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.


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Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Inspiration Incarnate


Like Hanuman is to Shri Rama

Like Arjuna, to Shri Krishna

Like Mother Teresa is to Jesus Christ

So are you to Lord Ramakrishna


Playful and naughty as a child

A tiger’s friend in the wild

A doubting Thomas in front of your teacher

The all knowing wise one as a preacher


Religion to you, was not just a notion

Reason and logic were your ultimate passion

In religious beliefs you saw intellectual reason

Shattering senseless talk and atheistic treason


Like the candle that melts when fire is near

You melted with love, for the needy and poor

Poverty of people made you cry

Until your tear glands went out dry


Like an empty vessel that enters the lake

You went to your Guru with a thirst to take

Like the filled bucket that comes from the well

You came from your guru with so much to tell


Hanuman carried a mountain, across an ocean

You, your guru’s word across every nation

You swam across the sea where oceans meet

You traveled nations giving spiritual treat


Handsome and stylish, you walked with charm

And bore the sweetest smile, always warm

With eyes that emitted divine light

To people you were an awesome sight


You lost yourself in meditation

You molded yourself with dedication

You looked upon your guru with devotion

And to your lucky disciples with compassion


Sometimes you were moody and thoughtful

Sometimes you were funny and playful

Is that how you won Mother Saradha’s heart?

Who always pampered, your action and thought

Astounding as an orator

Profound as a creator

Inspiration is thy name

Inspiration is thy form


In music you had a golden hand

Your guru, to it, was a hard core fan

In Chicago, you made a mighty stand

Towards India, you made the world’s vision pan


In a few seconds you could read a book

This left your questioner aghast and shook

A perfect demonstration of your mental skill

A simple reflection of your collected will


You have proved your skill as a flawless shooter

You live in my heart as a moral booster

Whenever I get mentally sick and depressed

Your words of courage make me refreshed


In you I see a positive power

Which your words and poses always shower

Your very sight makes me flower

And makes me want, to be a spiritual tower


There is so much in life I got from you

I should give my life to repay the due

I know I can’t do anything new

What more can I do than worshiping you?


Your guru was like the deepest ocean

He made you stand like the tallest mountain

We youngsters climb, with all our might

Hoping to reach half your height


Thirty nine years you lived on this earth

Three thousands years it will talk your worth

Like a lightning, you came and went

In youngster’s hearts you left a dent


The world was not always sweet to you

You were definitely not among the lucky few

With courage and faith you made your mark

With the boldest fonts on history’s bark


HAPPY YOUTH DAY