To Be Done

As duty calls and my work is yet to be done,

I am returning to the world of cares,

A place where the race takes place

With all the sidekicks possible.

Not that I care much for what comes now

As my part is in doing my job

Taking one day at a time, one step at a time,

Like a trusting child, like a bruised old woman.

So tired am I today that I yearn to sleep

But rest runs away for now;

The broken fragments all picked up again,

I move on in the battle of life.

Come what may, the work is there

To be done.

The Final Desire

All experiences that touch the soul with true happiness are signs of eternity and have beautiful parts to play in our consciousness. Often, I have had the sinking feeling of losing a cherished person or experience. However, at the say time, a 'never-say-die' voice in me has told me to be patient and not to give up hope. When I look at my life I see that people, who, apparently, were lost to me, have come back. Relationships have been restored. I have healed. What about those that are over for good? They were not meant to be and their short stay has taught me to let go of the undeserved/ undeserving.

My life has taught me to look beyond life. When I move on from the stage of this mostly-tragic drama of life, I move on with a burning desire in me and I know in my soul that my ultimate dream too will become reality. I hope to get Him who is called by various names. I call Him Vaasudev Krishna and my dream is to hold His hands and dance as best friends. And all the others who are dear to me will also be present there for my Vaasudev sustains us all with only a fraction of His infinite energy. I, inspite of all my imperfections, have full faith in His mercy and grace.

My Devam, my very own

Devam wanted to come over to my place;
I had no place in my dilapidated hut;
But I love him and yearned to see him...
Devam is my very own and I told him the truth.
He being who he is, understood;
And, I was asked to come to heaven...
To see him.
Devam held my hand as I crossed the threshold
And his home has become my home.
Such is my Devam, my very own.