Whispering Thoughts

On the fifth day of Navratri, we honor Skandamata, the goddess of wisdom and nourishment, while also aligning with the throat chakra (Vishuddha)—the center of communication and truth. Often, our words falter, and our thoughts remain clouded. Yet, beneath hesitation and uncertainty lies clarity and divine expression, revealed through devotion and prayer. This poem reflects the journey from doubt to spiritual eloquence, guided by the grace of the Goddess. Words falter,  hazy, blurred expressions,  havering in our minds, and underneath this veil,  clarity and passion, with prayers.  Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

As the grand festival of Mandi Shivratri concludes, the heart holds a mix of gratitude and longing. This poem reflects the emotions of bidding farewell to the deities and celebrations, yet finding strength in the unwavering faith that Shiva remains with us beyond the festivities. Just as devotees depart, carrying His blessings, this poem serves as a prayer—trusting in His divine strength, knowing that today and tomorrow remain safe in His eternal embrace. So long my dear friend.  so long, and until then,  strong in Thy strength,  safe in Thy hold. in Thee do we trust,  our todays and tomorrows. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

This devotional piece is a loose adaptation of the revered "Deh Shiva Bar Mohe Ih" composition, reimagined for the sacred celebrations of Mahashivratri. In this heartfelt invocation, the devotee passionately pleads for divine strength, courage, and unwavering commitment to righteousness, even in life's fiercest battles. Embracing the timeless spirit of Lord Shiva, the poem encourages a relentless pursuit of good deeds and an enduring bond with the divine, even as mortal life fades into dust. Bless me, oh Supreme Master!  Grant me this boon that I may never sidestep from doing good deeds. That beyond all fears, I may have the courage to face every battle of my life and I may have the faith too,  that by Thy grace, I shall win them all. That I may teach myself to be hungry always, to be greedy,  for singing Thy glories. And that I may not forsake Thee even in the eventide of my life.  That when my mortal self turns to dust,  I should still be fighting hard to hold...

Just as the cuckoo waits patiently for the soothing kiss of rain to bring relief and salvation, so too does my spirit yearn for a divine embrace that offers spiritual solace. In this haiku, nature’s tender moment becomes a metaphor for inner longing—an appeal for renewal, hope, and transcendent comfort. It invites us to reflect on our own search for spiritual relief, finding inspiration in nature’s ephemeral yet profound, truly transformative, embrace. The pied cuckoo thirsts, waits for the kiss of raindrops. And I wait for Thee. Happy Kiss Day!!! Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Come, let's sing Thy glories, and rejoice in Thy name. In Thy pious chant, a heavenly bliss, the ultimate pleasure. Gradually, our sins are washed. Slowly, our sorrows are erased. Steadily, we are cleansed. Definitely, we are favored. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Gurupurab special thoughts : Springs of your mercy. But blinded by our follies,  dark, dense, our pathways. Thee be the lighthouse by sea,  that guides tossing boats ashore. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these apparents, Shiv and Shakti locked in divine eternal embrace, completing, complementing. Everywhere I look, all this universe, 'tis but a cosmic divine dance. Shiv and Shakti gracefully attuned, to the rattling pellet drum. Hark! The rhythm. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Thee knows our rights and wrongs. Our ins, outs in Thy hand. All bits, each grain of sand, thrives by Thy grace. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all Rab Rakha 

Under the wings of faith, we dwell on Thy hymns, songs. Thee impairs all our wrongs. Our brood rests safe. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all Rab Rakha 

Thy will be my path.  Let me be a sacrifice Unto Thee, my Lord. Ecstasy in Thy true name, Thy glance of grace, I serve Thee. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

A tiny dot,  a speckle in this world,  leading an unworthy life.  Immense Thy grace,  in Thy recall,  I flourish and prosper.  I come to Thy door,  seeking a glimpse of Thy magnificent form.  For all those  who serve You with faith and belief,  are ferried across.  Jis neech kao ko-ee na jaanai Naam japat uho chaho kunt maanai Darshan maagao day-eh pi-aaray Tumaree sayvaa kaun kaun na taaray Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

And wherever Thee chooses to reside, wherever Thee halts and rests, that place, that soil, that piece of land becomes sanctified, blessed and piously beautiful. And those who believe in Thy glory, Thy faithful humble servants,  seek out that place. Devotedly, they touch the ground,  and smear their foreheads with the dust of Thy feet,  reveling in Thy grace. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

 In the burning cauldrons,  through the humming saws,  across the poles -  wrapped in cotton and set aflame,  and in the swift strike of tyrant's sword...  Thy hymnical glories resonate. For when Thy hallowed,  and superlatively glorious name,  seeps into our hearts,  we are boundlessly blessed,  abundantly enriched with unparalleled contentment.  And in Thy remembrance...  Thy grace be...Thy merciful glance be... we know no strife or suffering. Raam naam ur mai gahio jaa kai sam nahee koi|| Jeh simrat sankat mitai daras tuhaaro hoi|| Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

A chapter from the life of Guru Nanak, The Light : Part - 1 Reveling in conjugal bliss with the Light, she walks on the path, wise and right. Her life perfect, euphoric and joyous. Meaningful too, not shallow nor pompous. Oft she dwells on the Supreme absolute, sits with laity and sings hymns to the lute. Questions the blinding ritualistic grasps, raises the parish beyond worldly clasps. Serves the congregation with utmost love, follows His Word from the heavens above.   Part - 2 And thus she lives as days pass by, saintly, exalted figure, people doth deify. Sulakhni, they call her, the virtuous one. In the Light, she finds, her midnight sun. Sincere and earnest, her faith is rewarded. She says, it happens – this boon is awarded. Part - 3   There are zealots there and scoffers too, plenty of them, jeering at all that you do. And so a bunch of cynics is waiting today, to test her faith, to mock and downplay. Skilled ascetics, with powers immense, elements they control with prac...

Grey and blues of skies.  Constant rhythmic reminder,  of Thy gracious glance.  Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma. Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Serene, clear blue skies,  hidden behind swirling mists.  Beauty of Thy plan. Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

The wandering souls...  lost cows waiting for Thy flute to steer us homewards. Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot Welfare unto all Rab rakha 

 All that unfolds here is by Thy orders.  And all that happens here tastes like sweetest nectar.  And all that I seek,  all that this humble servant desires,  is the ability to dwell on Thy name.  Thy pious, magnanimous, hallowed name.  At all times.  In all times.  Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 

Smattering, our word stock, dear! Umpteen Thy names, we revere. Immense Thy glories and grace.  Jargons...sketchy for Thy praise. Linking with Eugi's Weekly Prompt Linking with Scripture and a Snapshot

I tried to translate a bit of gurbani that I thought resonates with the pious occasion. Heartiest greetings for Ganesha Chaturthi.  Welfare unto all  Rab rakha 🤗 🤗 🤗