The poet
Mahabharata was woven by Vyasa
Valmiki filled the cup with Ramayana rasa!
Beauty against beast their topics
The tragic tale of two epics!
Rishis perceived Reality Ultimate
Their literary creations fascinate
The readers and writers alike
To keep Consciousness awake!
Epics shed light on Light of Light
Critics see That as sight of sights!
Embraced by bliss and raptures,
The manifest God, their vision captures!
For visionaries, Creator is the poet!
Revolutionary, silent and quit;
Universe whole is His poetry,
Seen in cosmic order and symmetry!
The poem
Mused Seshadri Mahan:
“A poem is a bridge
Between God and man.”
His sword has poetic edge!
His poem is food for thought
For those in samsara caught!
“Body falls, remainder is soul fiery”
Poetic message is “Sesha” theory!
His mantra is of welfare word
And tantra to save the world!
His yantra-sree is talisman
For trouble–free life of man
He holds the scale even
But tilts it in favour of forlorn!
Ocean of kindness He is
His blessings we get with ease!
The patron
Whither Mountain path
Without Arunachaleswara!
There’s no aftermath
Without the innate Iswara!
Whither material line
Bereft of spiritual in fine?
There’s no matter of writ
Without the Cosmic Spirit!
Whither creative force
Sans Supreme Creator?
There’s no clumsy course
In creation simpliciter!
Whither Big Bang
Without the Lord’s will?
There’s no chance song
Big is small in His mill!
Whither cage beautiful
Without the central parrot?
There’s no knowledge useful
Sans Patron Mother in Chariot!
One intent on crime and strife
Knows no rhyme in life
By failing indeed to fathom
The cheer of Cosmic rhythm!
One bent on auctorial puerility
Has room none for rhyme of reality
By failing to see divine cause
In the ring of rhythmic pause
Rhyme is the symphony of sound
The seed with which it is bound
Rhythm is harmony of repetition
Lotus opening and manifestation!
Rhyme and rhythm
The poet’s material is a jungle,
Vast in variety and verisimilitude
But the impact is a jingle,
The joyful product a beatitude!
From the jungle to the jingle
There’s a world of wilderness
Thoughts chiselled by hand of angel
And ideas chained to harness!
Sound similar is the rhyme
Band regular is the rhythm
Identity inspires the former
Recurrence rules the latter!
Constant are planetary rotations
Instantly phenomenal the revolutions
Lord created universal rhyme
Celestial rhythm is measure of time!
In poet’s mind ideas revolve
Creative imaginations its resolve!
Verse and universe rhyme together
Both creations bound by divine tether!
Whither poems and poets
Devoid of lovers and pets?
There is nothing to chase
Bar the Reader’s base!
Whither poetic fiction
Whither musical diction?
There’s no poetic phase
Bereft of Guru’s grace!
Nada Brahman
The flutter of bird’s wings,
The platter of bell rings,
Melody of man’s musings,
Have strings strange of character
But bring one to Nada Brahman’s nectar!
An unusual insignia
Of Onomatopoeia
The Figure of Speech
For those who beseech-
The sound suggesting
The inner meaning-
Lies in contrivance fine
Of a sound line
And to meditate over
Its subtle tower
For journey resolute
To realize The Absolute!
Ecstasy reigns supreme
As inner light begins to beam
Sound emerges from Mover Prime
Like the rhythm of the beat
That reverberates in the heart
Or the ring of the Atman
That rhymes with the Brahman!
Song of the elephant
O Vinayaka! Do I live for a hundred years
With your grace and blessing aside?
Save me from poachers’ constant fears
Before they take me for a ride!
Their rhymes to you as elephant-headed
Gajamukha! You are their worthy God
Keep me away from all the dreaded
Before I reach rhythmic end of fraud!
O Lord! My head is turning
By the crushing weight of my pride!
Ideas foul inside are churning,
On my price here, far and wide!
Living or dead, same value I command
What’s your price, O Man, after life?
What value does your deed demand
Or is it tale of inglorious strife?
What care I if my tusks aren’t of ivory?
I would welcome ones made of wood!
To keep away from Cruelty’s treachery
That could leave me forlorn or dead!
My leg is cut for display as show-piece
My tusk for use in handicrafts fine!
My parts in peril and so my peace
O Lord Vinayaka! Unleash your force divine!
Rhyme of the rose
My name is Rose
Imposingly I pose
As queen of flowers
In fantasia of colours!
Different from thorn
My bud is born
As dean of flowers
In earthly towers!
As the red rose
I am very close
To paradise of lovers
As choicest of flowers!
I am the poet’s choice
The Vedantin’s voice
Petals portray destiny
Thorn the inner mutiny!
I adorn the garden
The ‘Varsity warden
The lovers’ nature
The flower culture!
I stand for softness
In world of wilderness!
My quality is defined
May you be refined!
I bedeck the deity
With devotees’ piety
In temples many
As sweet honey!
There is no strife
As love is life
I am the power
Behind flowery cover!
I’m the peace maker
If you are a taker!
As symbol of peace
World has new lease!
Aroma is my fort
Destination your sport!
Fragrance I spread
You pick up the thread!
The lotus rhythm
Who am I?
Have an eye!
For flowery impetus
Here I’m as lotus!
Do you look aside
A lotus-eyed?
Or get elated
At a lotus-faced?
Celestial damsels
Beautiful angels
Bear my name
For their flame!
Rain-dew droplets
Shine as topaz lights
On petals mine
Like detachment fine!
Likened to Lord’s feet
My life isn’t effete!
Surrendering is feat
To Guru’s lotus feet!
I’m the mother’s face
The poet so says!
My petal ruminates
Her face radiates!
My birth in quagmire
Stirs brain of fire!
Low may be the genesis
But beautified by Nemesis!
Kings lose kingdom
By love of quackdom!
Low one becomes sire
Like I rise from mire!
Blossoming phenomenon
Is the sine qua non!
It is a flowery way
To spiritual gay!
Goddess of wealth
Of monetary health
As Perfection’s acme
Is in me as Lakshmi!
In the microcosm
And the macrocosm
I’m the seat of Atman
And the beat of Brahman!
As Kundalini’s abode
I’m the spiritual guide!
Show your mettle
By passing the petal!
“Through lotus”, poets say,
“Discover imprisoned ray!”
Petals have their way
In holding you at bay!
In Muladhara core
I have petals four!
In petalled Swadhishtana
Six make Adhishtana!
In Manipura den
Petals rise to ten!
In Anahata delve
Petals divided to twelve!
Vishuddi in region throat
Sixteen petals float!
Two-petalled Ajna
Is passport to jnana!
High in Sahasraara
Amidst the aurora,
Scintillating as Atman
Stays supreme Brahman!
EPILOGUE
In the Lord’s sport
Vishnu ran short
Of a lotus to offer
In His puja proper!
What did he proffer?
Plucking his lotus eye
To please his capital “I”
Placed it on Lord, to prosper!
The vibgyor rhyme
Violet is indeed the colour prime
Vibgyor flowers reign supreme!
Indigo is indicator of shade ego
Ikebana, innovator of show and bow!
Blue is for the beautiful lily
Brilliant being its flower ally!
Green shade makes memory green
Get-up and artistry sure to be seen!
Yellow colour gives golden facade
Yonder in Heaven, flowers don’t fade!
Orange reminds fruit of arrangement!
Oriental philosophy brings fulfilment!
Red is the flower to attract attention
Robust is the ruse in its composition
“J” for Jasmine!
Jasmine smell joins jay-walkers
Jarring note there’s none from takers!
Jaunting is its aromatic rarity
Jaundiced viewers too perceive purity!
Jargons in parlance enhance its beauty
Jazz rhythmic can’t sing with surety!
Jewel-free flower’s name is Jasmine
Jealous fragrance its fame, not mine!
Jejune manifestation it knows not
Jerky asymmetrical rhyme never its lot!
Jungle rustics may jibe in jeopardy
Jasmine isn’t one to join the parody!
Jokes and clowns can’t incite titters
Jove frowns in Heaven on poetic jitters!
Judge the flower spotless, denuded of irony
Jasmine smell symbolic of upward journey!
Rhythm of sun-flower
My name to conjure with is sun-flower
And my fame is venture to help the fun lover!
Like the solar disc I stand above my Creator
With an inner core as if from cosmic reactor!
Invisible to Earth is far side of lunar territory
Imperceptible to Sun is mystic back of Mercury!
My back side too isn’t exposed to Sun
As if axial rotation equals the orbital one!
Rhythmic beauty marks my features outer
Symbolic piety is oil from my micro-oyster!
Pass the petal with a rhyme to reach my core
My gold metal is indeed on peripheral fore!
Petal seem too many like the Atman
But the metal reality is unity of Brahman!
Paramatman
The one worthy of worship,
As per Vedic proclamation,
Vocal focus of unearthly ‘gossip’
Is verily the Paramatman!
The one reachable by Yama-Niyama,
Amenable to Pratyahara and and Pranayama,
Dhyana, Samadhi and levitation
Is the subtlest Paramatman!
Subtler than seeds of the banyan,
Smaller than the smallest grain,
Like Hairy End’s millionth fraction
Is the subtlest Paramatman!
The spiritual aspirant’s aahaara,
Cause of gochaara, effect of vichaara,
Of the principle of transcendence
Paramatman is the very essence.
Elusive to grasp of sensory organ,
Exceeding limits of literary jargon,
Imperceptible to intellectual domain,
Is the Paramatman’s reign!
Beyond lilting rings of the rhyme,
Beyond recurring beats of the rhythm,
Prime pursuit of sadhaka supreme,
Is indeed the Paramatman!
Purusha Supreme
Bereft of beginning or end
Beyond the Universal bend
Cause of creation and the legend
Exceeding man’s power to mend
Pain and pleasure of every trend
That dries not
Burns not
Impermeable
Indestructible
All-pervading
All-conquering
Cause of all rage
And camouflage
Defying description
Idea for inscription
Maker of movement in the world
And of planets hurled
Mover of time
But no lover of crime
Power par excellence
Personification of silence
Is the Vedic Purusha
The Parama Purusha!
Night Sun in Arunachala!
The morning sun has bright eye lashes
But the night moon has none!
The beauty of the day vanishes
With the inexorable setting sun!
The night moon has pouring milk and honey
But the midday sun has none!
Tasters of milk and honey transitory, like money,
With the inevitable setting moon!
There is no place in cosmos fine
Where day sky shows lunar lashes!
But night sky in Arunachala has solar rays
Visible only to the very divine!
Yonder there at the foot is Sadguru’s shrine
With Mahan Seshadri as beacon light!
In wonder of the world, shishyas bathe in line,
In the Ocean of Kindness, peace in sight!
The jewel
Does jewelry cause delusion?
Or, does it bring about an illusion
About inner realities
The external inanities
The outer misconceptions
Internal embellishments
Niceties that are nugatory
Temptations transitory
Beautification of the physical frame
Or the innate soul of metaphysical frame?
Body is the wearer
Soul the watcher!
Gems and jewels,
Diamonds in duels
Rubies and sapphire stones
In sparkling tones
Their puzzling reflections
Rhythmic radiations
Dazzling topaz lights
Make bewitching sights!
The yellow metal shines
But the wearer whines!
Diamonds can cut
Hardness may hurt
As these shapely ones have no heart!
Curved lines of the jewel
Sharply in tune with labyrinthic coil
For the inner turmoil
Of the Kundalini that sleeps
And the Jeevan that weeps!
What do I ever care
If I’ve no jewelry to wear?
O Sadguru Seshadri Swami I swear!
For me, it is no joke if I reveal
That you are the jewel!
The vision
Is seeing believing?
Does it rhyme with reasoning?
One who sees oneself in others
One’s vision wedded to their welfare offers
To “cut ice”
As one bears the Atman’s eyes!
Not empty looks
But the In-dweller’s copy books!
Not devoid of depth
But soul-ful load of health:
“Samadarshanaha Sarvatra”
That is the Vedantic mantra!
Equality of vision
That is the Sadguru’s passion!
The voice of spiritual vitality
For witnessing the Ultimate Reality!
That’s the rhyme Vedic
The rhythm Cosmic!
The secret power!
The nectar of immortality-
Those who drank with felicity
Brahma, Indra and others in a way similar
Carry a mortal fear singular
That seems to chase them fast
Like the speed superlative of deer in forest
The apprehension of impending death
And the figurative gasping for breath
Barring the unique one
Who drank the deadly poison,
With rhythmic ease,
To extend others’ life and lease,
That came up from the bosom of the Ocean
At the time ancient of its churning
Only to pose a problem burning!
What saved the Lord’s life pivotal
O divine Mother, was the force vital,
The power spiritually illimitable
Scientifically indescribable
Of your ear rings divya
And verily your Mangalya!
The Durga rhythm
O Durga! Divine Mother famous!
Prostrations to your lovely feet lotus!
In Mount Kailas you are seated with grit,
And in three worlds runs your writ!
Amidst myriad topaz lights lies the Himalayan home
The crown of your abode is the hilly dome!
You adorn the dharmic throne,
Dispensing justice for karmic’s criminal tone!
Surrounded ever by paragons of bhakti,
And fifty primordial powers like Dakini Shakti!
Armed with energy illimitable
Besides power invincible!
You are revered by Rahu, the Dragon’s head
The serpentine deity as it is said!
O Durga! Lunar crescent adorns your crown,
On evil doers you are known to frown!
Your body beautiful is but one of mantra,
Sound bastion is the secret tantra!
Dispeller of darkness and disease,
Destroyer of demons you are with ease!
Hailed in your peaceful form books!
As Lakshmi, Saraswathi of elegant looks!
As Vidya, Parama and Paradevata!
Shonkari, Ganga and Gambhiradevata!
Whilst in your form not at all mild
As Jwalamukhi and the volcanic wild!
With red and bloodshot eyes,
You aren’t cool or cold as ice!
O Durga! You are an image of beauty,
“Daarunaprabha”, page of pitiful plenty!
And in the opposite role of ire,
Fuming with smoke and fire!
After many a victorious battle,
With rakshasas of hard core metal,
You are hailed as Chamundeswari,
Chamundi, in the role of Iswari!
As Bhadrakali, Shumbadamani, Mantrni,
Nishumbahantri and Mahishasura-mardini!
As champion of kings, you are the succour,
And as Rajarajeswari, the king maker!
Conferrer of name and fame
But not hesitant to wield the fiery flame!
O Durga! Bent you are on banishing poverty
Ailments, irksomeness and impecuniosity
Devi, you are the in-dwelling balaa
Of all – Nada, Bindu and Kalaa!
You are the ultimate reality and ripple
And also one transcending the principle!
The primordial nature and beyond
Of manifest and unmanifest brand!
The centre you are Vedic secret,
And the target of Vedantic pursuit!
Hence as revellers in Vedic knowledge
We have to reach you passing over Razor’s Edge!
Bless us, Devi par excellence!
You are Divinity, pure effulgence!
Dahlia’s rhyme!
I’m the spiritual queen
Of flowers you haven’t seen!
My colours have been
To ensure place of the Dean!
I have my own honey-comb
Creation is in my womb!
The touchstone of the tomb
In Brahma Samadhi I’m benumbed!
I have the galactic hole
And God has given one a role!
Sole purpose to spell out a dole
And make you know His pole!
My each petal is an entity
Thousand ones show creativity!
All in apparent diversity
But Brahman and Atman in unity!
You can guess I’m dahlia
The flower that verily sends
One and all to regalia
And to the bower that bends!
Prayer time
The sun rises on point of time
Breeze blows a blade thicker
Breakfast brought to my succour
And I embark for my daily dime!
Routine fills my working hours
Strain and drudgery marketing the nerves
The Sun sets on point of time
And crestfallen I return home!
Sleep overtakes me with nightfall
With undercurrents of thought to befall
And another day dawns, Oh, Saviour
Without offering my fervent prayer!
Reward!
The Sun sheds its rays
Nature has its ways
Waters flow down the hill
At the Almighty’s will!
The Moon throws its light
Without expecting a bit
Vanaspati gets vitality!
From lunar hospitality!
Moving clouds shower rain
The growing crops gain
Life on earth they sustain
Strife for living to contain!
Men build monuments
To serve, have arguments
But how many do my Lord
Without desiring a reward?
Values
The sweetness of honey
Is not known to the flower;
The value of money
Is not known to the miser!
The timing ring of school
Is not heard by the bell!
The value of the pearl!
Is not known to the shell!
Aromatic smell of incense
Isn’t felt by the stick
Quality of widening fragrance
Isn’t known to sandal bark!
Ripples
Poetic rhyme
Repetitive chime
Symbolic of meaning
Is literary lining!
Cosmic rhythm
Difficult to fathom
Vedic facet
Is creation secret!
Masterly fiction
Musical diction
Lend spicy lime
To literary rhyme!
Oceanic waves
In mental caves
Cause pauses rhythmic
And ripples Vedantic!
The seventh enemy!
Enemies traditional are six
They place all in a fix!
There is a seventh in Kali’s age
That fills you with rage!
The foremost is desire
It ditches one in mire!
The second is sort of ire
That puts one in pot of fire!
The third is miserliness
Throwing light on weakness!
Attachment to globe material
Brings obstacles to goal spiritual!
Arrogance and illusion,
Delusion mar one’s vision!
The sixth foe is jealousy
Strange bedfellow of fallacy!
The seventh suspicion
That bites like the scorpion!
Suspect a saint never
Or lose grace divine for ever!
And suspect a true sage
Annihilation says the adage!
Pomegranates!
Glittering ‘gems’
‘Grown’ on greens
Like tiny grapes,
Peaches and plums,
Pearls of shapes,
Jewels too,
Adorn you,
Conferrer of mukti,
O Parashakti!
When you smile,
Lips open awhile
And lo!
To them I bow:
Your teeth bright
Sparkling white!
But after the chew
‘Fire’ they spew
So they seem
Great I deem!
But the flame,
O Divine dame!
Glitters and flutters
Like chosen items
Of pomegranates gems!
Your ‘mouthpiece’
Is a masterpiece!
The rose thorn
I am the Rose thorn
Close to one’s scorn!
Have I committed a sin
For my piercing pin?
My angelic off-shoot
I like the flowery ‘fruit’
From bottom of root
Through rose is one’s loot!
I love no ire
Like the lotus quagmire!
I have no jitters
As I’m above waters!
Friends I have none
Bar the Vedantic one
The yogic gun
And the poetic Pun!
Vedantin compares hedge
To the razor’s edge
The Upanishadic lesson
For people to learn!
The yogi goes further,
Squats on my stretcher!
To prove the concept
Of example and precept!
Poet goes farthest
Penning universe best
About my thorn worst
Praising my sharp crest!
Thanks to the Trinity
They are my divinity!
They all have humility
And Advaitic unity!
Your property I protect
And thieves I detect
Florists come to collect
Onlookers don’t see my defect!
Prahlada was a thorn
For his father each morn!
Thorns prevent excess
They ensure success!
God gives me a duty
To create a rose beauty!
Quagmire creates the lotus
And that is our hiatus!
The cobra needs me
To cast off its foil
Man meditates on me
To cast off his coil!
Serpent power in man
Wakes not with a kick!
To reach lotus clan,
He needs my prick!
Diamond cuts diamond
Poison cures poison
I’m always in demand
As thorn removes thorn!
Anatomy of anger
Enlightened one!
Anger kills men;
Conquest of ire
Bales them out of fire!
Flame is cause of all,
Man’s rise or fall!
Whoever subdues anger
Verily is bound to prosper!
For one unable to zoom
Ire spells the doom!
The irritable one
Is a veritable sinner!
Sans introspection,
‘Speaks’ many a dagger
Even to one’s preceptor!
For one knows not
Distinctions between
Wrong and right
That have been
Seen in sense of light!
The angry one
Has control none
Over vehicle of expression
There’s total suppression
Of the rhyme of reason!
Record it is of crime or treason
Of the tongue foul,
Unedifying to soul!
The angry one
May kill innocent men
And worship a criminal
To invite punishments capital!
Uncontrolled anger
Is cause of disaster;
Unable to ride or hide
May well commit suicide!
Knowing the defects
And evil effects,
Innate in irate frame,
Spewing fire and flame,
The learned precious
Eschew ire material,
Goals spiritual!
Do not think like the weak
The eschewers are meek!
Only the brave renounce
What they denounce
The anger accursed
They have conquered,
With difficulty great
Without a date!
Do you know
There’s no ‘tit’ for ‘tat’?
Against the angered one
Retaliation shall be none!
Both provoker and provoked
Are from fear mortal saved!
The one in tranquillity
Is doctor of divinity!
Reason shall rule the weak
And the irrational meek!
If the story enters fray,
The weak lose the ray
With self-defeating ire
To fire the quagmire!
The indiscriminate at length
Ignorant of enemy’s strength
Impelled by anger
Is overpowered by danger:
Of death like sheep
Slaughtered in a bleep!
Eluded by earth,
Rejected by heaven
Those, with a weak frame
Are themselves to blame
The present is dark for weak
And the future bleak!
Hence the weak at once
Must display indulgence!
The wise, be he strong,
Can never be wrong
In refusing to retaliate
Despite suffering from the irate!
Bliss he can enjoy
In exalted world ahoy!
The knowing one
Whether weak, strong or none,
Must pardon trouble-ranger
In times too of danger!
Know that the righteous
Adore the one conquering anger!
Who but the pardoning one beauteous
Is the real victor?
Exalted is expression truthful
Falsehood befits the banal!
Wickedness is behaviour bad
But kindness superlative fad!
So is attitude indulgent
Altitude of argument cogent!
Having banished anger,
Can any give it a harbour?
Anger is spurned by righteous
Harbouring it is unrighteous!
Who is a “Thejasavi?”
With positions topsy-turvy,
One in frame inner
Has room none for anger!
He is the one scholars think
Is the “Thejasvi” they link
With the philosophical lot,
The conqueror’s slot!
He is the one by circumspection,
When carried away by provocation,
Composes on own to befits scholars call
As indeed a “Thejasvi” tall!
Introspection is beyond the angry;
Things to come are outside armoury
Right and wrong seem quackdom,
Insensitive to words of wisdom!
The non-scholarly express
That anger is the Thejas!
The roar of Rajasic temper
Is war and world terminator!
The good should discard
The angry frame and post a placard!
Fortunate is the virtues,
Refusing to give up, the righteous!
Non-wicked one! The unwise
And the ignorant ones likewise
Violate norms of virtue and pardon
Should you follow their run?
If there were no men by chance
Sporting Bhu-devi’s tolerance
Would world be poorer for peace?
As anger can ruin the universe!
Whither result of anger
It can only spell danger!
If everyone reacts to wrath,
What will be the aftermath?
The world reels under pressure,
Of pollution and family fissure,
Chaotic with a wicked force,
Verily deleterious to world peace!
Envy principle of mercy
For compromise with the icy
And for mutual friendliness
Throw imbalance to wilderness!
Tyrant rulers of mercy bereft
Will spell doom to the rest!
If only to avoid ruin worst
Eschew anger for result best!
Whither world without the kind,
Those bereft of pardonable mind?
Birth and safety of living humanity
Sustained by the kind fraternity!
Quality of mercy give up not
In times terrific or bad lot
‘Tis the trait of excuse and pardon
That directs the life of wise one!
The learned and great are unstung
By comments of the strong
Or harassed but unprovoked piece
As an image of rock and peace!
Strong one resisting provocation
Prospers here and attains salvation!
One stung by anger, unable to smother,
Finds misery in this, and the other!
Quality of mercy
Kashyapa spells Mercy’s “marma”
Quality of mercy is man’s “dharma”
Displaying the attribute is “dharana”
Mercy personified is Vedic scripture
One knowing this rises to ancient culture!
Mercy is Brahman and verily the truth,
Foundation for future and present path,
In world’s operations aftermath !
Mercy is the root of moral fabric,
Indistinguishable from austerity Vedic!
Secrecy lies in earth’s tolerance
Of weight of anger and man’s existence!
The merciful get more than others,
The permanent abode of Brahman
Mercy is spiritual glow of strong masters!
For the Thejasvi, mercy Brahman
And for the faithful, truth is the one!
Pursuit of principle is sacrifice;
Mercy is essence of tolerance and peace!
Whatever in principle of pardon
Is installed truth and Brahman,
Sacrifice and the worlds all,
Can it be given up, whatever the fall?
One shouldn’t whatever the call!
Merciful should the scholar be
With eyes of pardon should he see!
With capacity to excuse humanity
He will visualize Ultimate Reality!
Like flames of fire, ire flares;
Who tames provocative fares?
Whoever does it joins the merciful
Creator Brahma’s world blissful!
Quality of mercy is dharma main
Reasons point to man’s domain!
Principles are for paragons of pardon,
By Kashyapa’s song and commendation!
Deeds are to be qualified by mercy
Needs merciful are rhymes we see
Quality maintained is the rhythm
Faithfully so did the rishis fathom!
PART –II – Vedantic rhymes
Invocation to Sree Dakshinamurthy
Let the thejasic keerthi
Known as Dakshinamurthy
Of teachings symbolic
In proclamations Vedic
And essence Vedantic
Stay in our say
To show the way!
Avidya and Maya
Two things there have been
Differently they mean:
The seer and the seen!
Onlooker is the Brahman
Object of sight is illusion,
That’s the Vedantic proclamation!
Due to Avidya phenomenon,
Brahman is camouflaged as Jeevan
And as Iswara due to Maya.
Atman transcends ignorance
Brahman beyond illusion
So does Vedanta envision
“Maya I’m not, nor its function
I am verily the Paramatman
The witnessing one!
Salvation to our dictates of times”
Says the Vedantic rhyme
If we know this illusion!
It isn’t correct to say
The five sheaths in illusion lay
Maya is no meaningless bay!
Knowledge scientific is Vedantic
And the witnessing Atman
Is verily the all-knowing Brahman!
Knowledge at the Self
Difficulty there’s none
In knowing the tenth person!
By the same token
All bottlenecks are broken
In knowing oneself as Brahmatman:
That’s the Vedantic proclamation!
Delightful it is for one
Who has know only nine
To know the tenth person!
Intensely happy and fine
For Jeevan to attain the Brahman,
Is the Vedantic proclamation!
Know that bodily covers nine
Are the nine persons in fine!
But unreal is the group of nine
So to silence settle down
For residual collective Atman
As per Vedantic proclamation!
The tenth defied His sign
To one knowing only the nine!
Distinct from objects likewise
Atman is not known by unwise
Hail freedom from bondage
Without fail, to Vedantic message!
The Atman and the form
Parabrahman, the Atman of all beings
Is the Atman of one who hears!
There’s difficulty none specific
According to proclamation Vedantic
In understanding having the last say!
Being a Sat-chit-ananda self
Atman is the Brahman itself!
So does Vedantic rhyme proclaim!
The knowledge of the claim
Lies in knowing the meanings
By mastery over Vedic teachings!
If knowledge of this isn’t cast
‘Tis as if life itself is lost!
For one who has known this too
Life Is fulfilment true!
For the knower, Atman is not far
Proclamation Vedantic places it on par!
Ah! There’s no further delusion
As clearly we fashion our vision:
“The Atman itself is the Brahman!”
Sruti’s drum beats banish our fears
Their resonant rhymes of bygone years
Are still reverberating in our ears!
Iswara
Be it known there are two forms
‘Tis agreed to by all norms!
‘Samashti’ is collective macrocosm
‘Vyashti’ is individual microcosm
Collective lord is the Iswara-atman
Individual one is the Jeeva-atman!
Whither salvation without Iswara’s grace!
Will to attain flows from His rays!
Not by deeds with motives gainful
Nor by actions impelled by the painful
Rewards unexpected are boons to boost
Rhythm Vedantic rules the roost!
Karma, Upasana and Jnana
Know the duet of jnana and Karma
Jnana is product of intellectual dharma
Karmic action of the doer’s marma!
Know that ‘jnana’ is needed knowledge
Karma created, not salvation, but a wedge!
Rhythm jostles jnani to pass over razor’s edge!
Whither efforts of the experts
The scholars and scholarly excerpts
The learned and plethora of fetters?
Karmic approach futile brings fetters!
Berefit of Brahmajnana, they are nugatory,
Aloft is the rhyme of Vedantic territory!
Whither Karma’s place and Vedic structure?
‘Tis tool for purity mental and culture!
Upasana has a place and voice
That of achieving concentration and poise!
But Brahmajnana for reaching salvation
Is the rhythm of Vedantic proclamation!
Fire of knowledge burns piles of past,
Of karma and its future fast!
Ire of karma from incurable slot
Is consumable by living through the lot!
What isn’t curable is endurable,
Rhyming harshly with Vedantic rubble!
One in state of detachment constant
And pursuit of Atman as sole intent
Steadfast and to a complete extent
Profits neither by deeds righteous,
Loses not by actions unrighteous!
That’s the Vedic assertion virtues!
Whither possession of mere nomenclature?
Names lead not to salvation culture!
Whither pursuit of karma and upasana?
Nugatory is proposal bereft of jnana;
For light of salvation rhyme to dawn
Knowledge of the Brahman is sine qua non!
Piles of karma for pleasures worldly,
Or for hopeful enjoyments heavenly
End up in experiences harrowing!
Happiness elusive sires sorrowing.
Raving for Brahman shall be the rhyme
Replacing Karma with it the eternal rhythm!
Whither places of return after death?
Who are those that revisit the earth?
Fanatics of karma do come back
Dynamics of levity upasakas back!
Jnanis do not return to earthly tool
The rhythm reality of Vedantic rule!
There are indirect and unreal fruits!
Karma brings them by virtue of roots,
There are direct and realistic ones:
Jnana generates rewarding runs!
Vedantic rhythm justifies the rhyme,
Vedic proclamation validates the claim!
“Dvija” is the ‘twice-born’ called by merit
Of following functions by scriptures ruled,
“Vipra” is the one who fulfils the writ
By practice proper of Vedic lessons hailed!
“Brahmana” is the knower of Brahman verily:
Beat rhythmic is from blower of Vedantic verity!
Pancha Kosha and Pancha Bhuta
Whatever truth pervades bodily sheaths five
Pervades ether and the elemental hive!
Know that in the two, the impact is one
The nature pervasive is feature common!
For beholding them differently, there’s basis none
The rhythm in both follows proclaimed phenomenon!
Whatever quality is manifestly ingrained
In the sheaths like the body as ordained,
The pervasive one qualifies the elements too
Like the ether, to make the two true!
There’s no basis for difference in viewing them
This is the pattern proclaimed of Vedantic rhythm!
Whatever love is manifestly innate
In sheaths like the body so ornate,
The pervasive one is innate in elements too
Like the ether, to tie up truth in the two!
There’s no basis for beholding it differently
As rhythm of Vedantic rule runs concurrently!
Jeevan
Jeevan is in form of the Brahman!
Brahman manifests himself as Jeevan!
Know that the two make one entity;
Aspirants for salvation should discover identity!
And whoever, does attains the finality
As rhymes Vedantic proclaim this rhythmic unity!
Jeevan is to be viewed as Brahman
Parabrahman takes form of the Jeevan
Vedic proclamation requires this is to be known!
Vedanta wants that this test is won!
Knowledge there shall be the two are one
The knower holds the key to salvation!
Union Of Jeevan and Brahman
Difference there’s none in Jeeva-Brahma norms
Specially so in account of truth and forms!
The truth innate is the same in both
No distinctions can be drawn forth!
Of any discordant rhyme or reason
Know that Vedanta rules out the suggestion!
Difference there’s none in Jeeva-Brahma norms
Specially so account of quality and forms!
Truth innate is quality same in both
Distinctions none can be seen forth!
Vedanta rules out suggestions fair
That quality varies in the blessed pair!
Know that Brahman is the reality stark,
That Universe is far from reality mark!
Vedic proclamation puts Jeevan as Brahman,
Jeevanmukta as the knower of this, the superman,
One who has unfettered oneself from bondage!
From the shackles of corporeal appendage!
Power, Jnana and Love in Panchabhuta
Power is obvious in elements five
Like it is in either in elemental drive
Quality of element remains its domain;
Who is at the back of this power main?
It is the Parabrahman’s manifestation!
So it is according to Vedic proclamation.
Jnana is obvious in elements five
Like it is in ether in elemental drive
Quality of element remains its domain;
Who is at the back of this jnana fine?
It is the Parabrahman’s manifestation!
So it is according to Vedic proclamation.
Congeniality is obvious in elements five
Like it is in ether in elemental drive
Quality of element remains its domain;
Who is at the back of this congenial vein?
It is the Parabrahman’s manifestations!
So it is according to Vedic proclamation.
Difference there’s none in Jeeva-Brahma norms
Specially so on account of love and forms
Love is indeed the quality same in both
Distinctions none can be seen forth!
Love in Jeevan, that in Brahman rhyme together!
Rhythm of their hearts-beats have common tether!
Difference there’s none in Jeeva-Brahma norms
Specially so on account of names and forms!
Unreal is the form and the name
Real are Brahman and Jeevan and their fame!
Rhythm in both no discordant rhyme reveals
Fathom Vedantic proclamations for same levels!
Names and forms aren’t one in fine
Subject to segregation, they lose identity line!
Know that none will have name and form
Norms are in tune with proclamations warm!
No harm done by viewing name and form
Differently as the two have no common arm!
Difference there’s none in Jeevan-Brahman norms
Specially so on account of Pinda, Brahmanda forms
Unreal is the difference between body and universe
Vyashti is the individual insignia in verse
Samashti the collective but not diverse connotation
As the two are but one in Vedantic proclamation!
Universe
Consciousness of the Universe itself,
The jnani withdraws into himself,
His self is the Parabrahman’s seat,
Singing praise of Advaita-atman’s beat,
The Atman bereft of a second,
As by Vedantic lore beckoned!
Subject the Universe to critical test,
To direct creative wonder best,
Indirect dissolution, forces of reverse,
Cogent ones with factors perverse
What remains is the splendour of truth,
The tattva proclaimed as Vedantic fruit!
Brahman
Two things there are in creation:
Jnathru and Jneya in juxtaposition!
One of them sheds light divine,
The other reflects it with pain!
Jnathru is the Brahman, Jneya the universe
This is the essence of Vedantic verse!
Two things there are in creative age:
One gives the self burden of bondage
The other freedom from appendage!
Ajnana puts fetters bereft of bastion,
While jnana brings about liberation!
This is the rhyme of Vedic proclamation.
Two things there are in the world
One that should be intently heard
The other that shouldn’t be heard!
One producing happiness, the other not:
Only Brahman to be heard, the other not a jot!
So rules the rhythm of Vedantic fiat!
Two things the world has bought:
One is singular food for thought,
The other is to be sought not!
One brings relaxation from tension
The other runs one down to exhaustion
Rhyme of thought should be on Parabrahman!
Two things there are for mediation:
One that should be mediated upon,
The other banished to ‘anon!”
Mediation to be on Brahman alone
For deviation, one should atone!
Bereft of Brahman, there’s everything to bemoan!
Unreal are cycles of human life
With full many a streak of strife!
Fleeting is happiness, suddenly turned!
The reason why is should be spurned!
Bone of contention is Brahman’s grace
Vedantic rhyme gives it pride of place!
Pursuits fruitless, words perfunctory,
Arguments not in truthful territory,
Ambitions not exalted but ordinary
Out of one’s life, should be thrown
As only Brahman has to be known
And this is the Vedantic proclamation!
Principles pursued is the Parabrahman!
With form it is the paramount one
Without it the primordial one!
Possessed of qualities, the principle prime,
Bereft of them, it is the one supreme
And this is voice Vedantic on cosmic rhythm!
Need for Brahma Jnana
Practitioner of yoga, the yogi,
Pursuer of pleasures, the bhogi,
Renouncer of world, the thyagi,
All have a benefit in common:
Jnana doubtless leads to salvation
Let jnana rise, says Vedic proclamation!
Easy path Of Brahma Jnana
Beyond defects of camouflaged covers,
Seekers understand hidden powers!
Beyond outer phenomena visible
They comprehend Brahman invincible:
The nature of transcendent principle!
A feature rhythmic of Vedantic ripple!
Bliss from Brahma Jnana
Beneath the pursuit of perpetual pleasure
There is happiness little to be sure!
Troubles incidental are a tremendous run,
But bliss in store is the infinite one
For one immersed in thoughts of the Brahman,
Proclaims the Vedantic rhyme for man!
Money and lender of money, children and wife
Honey of house and brothers are robbers of life!
Happiness without doubt is story brief,
Plunging man into permanent grief!
Bliss from Brahmajana is the sure line
So proclaims the Vedantic rhyme in fine!
From dawn to dusk or rise to sleep
Amidst wandering and work-load heap
Constant should be thoughts of Brahman, deep!
From womb to tomb or cradle to grave,
Death is factor nearest to the brave,
So sounds the rhythm of Vedantic wave!
Seeking refuge in Brahman self-reliant
Free from factors external and defiant
Transcending need for material sort
To bend wavering mind on Brahman’s sport
Tantamounts to reaching all and sundry support,
So says the Voice of Vedanta Vehement.
Brahmajnani’s fulfilment
What remains there to be known
According to Vedantic proclamation
After knowing Sat-chit Ananda,
The bliss of beam called Brahmananda,
As all names aud forms are false?
There’s happiness in the thought run
That there is nothing to be done
Or there is nothing to be known
Bar that everything is Brahman!
In blissful state can stay one
According to Vedantic proclamation!
Whither jnani or others by karma bound
Each tethered by it all round
By force inexorable, karma individual?
Jnani knows factor perpetual
In consonance with Vedantic rhyme
And happily spends his time!
What does the jnani really care
In not laying his scholarship bare
Or even in falling from it unaware?
None at him can any stare,
As truly as per Vedantic proclamation
He has known everything is Paramatman!
Can Karma touch Inner vision bower
Or unreal form of camouflaged cover?
It cannot voice power of Vedic writ
Or touch sanctorum’s moving spirit.
This answer is a negative certainty
As sanctum sanctorum is supreme purity!
The resonance of resounding rhymes
The reverberating voice of Vedic times
The rhythmic beat of Vedantic drum
The mystic pauses of hymn and hum
Haunt opponents with spells of intimidation
But grace rhymes with Dakshinamurthy’s rendition!
Brahman real Universe real
Jagrat, swapna and sushupti are the trinity,
of avasthas influencing till eternity
The three-fold state constitutes playground
For Leelas of Lord all the year round!
That for which the avasthas make the platform
The Vedas declare it is verily the Brahman!
That which doesn’t in the beginning exist
That which doesn’t in the end persist
But manifests in the middle isn’t real!
Vedanta proclaims Universe to be unreal;
Like Brahman, it isn’t bereft of beginning
Nor is it devoid of an ending!
That which exists at the beginning
That which is devoid of an ending
That which manifests not as mere middling
Is the solitary One,the Ultimate Reality,
And it is according to Vedantic verity
The Brahaman bereft of brevity!
Possessed of name is the Universe
Its form points to reality in reverse!
Nothing constant is in world’s verse
Like changing concepts of intimacy!
Vedantic rhymes assert this primacy!
The wise have their vision of the world
To them it looks by magic to be curled!
Vedantic rhymes want it to be unfurled
Verily the world has name and form none
As deeper look reveals this one
So asserts the Vedantic proclamation!
Sadhana for salvation
Two tenets of philosophy there are
Dvaita and Advaita seemingly at war!
Broad spectrum is the Dvaitic school
Subtle stream is the Advaitic rule.
According to Vedantic proclamation
Advaitic path leads to salvation!
Disabilities to be destroyed are six;
Hunger and thirst put us in fix
Sorrow and possessiveness in a mix
Ageing or death is one that kicks!
Attachment and attitudes must give way for Brahman
As by knowing It there is salvation!
Conquering enemies like ire and desire
Classifying sheaths like prana of fire
Possessing and practising sadhanas four
Like commonsense and renunciation to the fore
Restraint and salvation start to pour
Form Jeeva-Brahma unity to Advaitic entity!
Make sure the body you are not
Ensure you aren’t possessed of bodily pot
But you are witness to body’s blot!
Benefits there will be from realization
Bereft of birth and death denomination,
Blows the trumpet of Vedantic proclamation!
Reasoning that of prana you aren’t a bit
That you are the God witnessing it
Realization of this to wit
Helps you to have hunger and thirst cut!
A shot in the arm this will put
According to light of Vedantic merit!
Reasoning that you aren’t the mind
That you are the witness to its wind
Realization helps you to find
The vanishing point of sorrow
The banishing turn for possessive row
According to writing on Vedantic brow!
Reasoning that you aren’t the intellect
But the God who is its witness
Will help you to recollect
You aren’t really the doer
And the felling of emptiness
According to merit of Vedantic pellet!
Reasoning that you aren’t Ignorance
But God Witnessing its dark stance;
Will help you to banish misfortune
As ignorance affects all fortune!
Reasoning is at the bottom of banishment
According to essence of Vedantic argument!
Introspection and self-examination
That you are the witnessing Almighty
Will help you to attain liberation
Acquire scholarship and learning mighty.
Realization of this vital distinction
Is in tune with Vedantic proclamation!
Realization you aren’t maya or illusion
Nor even its function
But the witnessing Paramatman
Will arm you with a clout
And help to attain salvation beyond doubt
The way flowers of Vedantic verity sprout!
Liberation lies in Unified vision
Of perceiving Jeevan and Brahman as one
Bondage lies in perceiving duality
Non-differentiation shows Ultimate Reality
This is the essence of philosophies all
And quintessence of Vedantic tattva tall!
Attachment to name and nomenclature
And to outside forms and outer stature
Constitutes samsara or bondage
Display of unified vision
In Sat-chit-ananda state is liberation
According to Vedantic proclamation!
Possession of mere religious patronage,
Verbal pretences of Vedantic adage
Or of embellishments external
Bereft of Atmajnana internal
Will never lead one to salvation!
This is the basic Vedantic proclamation
Everything is Brahman of Sat-chit-ananda state
In everything does Brahman rest
As Brahmic influence is in every nest
And so does It in every form manifest!
Effect isn’t divorced for function
Brahman Is the all-pervasive phenomenon
So declares the Vedantic proclamation!
Truth, manifestation and the harmony
The happy three in existence elemental
Are things obvious and Universal;
Vividly the Brahmic hand in all of honey
Everything is filled with Brahman
So says the Vedantic proclamation!
Things like the pot and wall
Are in fact made of mud after all!
The mud in many is the denominator
Brahman in all the common factor
The all-pervading feature basic
According to proclamation Vedic!
In reality and form there’s none
In everything seen in creation!
Manifestations all in Sat-chit-ananda form!
Whither duality in this state of bliss
And where is bondage to envision amiss?
That’s question mark of Vedanta one can’t miss!
Sans soul!
The street bull
Nods it head and horn double
To man’s call in trouble
In approbation!
The domestic dog
Sees no frantic fog
Wags its tail as if in joys
To his Master’s voice
The wild cat
In fear throws its “hat”
And pounces on prey
Or runs away!
The reptile royal
Of the charmer’s pet loyal
And its species take offence
In self-defence!
The scorpion stings
With God-given gift it brings
If too close to bodily periphery
In its tiny territory!
But whither man,
Member of unprovoked clan,
An enigma of Creation, a soul-less “van”,
With his inhumanity to man!
Flowery process
I am born with Creation
As flowery manifestation!
Creation itself a flowery process
But men covet things they don’t possess!
After the Big Bang I came
Like many a beautiful dame!
Till the world withers away
I don’t mean to fade away!
During existence of world
Fantasia of my petals is unfurled
To spread fragrance across barriers
And help all spiritual warriors!
I adorn the human heart
As specimen of Tantric art!
And it is in me that God stays
As prime mover of means and ways!
Maanasa Devi
Prostrations to Devi Maanasa!
Conglomeration of attributes of rasa
Rasa-vilasini and the star performer
Bless me with the residuum of vilasa!
Resplendent like million suns
Indulgent and kind in tons
Innovative in entertainment run
Bless me with the modicum of fun!
Purity personified and transparent
Brevity is the soul of time spent
Levity is your divine body great
Bless me with ray of the pendant!
All men descend from mental wind
Like all mortals, I’m creature of mind!
You are the danseuse of Brahmic kind
Bless me with Brahmic thoughts in mind!
Arunachaleswara
Hail Arunachaleswara!
Gayathri’s innate Iswara!
In civilization effete,
Saviour is your lotus feet!
Hail Arunachala lord!
Have pity on your ward
For the innocuous inanities
And harmful vanities!
Hail mountainous marvel!
Bereft of your grace
How can we stay well
And chase your rays?
Hail manifestation supreme!
Cast your sunny beam
On sinners lest they forget you
On saints as they remember you!
Voice of Veena
Hail Saraswathi!
The voice musical of Veena!
Its prana,
The live wire in wiry instrument
Inanimate though its firmament!
Hail Saraswathi!
Pervade its body beautiful
To make resonances plentiful
The blissful notes divine
Are invoked in fine!
Hail Ssrawathi!
Consort of Nada Brahman!
This prayer is from the Jeevan:
Let’s bathe together in the reverberations
Of Vedic vibrations!
Hail Saraswathi!
Yours is a music lesson in creativity,
For Atman-Brahman identity!
Come out of Veena hence,
And just once!
Third Eye
Here in the world we rest
Sun can’t rise in the west!
And in the darkest phase of crescent
Who can chase the moon’s descent?
In-built in the physical frame
Adorning the face of fame
Is the pair of eyes,
Naked ones that can’t “cut ice”!
The pair can see things visible,
But visible ones lasting like bubble!
Bubbles of material are transitory!
Human eyes see not beyond territory!
Dual tracks of sun and moon
Are in microcosm, to many unknown!
Between eyebrows their paths lie
The vibrant spot of Third Eye!
The third eye isn’t visible
But can behold the invisible
Sublimation of energy vital
Envisions Providence pivotal
M-o-n-e-y
One sought after by many
Is the miser’s eternal mate
The jingling fetish of money
To seal their spiritual fate!
The ruse in many a marvel
The cause for all the battles
In and out of courts as well
Despite pleas of the peace prattle!
Money is mnemonic coin
Honey if you like to join
Knowing brings success material
And bliss spiritual!
‘M’ stands for the master!
Mahans like Seshadri to move us faster!
‘O’ for Omnipotent grace
And the invisible rays!
‘N’ is abbreviation for negativity
To avarice frowned by Reality!
‘E’ for doctrine of equality
So that have-nots have equanimity!
‘Y’ yells at material indigestion
As yearning should be for liberation!
Shuka Brahma Rishi
In Vasishta’s exalted line
With Shakti’s successful sign
As Parashara’s grand-son
And Vyasa’s son
Was Shuka born,
As a model of perfection
Ever in Brahman
Oblivious of surroundings
But aware of Creator’s doings,
Pervading the elements five
And to their secrets alive,
Present in all particles of Universe
Praised by Universe in verse
Lyric and music
Poetry and prose
Worshipped in all the three worlds
In inimitable ways and words
As a Purusha supreme
Renunciate extreme
As a Jeevanmukta
And a champion of bhakta
A paragon of purity
Radiating peace and piety
As an amsa of Arunachaleswara,
The jyotir-lingeswara,
As kind as Mahan Seshadri
Whose samadhi adorns the foot of ‘Adri’
And as subtle as Ahalya
Fiery as Draupadi,
Unearthly like earthly Seeta,
Effulgent like Tara
Manifestly great like Mandodari
All of whom are stayers
In quick response to prayers!
Tenth person
Of planets numbering nine
We wake up to our world in fine!
‘Persons’ planetary to monitor
Need the Tenth as Creator!
Pervading objects of creation
Is verily the maker Brahman!
Similar is the world of potter
As he indeed is the creator!
He needs things nine in all
To complete his pottery haul!
Elements make up the five-some lot
Earthly materials to winsome pot!
Potter’s wheel is a desideratum
Like the Kaala-chakra ad infinitum!
A stick he needs or moving band
Like the Creator’s magic wand!
Armed he is with a cutter
Platform pots get a separator!
Potter’s mind is an essentiality
Intention to indulge in creativity!
Man-tra
Man-tra is like the money coin
Manana and Praana in harmony join!
Manana of mantra is the first
Mental repetition is a must!
Praana of mantra is culture
Energy imparted by its nurture!
A magic is mantra of six letters
Key it is to remove fetters!
Fetters are the family bondages
And the physical appendages!
Mantra is the means to liberation
If it comes from Guru’s initiation!
Repeat Seshan’s bewitching name
That sums up theory of “residual” fame!
Guru’s grace gives material lift
And glory of spiritual uplift!
Mantra is sound body of deity
Achieve visible form with piety!
Reflections
Sadguru Shankara!
Lord Arunachaleswara!
Mahan Seshadri, giver of kshipra-vara!
Whither link between Iha and para?
Para is world of towering height
And Iha of burdensome weight
Bereft of cosmic rhythm, Vedantic rhyme
This world is tottering in sinful crime!
For those with feet of clay
What does your Peak say?
Do they have a chance
Or do matters mince?
Before they are made a mincemeat
In this conglomeration tumultuous
Combination of circumstances fortuitous
Of humanity
Deficient in divinity,
Their problem is like a jumbo
O Mahadeva Shambho!
What will you do with them?
Allow them to suffer in shame?
They hold on to your support
For the heavenly rapport!
And if they fail
On whom will the infamy be
It’s anybody’s guess
If they miss the bus!
Rhythm of Antyakshari
The moon I am,
Mild and cool;
Lovers’ sweet home
Enter my pool!
Lady here of the Lake!
Excalibur her brand,
Divinity its power
Rises to the bower!
Royal welcome my sign
Never dull but divine
Exciting to ghouls
Satisfying to souls!
Sound of music for break
Kindred spirit I take!
Envision the fiesta
And regale in siesta!
Nights brighter here
Earthly reflections galore
Enthusiasts to hear!
Rare chance to soar!
Reduce weight in my
Cute for body look
Kingly feeling unbought
Typical of the astronaught!
Tale of jewel-free Shiva
And bejeweled Shakti!
I occupy their crown
Nothing but to adorn
Reminders are to you!
Under my command too.
On my plan as a fillip
Pearls I give for pilgrims!
Soul of Antyakshari Devi!
Innate Iswari you are,
Ever the grace shall be
Extending to near and far!
Recurring Antyaksharis reveal
Last-out first-in letter!
Royal game to revel
Lilting lyric for the better!
Part III
Aurora of arunachala
From the bosom of the mountain,
Shrine of greatest sanctity
A million sun-rays rise like fountain
To bless all humanity!
Like Arunadari’s rising rays,
A literary ray came to being
By Mahan Seshadri’s grace
To bathe all with His blessing!
Vignettes of Vedanta
As treasure-house of knowledge
Necessary for success of life
Stands the lore of Vedic edge
For liberation from strife
Great rishis of Vedic Age
Explained Vedantic quintessence
To promote all to level of sage
In Vignettes to show the essence!
Prayers of Pen
Body is the pen
And Prayers the soul
Like the Big Ben
May it sing howl!
My body is blue
The pen says
Like rare baby too
But sheds its rays!
Draupadi in Distress
Draupadi, born of fire
Had Distress to the fore
Only to suppress her ire
Against the Gang of Four!
But with what result?
She cursed none
But the agony of tumult
Destroyed tormentors one by one!
Salutataions
To Peace-maker
Salutations! Seshadri Mahan!
Sans your efforts for peace
Whither this world and man?
None would live to see the piece!
To Protector
Salutations to Arunachaleswara!
Protector of the Universe
As you stay in it as Innate Iswara
There’s peace, poetry and verse!
To Janardhana
Hail! Maha Vishnu as Janardhana!
In Arunachala, the secret dweller you are
Sadhakas carry on their sadhana
But Let your grace reach all near and far!
To Shankara
O Sadguru Shankara!
Here’s my humble salutation!
Giver of many a “Vara”
I cherish by prostration!
To Seshadri
O Sadguru Seshadri!
This flower is in dedication
Give me shadow of Arunadri
As I offer my prostration!
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