In every corner of the heart,
among the signatures of countless instincts
Some familiar, self-possessed mystic every moment
keep humming something like a madman
whose wounded words
have kept control over my every single breath.
Mystery grew in the womb of this message,
Ripped chest of researched references so far
which no longer seem to exist
Nor is there any faith left now
on the previously accumulated beliefs.
“I have seen myself burning in your memory,
Now I will see burning in your fire.”
You hum my fakir, and hum further more,
Come with me, come and sing in swinging
and swinging mood, hug me atleast now
And with your countless affectionate pats
Cleanse those dissonant notes of mine,
who have created turmoil since birth after birth
And just by getting entangled in
the windows of lovely memories
Till now kept me away from HIS flames
In which only by burning after burning,
and scorching in the flames of the blazing pyre
of all the remaining thoughts
Now I have to be complete and only in complete samadhi. ©
Humble Wishes.~mrityunjayanand.
HE is listening to your love, respect and yearning to get a place in HIS lotus feet. People call this “bhakti” but I call this your “आत्मानुभूति*!