The Hand of Love

Atul has recently joined a special class to develop English language skills. I too have started attending the class and found to be interesting though I am way too slow in learning. One of the exercises is like this....

1) Think of a person whom you have strong feelings. It can be love, hatred, jealousy, anger etc.
2) Describe the person's hand.
3) What does the person's hand do?
4) Write a metaphor on a place / city / sea /mountain or similar ones.
5) Ask a question to the person including (3) & (4).
6) Assume the role of the person and answer incomplete.
7) Involve all the above to write a poem or short story.

All the above points were done one by one retaining the suspense throughout. The last point (7) was the homework for us.

Here it is.... :)

.........................................................................

THE HAND OF LOVE


To a mystery land of love and fight
Driven by the energies of unknown sight
I, the dreamer, dreamt a dream one day

Along the knightly clouds of disorder
Played the kingly moon of the sky farther
I stood in awe at dawn near the bay

From the colourful monkeys of dreams
To the seamless reality of gleam
I asked the hand of blessing ‘the way’

Bring me a paper and pencil I spray
The play of light understand you may
A dreamer I am, so did he say

With my life canvas painted in white
And fate rewritten with love so might
I froze day and night unable to even pray

It is this Master’s hand that has healed
Many a pain of time that are veiled
I dreamt to become such a dreamer that day

.........................................................................

NEEDLESS TO ADD THAT I ENJOYED THE WHOLE EXERCISE VERY, VERY MUCH. I FINISHED WRITING THIS AT NIGHT 12:30 :)

Truthfully speaking

I was born in a conservative middle-class family and brought up in a small town with little exposure to people and knowledge. I’ve had many interests and dreams since childhood but not many I could fulfill. I am thankful to God now for not making me a success in any field. In fact, I am glad that I am silently leading a life of 'the ordinary’. If anybody asks me how I am, my reply would be “in peace” and not “at peace”. Such an achievement is impossible with my efforts, however great they maybe. I am aware of this truth and the Master's greatness behind this truth.

* * * * * * *

Of late, I am finding it difficult to socialize, though I am not a social animal (whoever knows me, would know well that I rarely speak in a crowd). I prefer to be in my transparent bubble of protection & peace and not to be disturbed by fake feelings and words. Yet I feel like embracing all with love. Truthfully speaking, I am unable to understand myself.

* * * * * * *

After many years, I felt like reading a Tamil book ‘Dhyana Yogam’ (Ramakrishna Mutt publication) again. The book is on Swami Brahmananda. For those who are not aware of the great saint, he was the spiritual son of Sri Ramakrishna Paramahamsa, a
childhood friend of Swami Vivekananda & former President of Ramakrishna Mission – to name a few to understand in our terms. Swamiji’s name was Rakhal in his purvashram.

I wish to quote a small incident from the book in my own words….

One day Sri Ramakrishna told Rakhal that he could not see the latter’s face as it was covered with a black veil. He further asked his young spiritual son if he had done anything wrong. Rakhal could not recollect anything even after deep thinking. Again the great Master asked Rakhal if he had spoken any lie, for which Rakhal confided the instance in which he spoke a lie to his friend as a joke. Ramakrishna said, “Do not commit such a mistake again.” He further added that speaking truth at all times is an important aspect of spiritual sadhana.

I realize once again how sensitive a seeker of Truth should be.