Whispering Thoughts

 Magnificent, Thy form.  Formless, Thy eternal divinity. Rising chants of Thy glory,  reverberating,  dispelling all darkness, all agony.  Thee, we hail, with fervour,  O Lord of pious beginnings!  Bless us all, with Thy grace.  Ganpati Bappa Morya! Mangalmurti Morya!

  The cosmos dances, to the flute-tune of cowherd,   the rhythm, hypnotic.  Love-enchanted, the pawns sway.  Lost cattle, He steers us all. Hare Krishna. Hare Krishna.  Krishna Krishna Hare Hare.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

 Payo ji maine raam rattan dhan payo Like the pied-crested cuckoo,  thirsty, parched and dry,  Thy Meera,  seeks Thee,  yearns for Thy name-water,  the priceless elixir,  the valuable gemstone.  The blessed downpour of Thy grace,  Meera sings Thy name,  and Thee satiates her longing.  A treasure to cherish,  she loses all  to find Thy richness.  And thus blest,  radiant with joy,  she follows the melody of Thy flute  and Thee leads her to salvation.  Mesmerizing, the play of love and devotion.  The pied-cuckoo is always quenched. Hare Krishna Hare Krishna Krishna Krishna Hare Hare.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗 

Dreams, imaginations, fantasies,  are all but seeds of reality.  They infuse us with spirit,  to make efforts to reach the sky and stars.  This haiku has been written for such spirit.  Crude, rough sandcastles,   on foundations of our dreams,  rests our universe. Linking with Thursday Photo Prompt : fantasy #writephoto Welfare unto all Rab rakha 💝💝💝  

Sweet bliss,  beneath the surface of night,  and then,  hushed, hasty unveiling of the rosy dawn. Ah! The reminisces. Linking with Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge Welfare unto all Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗