submission

So many days have passed. It seems someone has turned me into stone. No feelings. How long would I be able to sustain my sanity? What sanity? There's nothing left in me. Where have those golden days gone when I used to burn constantly in the fire of love? Where have those days gone when I used to think about you all the time, day or night? Where have those beautiful days gone when unrest used to flow in the very veins of my body along with my blood just because I was away from you? Where has that time gone when every breath used to burn my heart with your name? Where have those moments gone when I used to feel you with me all the time? Where have those nights gone when you used to come to my dreams and love me and take me to other world?
Could a mother forsake a child just because the child is dirty, is all in mud? Would a mother not run to pick her child when the child calls out for her, leaving all her work? Would she not pick the child up and bathe him and kiss him all over and feed him the nectar of her breast?
When a child is stranded in the mud, playing in it but occasionally looking up expectantly at his mother, need the child call for her? Do his eyes not say everything?
I'm deprived of everything. I'm in mud. Do you not see me looking up to you expectantly? Do I need to call you out? Does my weeping heart not knock at your heart? Does my wailing heart not shiver you up? Do my tears not melt you? Would you not pick me up?
You must have millions like me but I have none other than you. All my trust is on you. I have come to you forsaking all, would you not accept me? Would you not keep my trust? I'm powerless, I always have been. I submit myself to you. I'm but your puppet, command me as you will. ACCEPT ME!

"Master of Masters! listen to my plaint:
whom else shall I address?
to me there is no other like you;
to you there are millions like me.
Read not my scroll of evil deeds,
shut not your door on this wretched soul.
Had I not been steeped in sin, says Bahu,
on whom would you have showered your mercy?"
-HAZRAT SULTAN BAHU.

Truth

Today's fortune: Change is the law of life.

My eyes embraced this sentence as i opened my orkut account. "Change is the law of life". I found it hard to negate this sentence. Since childhood, we have seen many changes. Many a birth, many a death, environmental changes, technological changes, nights changing into days and days into nights, summers changing into monsoon and monsoon into winter. There are some changes which we can't see but percieve and these perceptions could be backed by some data; changes in the value system of human beings, changes in behaviour and feeling. The very fact that our own body is undergoing change year by year is evident enough that change is indeed an inherent part of life. So some people do say that life is synonymous to change.

As a kid i wanted to know what is truth, the definition of truth. I heard many but none of them could tempt me. Then one fine day, i came across something very convincing and that was a litmus test for truth. A TRUTH IS WHICH NEVER CHANGES, TRUTH IS UNCHANGEABLE. This is the attribute of truth, it's non-changing behavior. Truth has no distortion. It is beyond distinctions of time, space and person. Thus change might be the law of life, but 'change' in itself is not true for the change is also changing. What is 'change' for today will be accepted as normal tomorrow and thus another 'change' will replace it.

The Black Day!

Oh! What black day,
that you came and I was sleeping.
The wind was howling to wake me up
& my sleep in pity was weeping.

I had come to meet you
For so many days had passed
My light was diminishing
& darkness all around had amassed.

The sun was dazzling overhead
I lied down to escape it
My thoughts buried me deep
& I fell into slumber bit by bit.

Oh! What black deed
that you passed by me unnoticed.

Let my wretched sleep be cursed
For the golden moment of your visit passed
& I lay there like the dead
with my sleep smiling at me unabashed.

I accept what you give, Master
& in your debt is my every pore
for I have understood at last
that like me, my yearning is also yours.
--- Yogi---