SUNDAY, august 25, 2013
O GOD
Don’t hurt me so much,
I am praying to you O GOD.
Don’t separate me from my love,
don’t make my life so hard.
I can’t imagine my life,
Without the person whom I love.
If I don’t deserve her,
Then what else I deserve?
My heart is crying,
But noone see my tears.
But why don’t u listen my cries?
Have you closed your ears?
Why is she going away?
Is not my love strong?
Please tell me O God,
What I did so wrong?
For me without her,
My life is like a hell.
Then how to live without her,
O God please tell.
I request u my Lord,
Not to ignore my pain.
What to do with my life,
Please God, just think again.
Ajay Kumar Lahoria (Teacher)
R.S.Pura
The Vision
The vision to see the unseen,
The vision to create extraordinary,
The vision to unfold the hidden intellect,
The vision to accept the challenges,
The vision to give life to every moment we come across,
The vision to become the reason ofhappiness in the world,
The vision to pass on the heritage, culture and civilization to next generation,
The vision to explore the grace and blessings of God,
The vision to treadd on the path of courage and optimism,
The vision to use experiences to actualize beautiful and peaceful world,
The vision to differentiate positive and negative thougts,
The vision to follow balanced approach during the highs and lows of life,
And above all, the vision to translate thoughts into practice.
Sumit Kotwal
Department of Environmental Sciences,
University of Jammu
lord in the ling
Imagine the ‘Lord of Lords’-the ultimate ‘Shiv’
the only incarnation of formless ‘Sadashiv’
in the Ling form being worshipped by devotees
all over the theosophical world-theism to renew…
The only deity who meditates in sun and storm,
unmindful of snow and ice but
transcendentally engaged in diluting the miseries
of His devotees and protecting them from hassling harm..
‘Lord Barfani’ is easy to win over
by pure devotional meditation and His
rational rage cooled by sprinkling nectar dew
onto His Ling form in a spiritual shower….
Whether in mountain cave in Kashmir valley
or a temple at Mahabaleshwar bay,
an ice or sandy Ling looks immortal in
trance dispersing tranquil bliss benignly..
Pious pilgrimage of devotees to snow cave
on ‘Saavan-Poornamaashi’ celebrated in religious fervor,
travelling the trek while humming the Shiv hymns
amid jingling conch shells, drum beats and bugle wave…
To me it is the only occasion when fragrance
of festive divinity is celebrated without
bothering for the hateful and stingy smell
of prejudice, bias and apartheid arrogance….
The Legendary Couple in white Pigeon and Dove
in trill tweet sing the divine duet
of equality, adaptability and compatibility
in the Ice Ling cave with devotion and love….
Fathomless faith, benign belief and tenacious trust
divinely mesmerize the devotees to travel
miles of pilgrimage to quench the thirst by
having a glimpse of ‘Lord Barfani’ in a Ling
at its best….
Dr. Roshan Saraf
A Moon…
On the blackish-blue canvas,
Amidst several tiny glittering stars,
Inhabited a moon!
A moon which waxes and wanes every month,
And disappears on one day of the month,
So as to avoid our sight!
A moon which is partially stained,
And is still considered the epicenter of beauty,
which, perhaps, makes it feel insulted!
A moon which is miles and miles away,
But still can be seen on some days,
Perhaps, it is an incarnation or just an illusion
A moon which is exemplified by lovers,
which makes it feel shy and blushes,
Oh! then there it hides behind the clouds!
A moon which has got everyone’s love,
Every woman’s dream to look like a moon,
A moon which has no descendant,
Is, perhaps, nothing or is nowhere !!!
Apoorva Shekhar
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