Every dawn sun rises in the hope to hear selfless bells ring, Mooing cows, devotees giving Parikrama and birds busy chirping, Peaceful smiles with chanting beads- seem to appear so unbothered, Philosophical and focused as- Their book of fate has found its author, Streets narrate His Lila’s and Temples mysteries …
Smiles came for seconds- but Pain lived for hours, Smiles became memories- but Pain spun life sour, Smiles very few to count- but Pain countless tower, Smiles showed conclusions- but Pain evoked inner power, Saints advise don’t fall for these emotions but stay still, As oceans are unhurt by pebbles …
Reflection of heart talks about our nature; Reflection of deeds talk about our behaviour; Reflection of fate talks about our ambitions; Reflection of relations talk about our emotions; Reflection of body talks about our beauty; Reflection of Devotion talks about our serenity; In Root of each Reflection lies the source …
Sri Krishna, Your devotees are uniquely blessed- It’s true; They enjoy Pain- and say it helps remember You; They love all- and say they search You in disguise; They distaste luxuries- and say they follow Your advice; They face hardships- and say You stand by their side; They never forget …
Where dancing on dust becomes holistic Parikrama; Where service hides in making Garlands filled with aroma; Where peace dances in smiles and Chanting Krishna Lila; Where Dawn begins with Bells and Twilight on bank of Yamuna; This ecstatic beauty of Vrindavan heals every soul of trauma; Love resides in its …
When darkness encroached in life- You rouse as Sun to brighten focus, When relations deserted in life- You befriended as Gita to motivate us, When pain clasped in life- You narrated Shrimad Bhagwat to awaken us, When desires, lust, pleasure lured in life- You appeared as Saints to guide us, …