A prediction

In 2013, 1 Tuesday, I chanted a whole day praising Rama's Feet. The next day morning I had a dream. In it I won an Oscar. I'll win 4 sure.

Posted by Ramesh Sadasivam on Sunday, 1 November 2015

The Ultimate Liberator!

For the seekers of knowledge
Can there be a knowledge?
better than
The Knowledge of The Divine, Shri Rama!

The one who liberated
Even the blades of grasses
And all the swarms of ants

Leaving none behind
That ever existed
In the Good City of Ayodhya

And placed them in
An exotic heaven
Created exclusively for them
By the Great Grandshire Brahma!

-Nammazhvaar


Ramayanam is Agriculture
Bhagavatham is Harvest
-Me


The twin-syllable, Rama
When a devotee exalts!
The Birth-Death cycle
It permanently halts

Goodness and Wealth
It everyday brings
Sin and poverty
It cleanses and shrinks

-Kambar


Goodness Honesty Sweetness Simplicity
Gentleness Strength Humility Bravery
Valour Talent Prowess Success
Memory Trustworthiness Heroism Genuinity
Such adorable qualities and so much more
By chanting Rama's name you will score!

-Me

My Lord's Story: Goodness Incarnate

Ramayanam in English poetry.

The Supreme Lord of the Universe was once born on this earth as a Human Being, faced challenges and had His share of pain and pleasure going through both good and bad times like any of us. Like any of us He too, took His turn in laughter and cry.

This humility of The Lord, that makes Him come down to earth and share with us our difficulties to show us a way to handle them is what I admire in Him. This quality of Him, makes me surrender to Him unconditionally and makes me want to sing His Glory on and on and on.

My Lord's Story is an out pour of my devotion that seeps out in gratitude for the pains He took to be a lighthouse for us, to cross the ocean of Samsara.

Links to all the posts have been provided in an order on the right side column.


Thursday, June 30, 2011

People's Love for Lord Rama

Ram, Lakshman and Sita were now on the streets
Receiving from people sad and silent greets
Anxious and painful eyes, wet with tears
Piercing the three with pleading peers

Hoping from heart that this was a dream
Cursing life for not being a reversible stream
Angry on Kaikeyi for plotting this scheme
And pushing their Prince to this extreme

Children on the streets ceased to play
Priests in their temples ceased to pray
Men rushed to the streets leaving their jobs
Women stood by the streets with silent sobs

Customers went to shops to purchase and borrow
But came back with bags filled with sorrow
The mothers’ sorrow made their children cry
And the cowherds sorrow made their cows go dry

Ram, Lakshman and Sita walked smiling at all
Explaining to people that this was their duty’s call
Re-assuring them that they will be back in fourteen years
Trying to wipe from people, their sorrowful tears

But the grief of the people spread like fire
For they were going to miss their priceless Sapphire
They felt they were losing their very life
And they could not let go, without putting up a strife

They crowded before the three, blocking their way
And welcomed the three to their houses to stay
“Hey Ram! Please do heed to what we pray
Without You in town, our houses are just wood and clay”

“Or give us permission to come with You
Emptying the city except for a few
We will make the jungle you live into a beautiful city
And let Ayodhya ruin to a state of pity”

“We do not want to live under Kaikeyi’s rule
She who, in her husband’s distress, remains cool
She is wicked, cunning and heartlessly cruel
And her desires burn with her greed as fuel”

Lord Rama didn’t like them, criticizing his mother
He wanted them to support his beloved brother
Anyway he did know their love for him
And so did he make a speech that was short and trim

“My dear people, please do understand
That Bharatha is of the noblest brand
He will protect you, like his organs of sight
And rule like the sun that shines so bright

He has no part in me being exiled
I do not want his name being defiled
Please do accept him as your beloved king
And always his praise, your lips must sing

Your talk about my mother makes me sad
From the day I were a child, she has never been bad
I lived more with her than my own mother
And she has always held me above, Bharatha, my brother

Now fate has used her as a pawn
This puzzle would solve when time is dawn
Now is a time, difficult for all of us
We must handle this without creating fuss

As your leader I entreat you to stay
And take up the roles you usually play
Wait for me, for I will be back
Now let me pursue my duty’s track”

Saying thus Lord Rama tried to proceed further
But the determination of the crowd would not wither
They kept following Him, right behind
For their love for Him had made them blind

They were ready to give up all their wealth
And follow their Ram to the ends of the earth
Such was the love, people had for Ram
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!

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