Beloved has blessed me

With scores of talents and goodness.

When I am gone into nothingness.

There will be nothing for them,

To quarrel about, to fight with me.

They will sit in a corner to lament.

Life is short, Time is fleeting.

Nature’s beauty is enormous.

Every morn, every evening

Brings forth something new to marvel.

 

O Beloved! Show me the path of love.

Let me lay down my life pining for Thee.

Glory for Thee

Ah! Thy Glory is much praised.

Much more is for thy beauty to pine.

Time is fleeting, so also my age,

Withering my youth let Your love be?

The fire that is kindled in my heart,

Burns my eyes, my body, self,

Pining for Thee all the time.

Yearning for illumination of every part.

My bones are creaking and shaky.

My eyes have now become blurred.

My voice has become choked.

Your signs around are amazing.

My spirit yearns to join Thee.

To shed this mortal coil for Thee.

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Million praises

 

The burnt out ashes are immersed.

In the free flowing rivers,

The Ganges and in the Cauvery.

In the belief of merger in Thee.

My dead body would be consigned.

To the dust forever and ever,

To mingle and to turn to dust.

In the belief – of rebirth

O! The Tremendous and the Mighty

The Gracious and the Merciful

Millions are created every time.

To pine for Thee, for Your Glory.

Grant me that eye, that heart.

To see and feel for Thy praise.

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Burnt the Candle

I dug and dug in parching deserts

Till I reached the streams below

I filled my bucket of love

With cool waters to quench my Beloved’s thirst.

I cultivated dry and parching lands

Irrigated them with my sweat and tears

I picked the choicest fragrant roses

The sweetest fruits for my Beloved to taste

I wove and wove a finest cloth,

With designs and decorations of various hues.

Bedecked with jewels and precious stones

To present as gifts for my Beloved to wear.

I yearned and yearned with hopes and longings.

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