Rest In Peace.

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To rest under the heaps of earth cast by my very own,

A tear awakened the dying seed into a ponderous flower,

The weight of many a years hurled gently on my coffin,

And now I can finally rest in a wholesome heavenly bliss!

To rest under the salty waves of the beautiful blue sea,

Tossed aboard by my sweet children when I could no more be.

To be nibbled by the colourful fishes scaling across the oceans,

To wonder the deep mysterious seas and finally ride the currents...

To rest upon a pile of firewoods stacked neatly below me,

To be put alight by my very own son in tears and weary.

To rise up to the open skies like a furious dancing flame,

Finally flying free from all the burdens, fears and blames!

To finally rest in peace wherever I may be,

Tired from a long journey through unexpected realms,

To not breathe and not move, and not think anymore,

To not be scared or sad neither happy nor sore!

To just be,

FREE!

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Inspired by Eugenio Montale's poem "To Rest In The Shade" at Imaginary Garden With Real Toads!
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Also shared with Poet's United for Poetry Pantry!

The Soldier!

My Father-in-Law (Col. Alok Chaturvedi) along with his comrades at Siachen Glacier

He followed a dream, a religion, a passion,

Of guns and bullets and raging ammunition,

He dropped his fear, he raised his head, 

To protect His country he marched ahead!

A sister's tear, a mother's pride,

The blatant fear of his alluring bride,

He left his house fully armed and dressed, 

To wage a battle against His Country's dread!

Who says he has no awe and fear, 

Who says he hasn't shed a tear?

For he is a human, And yet a Soldier,

A smile on his face, a duty on his shoulder!

His barrels are full, the booms are heard,

The distant howls of shots that were fired!

The ferocious war sends a shiver down the spine! 

And yet he runs out in the rush of adrenaline!

He hits them hard, he hits them strong,

He hits them mightily all night long...

He never thinks about his mother or wife,

Only what he trained for all his life!

He rarely thinks of the beautiful days,

The lovely mornings, the dusky bays,

For he sees just blood and bitter revenge,

The reckless carnage of diplomatic resent...

His wife awaits, His mother cries, 

The new born forgets his fathers guise,

The brothers brood and sisters worry,

But the Soldier commits only to His Country!!

'Vande Matram'

Dedicated to my Father-in-Law

Col. Alok Chaturvedi

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Humanity!

Captured at Krishna Temple in New Delhi

Humanity is not in asking for your rights,

It lies in the heart of giving other's rights.

Rights are not the immoral demands of an unsatisfied man,

Rights are one's duty and another man's needs!

Religion is not a habit of praying for 5 minutes everyday,

Religion is in the service of the deprived!
Service is not in expecting returns in any manner,

That is just work for which you asked to be payed differently...

Service is in giving all you have which you can give,

Also which is not against consciousness, reason or morality...

Deprived is not a man unsatisfied,

Deprived is a man of needs...

Sentiments are more omnipresent than actions,

And actions more than things...

If service by things is not in your ability,

Service by sentiment is the key to happiness...

Happiness is less in relishing the world for yourself,

And a little more in enjoying others happiness,

And far more in making the unhappy happy again!!

For once if you are sad for the others sadness,

You shall never need to be sad for your own!

If you can't give them anything else,

Give them Love and Care,

But Love is not so much in making the loved happy,

As It is in doing what's good for them...

Lover is not the one who favours his love in the wrongs,

But the one who corrects the flaws as they come...

Flaws don't make people bad forever,

For who is there so flawless in the world?

Be the change you want to see, 

And experience the change in the world!!

Abuse not what you have,

For everything you have is given,

And hence its Not yours to Misuse,

Be it the Mind, Body, Heart or Life,

People, Things, Food or TIME...

Don't pray for more,

For you can barely handle what you got...

Give in to the judgement of the universe,

And be free of all the cares and worries.

Believe in God only for yourself, 

Not to show the world you're a theist,

For you could be an atheist and yet be loved equally,

Given the same sun and rain, water and earth and air...

Love everyone equally or be a yogi

and care not for anyone including the self...

The world is a very giving place,

She considers us better than we are,

And less bad than we know ourselves to be!!

Late Swami Sharananand Ji #Early 90's to 1974

Inspired by the literature of Late Swami Sharananandji Maharaj

Official website:  http://www.swamisharnanandji.org/


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