Tuesday, 20 December 2011
Saturday, 17 December 2011
RELEASE of my latest book THAKSHAKANUM KASHYAPANUM
in presence of Sri. Kariavattom Sreekandan Nair, Babu Kuzhimattom, Sanal Edamaruk and E M Satheesan
Monday, 5 September 2011
Janani Navaratna Manjari-An Independent Interpretation
From that first and unique knowledge
Did originate countless tripudis; soon I
forgot myself and fell in darkness;
Favours dragged me into the 'Sea of Sorrows'!
Oh Mother, show me light
Lead me to that holy sky
which is bright and full of knowledge;
Lead me to that holy Earth
formed by thy Name and Sound;
The centre of of all true knowledge.
Oh Mother, You are that knowledge, the first and unique knowledge of the universe including I. First of all, countless tripudis originated from you.I am also only a small particle in one of those countless tripudis. In my origin itself, I forgot all my realities. Worldly pleasures including food etc. attracted me and they dragged me into the 'Sea of Sorrows' wherein I am swimming through.
Oh Mother,only you can show me a path to escape. Tell me mother, when will I be able to escape from all these worldly sorrows and be able to merge into that Holy Earth which is the embodiment of all true knowledge formed by your name and sound itself.
Nothing is true but true knowledge
neither the air and fire nor the rest of all;
Truth is only that knowledge
the pioneer one; and that is unique
Meaningless all vedic rituals.
slipping minds will rest a while
when this truth is got revealed.
Oh Mother, Let me got revealed it
Let my mind rest in peace.
Oh Mother, you are the target of of all truth seekers, you are the personification of of all true conscience, you are the reality of all the unrealities. All realities of the universe are only the feelings originated from the Maya ie. the mere feelings of the unreal realities. You are the only truth; you are nothing but the personified knowledge.
The so-called knowledge, comprising of the panchabhoothas ie. the earth, the water, the sky, the fire, and the air are nothing but the part and parcel of the first and unique knowledge. As and when, the simplicity and unapproachability of that truth is revealed, the unnecessity and invalidity of the vedic rituals will also be got revealed. Whether this is truth or that is truth? such a doubt will never occur in mind. My target is also that spiritual object, which is the true object. Oh Mother, let me realize the same.
Rising in its fading stage
and fading in its rising stage
The first and unique knowledge came;
My mind and organs rolled and rolled
keeping spell and frequency.
I am in that horizon
wherein knowledge is in full (!)
But this stage of mine is none
compared with that honey sucker
resting in a lotus bud
sucking honey while in bliss.
Oh Mother, knowledge is occurring and reoccurring, appearing and disappearing continuously. My senses and organs are revolving round and round, and I am being confused with indeterminacy.Mere realization of this worldly nature is not capable enough to find out the real knowledge ie. Akhantanubhoothi - the stage of mind where there is no doubt at all. Oh Mother, let me enjoy that eternal bliss which the undisturbed honey sucker enjoys who rests in a lotus bud.
Truths are flowering in my mind
Only drops of water, waves I know;
The snake I found in rope is rope
the pot I found is clay itself
The root of root of all these truths
No doubt, I know that is 'You'
Let me bow thy feet and sit aside
You are none, but my goal itself.
Oh Mother, some truths are being revealed in my curious mind.Now I realize that the waves are not waves; but they are only drops of water. The snake that I found in the rope is the rope itself. The pot that I found is not a real pot, it is only the clay shaped, dried and got furnaced as the pot. Nothing is real.The root cause of everything is knowledge- the deriving knowledge originated from you. Now I see everything in you. Let me sit aside and let me merge into that eternal real knowledge. Oh Mother, let me always with you. That is the only boon that I expect from you.
5
Veiled in by that super knowledge
The physical world is beyond sight;
Visible not in naked eyes
but they are clear in inner ones.
Through my inner eyes I see
You are in a dancing mood;
Stitched and woven by the Time
Thin and smooth your holy robes;
yet they hide you from my sight!
Knowledge being thy holy home
All are in their verbal forms.
Oh Mother, vedanda [upanishads]being your abode, knowledge being your form, You are the root cause of everything. Now I can realize it. The material world is being supposed as the combination of the Panchabhootas ie. the air, the water, the sky, the fire and the earth. These particles have already been transformed themselves as your dancing robes- the smoothest of the smoothest and the thinnest of the thinnest, woven by 'The Time'- are capable of hiding you from my eye sight. I am totally in confusion. I can realize nothing. Who knows what is real and what is unreal?
6
Oh Mother,
You are the fish and you are the deer
the flies and birds; the snakes and mountains;
the plants and trees; the rivers and lakes;
You are also the imaginary Hell and Heaven
And all the men and women including I myself
who is but a witness of all these multi visions
in physical and in verbal forms.
All these wonders that I see
are nothing but the Scenes of the Drama
that is being staged, at your own will and pleasure.
7
To shoot out all the sins from me
I hold knowledge as an arrow.
My bow is nothing but true faith in thy feet
My iron will is the thread in bow.
Without faith in myself, I can't win
Myself I am creeping in my soul;
Now I am on the path of goal
You are shedding lights I know.
My body weight is nothing at all
The weight I gathered from my sins.
Oh Mother, I am a sinner,who have been sunk myself into the sea of ignorance. I know that knowledge is the only powerful arrow which is suited to shoot out my sins. For shooting such an arrow I need an iron will as the bow and a determined faith in you as the bow thread. In my life battle victory depends on your will and boon. As and when knowledge is gained, it will be revealed that it was also a knowledge, that I was experiencing as a sinner before. It will also be revealed that all of the universal truths are the deriving truths from a unique truth.
8
As my thoughts and as my thinking mind
You are growing as a pearl of joy;
As all causes and as all effects
As subjects, then as objects;
First you create, and then you consume!
Your greatness is in such a height
higher than that of eternal bliss.
Oh Mother, You are great! Really great!
Oh Mother, You are great! Your greatness is far beyond the reach of even the divine eternal bliss. You are the basement of all goodness.You are the knowledge, you are the knowing mind, you are also the joy experiencing in such a mind. May I call you Sachidananda Swaroopini? you are the cause of everything; the cause of all direct and indirect experiences; the cause of unlimited unknowns including I myself and the cause of all that are beyond the reach of senses. Sometimes you are acting as a producer. At the same time you are also functioning as the consumer. Oh Mother, you are great! Really great! Your divine doings are also great.
9
Shadow like all worldly objects
reflecting in the mirror of knowledge
are fading as soon as they reflect
as they themselves, but you own shadows!
You are in that heavenly abode
Far far away from my senses
in which knowledge is in full.
Oh Mother, who can praise these?
Let me rest in silence.
Oh Mother, there is no permanent existence to this universe and its constituents. Everything is like a shadow. The so-called universal existence is nothing but the derivative reflection of knowledge originated from the unique knowledge. It is far beyond the reach of my words. May I call knowledge by thy name?
Friday, 26 August 2011
JANANI NAVARATNA MANJARI [An Independent Translation]
1
From that first and unique knowledge
Did originate countless tripudis; soon I
Did originate countless tripudis; soon I
forgot myself and fell in darkness!
Favours dragged me into the Sea of Sorrows
O Mother, show me light
Lead me to that holy sky
which is bright and full of knowledge
Lead me to that holy earth
formed by thy name and sound;
The centre of all True Knowledge.
2
Nothing is true but true knowledge
Neither the air and fire nor the rest of all.
Truth is only that knowledge
the pioneer one ; and that is unique
meaningless all vedic rituals.
Slipping minds will rest a while
when this truth is got revealed.
Oh Mother, let me got revealed it
Let my mind rest in peace.
3
Rising in its fading stage
and fading in its rising stage
The first and unique knowledge came;
My mind and organs rolled and rolled
keeping spell and frequency.
I am in that horizon
where knowledge is in full(!)
But this stage of mine is none
compared with that honey sucker
Resting in a lotus bud
sucking honey while in bliss.
4
Truths are flowering in my mind
Only drops of water, waves I know
The snake I found in rope is rope
The pot I found is the clay itself
The root of root of all these truths
No doubt, I know that is 'You'
Let me bow thy feet and sit aside
You are none but my goal itself.
5
Veiled in by that Super Knowledge
The physical world is beyond sight
Parts and parcel of all forms
The air and fire and the rest of all
visible not in naked eyes;
But they are clear in inner ones.
Through my inner eyes I see
You are in a dancing mood;
Dressed up in that Holy Robes
stitched and woven by the Time.
Thin and smooth your garments are
Yet they hide your body from my sight!
Knowledge being thy holy home
All are in their verbal forms.
6
Oh Mother,
You are the fish and you are the deer
the flies and birds; the snakes and mountains;
the plants and trees ; the rivers and lakes;
You are also the imaginary Hell and Heaven
And all men and women including I myself
who is but a witness of all these multi-visions
In physical and in verbal forms.
All these wonders that I see
are nothing but the scenes of the Drama
that is being staged, at your own will and pleasure.
You are the fish and you are the deer
the flies and birds; the snakes and mountains;
the plants and trees ; the rivers and lakes;
You are also the imaginary Hell and Heaven
And all men and women including I myself
who is but a witness of all these multi-visions
In physical and in verbal forms.
All these wonders that I see
are nothing but the scenes of the Drama
that is being staged, at your own will and pleasure.
7
To shoot out all the sins from me
I hold knowledge as an arrow.
My bow is nothing but true faith in thy feet
My iron will is the thread in bow.
Without faith in myself, I can't win
Myself I am creeping into my soul...
Now I am on the path of goal
You are shedding lights I know.
My body weight is nothing but
The weight I gathered from my sins.
8
As my thoughts and as my thinking mind
You are growing as a pearl of joy;
As all causes and as all effects
as subjects; and then as objects
First you create, and then you consume!
Your greatness is in such a height
higher than that eternal bliss!
Oh Mother, You are great! really great!
9
Shadow like, all worldly objects
reflecting in the mirror of knowledge
are fading as soon as they reflect
as they themselves, but your own shadows!
You are in that heavenly Abode
Far, far away from my senses
In which knowledge is in full.
Oh Mother, who can praise thee?
Let me rest in silence!JANANI NAVARATNA MANJARI
Janani Navaratna Manjari is a unique philosophical poem in Malayalam written by Sree Narayana Guru who contributed much towards the upliftment of the down trodden communities in India in 1908. It is one of the most famous poems belonging to the category of sthotras written by him.
It is a tradition of Indians to sing sthotras or praising songs of their beloved deities intending to please them. In such songs, simple and melodious lines were being used.Meaning of the words used were not important.
Guru recognized true knowledge as the basement of personality formation. He also recognized the need for an unconscious and spontaneous expansion of knowledge from childhood itself so as to create a man of knowledge. The only way to create such a situation is to modify the traditional literature and practice.
Sree Narayana Guru concentrated much in the modification of the traditional style of literature, especially poetry. He performed himself as a guide to the coming generations.Janani Navaratna Manjari is a typical example.The philosophical clarity, the style of expressing ideas and the combination of meaningful and sweet melodious words places this sthotra to the heights of classic poems.
Janani Navaratna Manjari is a poem consisting of nine slokas. In each sloka, the length, the breadth and the depth of spiritual knowledge is personified symbolically as the Goddess of Knowledge. Each sloka in this poem is a diamond, merged into the ocean of Knowledge.
A translation of Guru's poem is not an easy task. I am fully aware of my limitations as a common man in interpreting the meanings also. My intention is only to attract the new generations to the literary works of the great Guru. With a humble request to go through the work, I am submitting this before the literary minds.
Malayalapuzha Sudhan
Wednesday, 24 August 2011
MY THOUGHTS : MY VIEWS
THE RATE OF INTEREST PRESCRIBED IN MANUSMRUTHI
Money lending is considered as a sin in Manusmruthi. At the same time the practice of money lending is justified also.
According to Manu, there is no sin in charging an interest at the rate of 1.25%. It is also suggested as moral to charge interest at the rate of 2% from the Brahmins, at the rate of 3% from the Kshatriyas, at the rate of 4% from the Vaisyas and at the rate of 5% from the sudras.
Provisions were there, to lend money against the security of land, cows or yielding properties. When clothes or ornaments were received as securities, the lenders were not allowed to use such things deposited as securities by the borrowers. In case , they were used by the lender, there was no provision to charge interest on the loan amount.
The ownership on the securities of the borrowers were to be lost automatically in cases, they failed to regain the same within a period of ten years.
Provisions were there to remit the interest in regular instalments. Monthly, Quarterly, Half yearly, and Yearly remittances were allowed.Defaulters were permitted to renew the loan by paying only interest. Some restrictions were also there in charging interest. In no circumstances interests were allowed to exceed more than twice the loan amount on final settlement. But in some exceptional cases, five times of the loan amount were also permitted.
There were also restrictions against the cheap practices of exploiting the borrowers by charging interest on interest and other charges. In case, when the borrowers failed to repay the loan amount with interest in time, they were allowed to enter into new agreement or in the sale of the property on final settlement.
In case, when loans were given against personal sureties, the sureties were responsible to settle the loans if the borrowers failed to settle the same in time.
In cases, when the borrowers failed to clear the loan for want if financial sources, they were allowed to settle the same by compensating the amount by working under the lenders.
AN EVALUATION OF THE CREDIT SYSTEM PRESCRIBED IN MANUSMRUTHI
No civilised man can justify the negligence that Manu imparted on Sudras. The progressive rate of interest recommended by him on caste base is also beyond justification.
In this context, it is to be remembered that, Manusmruthi is a history of Ancient India also. Subjects like politics, civics, economics, banking etc. etc. are detailed as they were prevalent in the time. For a detailed evaluation of the smruthi, an analysis of the contemporary history of other world nations is also necessary.
In those days, slavery system existed in different parts of the world. In India the system was in the form of Chathurvarnya. The sudras were treated as slaves by their masters. but their cruelties were in a lesser degree than that of the cruelties imparted on slaves by the slave owners in other parts of the world
In chathurvarnya, the Brahmins who represented the high status groups were those who engaged in study, teaching,research works and so on. They were the intellectual groups of the society. They were also the advisers of the kings and administrators of the day. They always engaged in intellectual works. So they were provided with high remunerations and maximum reliefs.
The Kshatriyas represented those who engaged in the administrative functions, military and para military activities, maintenance of law and order and so on. They were the protecting groups. So they were also provided with high remunerations and so many reliefs.
The vaisyas represented those people who engaged in agriculture, industry, trade and commerce etc. They were the producing groups and hence they were also treated with respect, but their position was below the Brahmins and the Kshatriyas.
The social status of the Sudras was the lowest. They were treated like the slaves. They were provided with only the minimum requirements of life. Moreover, they were not allowed to acquire and accumulate wealth. Such a group normally require no credit facilities. Even though in exceptional cases, if required they were allowed to borrow. By charging the highest interest rate, the Sudras were discouraged from borrowing and indulging into unpleasant situations.
It is also to be remembered that, the Smruthi reveals historical facts also. Exploitation of the working class was a common phenomena existed in the then world. It was not an isolated social evil that existed in India alone.
Manu suggested and recommended a credit system suited to the then India. He was only an advocate and economist of the prevailing social set up- not a revolutionist.
Despite having certain demerits, the credit system developed by Manu reveals the financial management capacity of the Ancient Indians.
Wednesday, 10 August 2011
WHY THESE SCREENS, THESE WALLS?
Ladly, build up no more walls here, dear
by digging up my grave.
Leave not the heritage we sustain
for generations in this land,
This soil of ours...
Ladly, never build up walls
Your born-mate and his kids are not
alien to your kids.
Then why there should be walls?
why this privy?
Do not, I can't bear the wait of these
concrete walls...
All grandeur, legacy and paternal grace,
will die in the screen of these walls
I can't stand, do not dear build up walls.
Why these screens, these walls?DANCE MUSE, DANCE.
Oh beauty that pampered
the parrot of our 'Language dad'
Dance Muse, you dance...
Let me hum tunes;
to rhythm of yours; and
Let my soul's light be brightened.
In the dark wilderness of
knowledge am I.
And my passage the harsh-mouth tunnel
of the Dare Devil self esteem.
There are toxic thorns over my path
hidden in deliberately dug up dungeons.
Eyes darken, body tires,and
the light of inner eye dims...
Dance, Fair one, dance
Let me tune to rhythm of yours
Let those blessing tunes
as the cosmos of Verse,
Spread the Soul's light, Word-Goddess.
Let my inner eye be brightened up
and all darkness be removed,
Let my path be illumined anew...
Won't the fake-clouds created by dragons
be removed by the 'aura-of- verse'?
Dance, Lady Muse, excited still.
Wise men would never but know that
Verse these should be for
the might of the Native Tongue...
Dance, Fair Muse, Dance
Let me recite eloquent verse.THE LITTLE FLY
South south in the farther south
In a little hill
A mango tree mellow bloomed
And fragrance spread in the wind
The little fly hummed around
spreading its tiny wings;
Rested on a cluster of flowers
To sip up the sweet honey.
The spicy-ant sped up anon
his acidic gas exposed
Poor little flea hummed away
tasting not even a drop...
Reaching its home, detailed the tail
Its little brother heeded all
said by the tiny fly.
Humming away he anon,
Back with the jaggery-ant
Set out the morrow to the sweet mango tree.
The little fly winged off ahead
spreading its tiny wings.
By dusk they reached the southern hill
the sun hid in the western horizon...
The little fly with its brother
Hid under green mango leaves;
the spicy-ants all together
slept sound inside their nest...
Past midnight then,
The jaggery-ant like a spy
Entered alone to the spicy-ant's nest...
craftily he sent all the knaves to the land of death.
Dawn broke bright, and
the gentle breeze softly did blow;
The little fly with its brother
met with the jaggery-ant
Three of them sipped off honey
from inside the mango flower.
Thereafter cooling in heart
the three on the hill enjoyed fully
sipping honey drops in joy...
All other trees on the hill blossomed too
The nymph of spring with brightened face,
the charm of the woodland did grow;
Having drunk enough honey
the little fly suppled now
It flew round the whole wood humming in glee...
The little fly befriended with
a butterfly-kid that f lying
joyously kissing flowers.
The butterfly host all coloured
became a friend to the little fly
Later some days after, they
the fly and the jaggery-ant
hosted the butterfly kid;
Set out to meet their kins, and
returned home with some relatives.
Building fine nests in the branches
of that sweet mango tree on the hill
Leaving all competing notions
they lived as friends aiming well-being....
Autumn, Winter, Spring and Summer
all the six seasons were over
The sweet mango tree did its budding
and bloomed with its blossoms and fruits.
In an unforeseen night when the wind blew
Frantic rain poured and the trees got tumbled!
Hurting its colourful wings
The butterfly fell down alas.
Rain water rushed wild into
The nest of the jaggery-ant...
The nest of honey swayed in gales
the pot of honey fell too down!
Gushed away too far along
it faded away to some where and gone!
When wind an drain all did cease
The full moon shone brightly in sky
Trembling and chilled in that cell
The butterfly breathed its Last!
Upon a grass-shoot did lean
The jaggery-ant was seen clung!
Shaking off water drops from
Its tiny wing, that little fly
Flew silent on to the corpse,
of his bosom friend, the fly...
Slowly, the jaggery -ant
Crept where the body did lie
Embraced both friends in grief and bereaved
The moon hid behind the leaves of the cloud.
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
THE STAR HOTEL
In front of a stalwart star hotel
in a Keralite medium city
A garden of cactus, Aho!
A wild garden neatly pruned
with all four walls around.
Entered I eager to see and learn
the inside beauty, the business too.
Halls that feel no cold nor heat
walls hanging pictures of nudes
Waiters with coat and cap inside
The food-mall that's mattressed fine
Inside glass cases creeps
snakes of varied forms;
Sights dreadful, before.
Reptiles boil, spilling in the air
smells alluring the senses...
Bodies of dogs get roasted and boiled
anointed in colours and odours sweet.
Bearers serve in modest air
around tables prepared for
those from alien lands.
Servants get pleased filling
pockets with bill-balances.
Wondered by sights my conscience did speak
"Culture western, in corners Eastern"
THE HILLSIDE PEASANT
How long long has been this task of digging
the surface sod of this hillside
keeping on ceaselessly.
The shaky grains of rubic-stones
holding on hedge wall's brims;
Though, there it's place, slips away soon
Flown off away in rainy streams.
The mud furrow tendered by tilling hard
is no more seen and the crop also flows;
The hut wall too gets soaked and gone,
The saplings that chopped to make stakes,
Rubic -stones shows off.
The spade that was tampered at
the blacksmith's lathe
Falls hard now and again...
The 'waste-task' my grandpa and father had done,
I too, the son continue.HONEY MANGO TREE
Embraced by drip-dropping
Rays of the sun
Swaying in gentle coy breeze
Oping slowly her tender green shoots
gladdened in my scanty yard
The young shrub of Honey-mango tree.
Drinking the sunshine and thrilling within,
A thousand citadels were built in my nights,
Mansions amore, sculptures, colours
Jewels and heaps of treasures,
farmlands, groves and livestock,
Trade-guilds and festive realms...
Thus passed the paths of my fancy.
Tendered by summer, Spring,Autumn,Winter,
The shrub attained youthfulness all.
The budding twigs bending so low
Blossomed with fruits and spread out
a fragrance around...
The unforeseen clouds that came during the night
Gone hard as torrents and storms,
Blowing in swirls, my young tree collapsed
And with that fell flat;
my dream and my paths of fancy.
THE DREAM
Last day in dream,
Holding grandma's arms, like a lad,
I reached a home 'Quadra-built' of gold
Opting the frontispiece I entered inside
Met a man with a smiling face
seated upon the fore-floor.
"Grandpa of father's grandpa"
Quoth thus grandma.
With single-bordered loin tucked round the waist
And sandal paste spot on forehead,
I saw an aura of kindliness.
A brightened smile on his much supple lips
A stalwart of six feet in oil-dark skin
Beckoned and held me he upon his bosom
kissed on my forehead and said:
"Grandpa was waiting for long
to see you my kid darling".
Came there, yet grandma another
with a face that was beaming with
the milk of a smile;
Cravingly taking me up
She showered kisses a lot
and quoth with her tear-laden eyes...
"Take care my son,
You offspring of the sixth legal heir
To vouchsafe the honour of home
And the name grandpa had made...
Born on an auspicious star,
You be the 'Son of the Land'.
Shuddering I woke up and
rushed to the ring of the phone.
A cheerful sweet word
from the homeland was heard!
"The girl gave birth to a boy"...
How could my grandma in dream
reach this desert far away?
Whose may be that quardra-built home
I saw in that dream on the wall of my mind?
Still resound all that I heard in that dream
May what my grandma said become true
May it be the will of the Lord.
Monday, 8 August 2011
THE THUMP-LOSER RESPONDS...
The deer-folk dashes and rabbits frolic
And frightened birds flutter away;
Rows of giant trees tumble uproot
Crashing the under growth foliage down.
Dust- screens cloud the skies,
And the mid-day sun gets dim,
Rolling of chariot wheels heard,
And a murmur emanates from
the rocking wood...
Listened I keen with surveillant eyes.
I saw the Master of Hasthinapura
The Lord of my mind
with disciples and retinue behind;
Like the Lord of Destruction,
He stands before me.
Drona rushes up like a storm
with a thirst bound to gulp the cosmos
in his flashing eyes like spheres.
"Who is your master?
Who taught you to dart
arrows to the sound-target
without flaw?....
The art of dart, if got in
undeserved hands, is Fire,
Ending the world..
Eh, nomad boy,
How did you attain
the art of dart that was
Tabooed to you by the 'Sruthis'?
And who your master is..."
The fire of query bent in
Hatred and wrath
flared in the master's tongue.
"Let me be blessed...
I too am your pupil...
Bless me by placing your hand on my head..."
Cried I, Te forest boy, fearlessly
falling upon the master's feet in awe.
An earth-trampling foot-stomp was heard
And the master did draw back his feet;
Raising my eyes I saw in Arjuna's eyes,
The blooming of sarcastic pride.
"Thou art Anarya",
And there is no rule to preach
The art of dart to Nishadas,
as per sruthis' say..."
"The merciless darts you have sent in words,
When once I came begging the art from you
stuck still in the butt of my heart...
My inners jerked, hearing those
feigned words came from your graceful tongue..
I modelled your idol in clay
And seated it afront my practice-pit.
Fancying it as the 'master of mind'
I worshipped with garlands and fumes.
Knelt in humble prayer all day
And sobbed out my heart in faith.
Thinking of those cruel castestic norms
that denies justice to Nishadas
Tear-drops streamed off my eyes..."
In the golden morn of the fortieth day
A radiance sprouted from the idol's forehead
A touch of warmth I felt on my brow
And I was Quake-Struck.
I took the bow, arrows gamboled in my finger-tips!
The denials and proscriptions all
Are nothing but dwarfish-pride
in the giant body of man...
Lucid truths cleared up in my heart!
You but none are my master,
Put your holy hands on me to bless."
"If a disciple you are,
offer me your oblation!"
The master quoth and my inners chilled...
"I am content, my master,
What have to offer?"...
I waited in awe with cupped up hands.
"THUMB OF YOUR RIGHT HAND...YOU GIVE..."
Anon the master ordained!
Anon the master ordained!
Rapture of pride, I saw
Blooming in Arjuna's eyes...
Rumbles of thunder in inner heart...
Devilish dance of gloom afront...
Pressure of blood-flow that rent the veins
A lightning ray on the layer of the brain...
Why, for the master, the oblation of my Thumb?
Conscience asked, but no reply came.
"Will the Lore deeproot sans oblations boy?"
The question echoed in Dharma sastras
"Will the dart yield, if thumb is chopped off?"
(The master in clay seemed to ask)
"No justice more sublime than sacrifice"...
The verse in Sruthi, rumbled in the ears...
fishing-rod preyed with the earth worm of Dharma
is being hurled against me,by an unknown 'Someone'.
My self, the whale gulps it in a shoot
On the tender leaf-piece throbbed and then stilled
my valid thumb drip-droping blood
I saw glee in the Master's eyes !
"Dharma will save always"say the sastras...
But now I say "It will betray"...
BLESS MUSE BLESS
Bless, Muse of Verse Bless
Come down and stay in
the valley of my mind
My heart throbs and craves
to see the truths that are
hidden in the slime of ignorance,
In the whirlpools of the Wisdom-Sea.
Bless, Muse, Bless
Come down and stay in the
valley of my mind...
The eyes that are cataracted
by Ignorance have no light
All darkness around...
Discord is now the potion to the hearing sense
Stink is the favourite of the sense of smell
No touch is sensed by the frozen skin
Being a mere body myself is
A lifeless figure and nought...
Bless, Muse ,bless
Come down and stay in the valley of my mind.
Blow as a stream of breeze mild,
Upon the ash- blanket covering the
Fire of Knowledge.
Let flames of wisdom en kindled of that
Let the flames of spotless love ablaze.
Let the Divine Light spread all over
And the horizon of Verse ablaze.
Bless, Muse, bless
Come down and stay in the valley of my mind.
Heart throbs and craves to see the truths
With in the golden hutch shrouded in Truth.
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