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!


Ramayanam is Agriculture
Bhagavatham is Harvest

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


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!


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.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Happy days in Panchavati

Lord Rama, Mother Sita and Lakshman had walked for days, three
Though they had walked so long, from fatigue, they were free
For, in the past ten years, they had become tough
Due to the ten year pilgrimage, a process very rough

They had crossed mountains, and were now walking on plain land
On their way, suddenly, The Noble Three saw a huge creature stand
The warrior Brothers’ grip on their strong bows tightened
But when they heard the creature talk, their hearts lightened

“I do not eat human flesh; You need not worry or fear
No human has wanted to hold against me, his angry spear
Tell me youthful people, Your names and native place
I am neither a weakling nor Your enemy for You to chase”

The Noble Three were surprised on seeing that talking creature
Lord Rama admired, in its talk, the brave and friendly feature
The Noble Three walked closer towards the king size vulture
Wondering how a bird could talk like it was from human culture

They introduced themselves, and told about their native place
They noticed the old bird’s face showed a delightful trace
“Ram!” It exclaimed. “How is Dasaratha, my friend and Your father?”
Saying thus, it became silent as its memories had traveled back farther

Lord Rama’s face fell, reminded of the death of his dad
The vulture could not get why Lord Rama became sad
Lakshman told the vulture about the king’s demise
The vulture was pained as if, under a crushing device

“Oh! Dasaratha! My good old friend!
Why did your life, so soon, have to end?
Green are the memories when we both roamed the world
I stayed away from you, only to allow you rule the world

Why did you go to heaven, leaving me
Without you in this world, how could I be?
Already my beloved brother Sampathi, I have lost
Now you too have left me alone and gone very fast

With no one to love me, why must I be alive
Tying my wings, from a mountain, I am going to dive”
Saying thus, the vulture cried for long, and got ready to fly
But Lord Rama stopped him before he could rise too high

“Live for us, uncle! We Three have none but you alone
What would we do, if you too go, leaving us alone?
I am so happy to see you, for you love my father so much
The one, who would die at a friend’s death, though not in touch

As though I am seeing my father, I am delighted at your sight
Be with us as an elderly guardian, and give us some respite
Please don’t think you have none; We are here, and We are yours
On seeing you, the wound from My dad’s death, in My heart cures”

By the sincere words of Lord Rama, the vulture felt embraced
To stay in that place, guarding The Three, the vulture’s mind braced
He introduced himself as Jatayu, the son of Aruna, sun god’s charioteer
Being Dasaratha’s children, to guard Them, he was a happy volunteer

The Noble Three decided to stay there choosing a suitable place nearby
Lakshman built an ashram asking The Divine Couple to simply stand by
He built the ashram, better than he did in Chitrakut, so beautifully
He meticulously cared for even the minutest details, so dutifully

The ashram was located at the heart of a place of plenty
Fruit bearing trees stood at a distance, by feet, just twenty
Nearby ran a river providing sweet water for their basic needs
They settled in the ashram, doing both spiritual and fun filled deeds

Lord Rama and Lakshman worshipped the sun without fail
The deities in the ashram, Mother Sita worshipped to hail
On specific days on the lunar calendar, they spent in fasting
For spiritual and material wellbeing as well as happiness, everlasting

On other days, they also had a lot of fun
To enjoy lives like them, there was none
They took long walks in the beautiful surrounding
Witnessing animals and birds that were astounding

They heard stories of the yore, through Jatayu’s narration
He brought to life, those days, with his act and animation
To go back to Ayodhya, after the exile term, they were eager
But the sorrow, due to separation and death, was now meager

They played little games for their hearts’ gladdening
To make time useful and for food, they did some gardening
Though in jungle, Their life was truly rich and wealthy
They did meditation and yoga, to keep Themselves healthy

Once, The Noble Three went to the nearby river to swim
Due to recent rains, the river was flowing brisk and brim
Mother Sita challenged Lord Rama in a swimming race
She said She could swim faster as She was an expert and ace

Lord Rama warned Her of defeat, but She would not budge
Lakshman was made to sit on a rock, to be a good judge
Once Lakshman clapped, The Divine Couple dived
To touch the other shore, and come back first, They strived

Lord Rama touched the other shore, and He came back fast
But He thought He would feel guilty, if His Wife came last
Splashing the waters, He pretended as if He was swimming
Mother Sita overtook Him quickly, and rejoiced Her winning

To keep it natural, He followed Her fast, and close behind
And complained, She had tricked, and the race must be rewind
The Noble Three laughed, but each, for different reasons
Time went like this happily, showing its different seasons

Days went by giving Them delight after delight
Months went by without any bickering or fight
Giving happiness as offering, time went by, serving Ram
As if it worshipped Him by saying, “Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!”

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