Saturday, January 14, 2017

Mahabishye mahakashey

" Mahabiswe mahakashey....
In such eternal universe
in such infinite sky
amazed am I
Trudge around I trudge around,
You exist my Lord of infinity
with such great mystery
alone,silent in your glory.
The time unlimited
the space boundless
With your flamboyant light
you crave for me
and I desire you.
We look at each other
silent is all sphere
peace reigns all around
One only you
and I exist inside you
with no fear at all.
@ Rabindranath

Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Whatever will happen

Whatever will happen.....
Whatever has to happen , must so happen one who takes me to a lonely sky Can he leave me there alone ? He who tempts me away from my way it isonly he who knows the way back. One who makes me homeless He only knows where I belong . Rabindranath

Sunday, September 4, 2016

A beggar

A Beggar

A Beggar
What mirth did you have my lord
dressing him a beggar,
thus you filled the whole sky
with your laughter.
He walks path to path
he walks from door to door begging,
fills his bag with whatever he gets
you came down to his path
stole all his treasure.
He the beggar on this earth
beggar in his life
beggar in his death,
Oh my king
oh my lord
finally he came down to your door,
the day comes to an end
you left half of your throne for him
offered all your honour to him.

Sunday, June 5, 2016

Empty handed I trudge....

Empty handed I trudge....

Empty handed I trudge from door to door
Oh my lord
I am the eternal beggar
dont know who I want
dont know what I want,
My Chitta knows not where the peace is
My thirst quenches not,
Whatever I get I lose
I float in my tears.
All those travelers leave
The day comes to an end,
night approaches , the fair comes to an ednd,
How long oh my lord
Where do I leave my alms,
Where does the lamp light
Over which ocean bank ?

Monday, February 29, 2016



Such is your love,
You made me endless and
In my emptiness
You filled my life again.
So many mountains
So many rivers , you crossed,
That little flute in your hand,
So many songs you played
Oh, who do I explain.
With your blissful touch
Upon my heart
I lost all the barriers,
In ecstasy my words spilled over.
Night and day, day and night,
With your handful gift
For centuries,
I can't see any end of my begging,
Such is your love.

Monday, December 21, 2015

Mother Teressa

The late, great Christopher Hitchens was one of the first to raise questions about the authenticity and wisdom of claims made by the Roman Catholic Church promoting Mother Teresa. The following is an excerpt from Hitchens’ critique:
Mother Teresa was not a friend of the poor. She was a friend of poverty. She said that suffering was a gift from God. She spent her life opposing the only known cure for poverty, which is the empowerment of women and the emancipation of them from a livestock version of compulsory reproduction.
And she was a friend to the worst of the rich, taking misappropriated money from the atrocious Duvalier family in Haiti (whose rule she praised in return) and from Charles Keating of the Lincoln Savings and Loan. Where did that money, and all the other donations, go?
Many more people are poor and sick because of the life of Mother Teresa: Even more will be poor and sick if her example is followed. She was a fanatic, a fundamentalist, and a fraud, and a church that officially protects those who violate the innocent has given us another clear sign of where it truly stands on moral and ethical questions.
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Saturday, August 22, 2015

A song by Robi Thakur

A song  by Robi Thakur

night and day,
My soul restless
my thirst unquenched
lost what I found,
My eyes full with tears.

All my friends  have left me
days came to an end
deep dark night arrives
The Fair comes  to an end.

Oh how long my lord
do I have to walk
where is that evening lamp
beyond which oceans
do I surrender all my alms.?