They Met- 29th March,1914

Did Time just stand still, or completely crumbled at Thy feet,
Did Space just give way, or existed solely for Thee to meet.
Did the moment witness the birth of a new marvel,
Or did it mark the death of an ancient turmoil.
It was an end or a beginning,
Or a promise of a new awakening.

Did the rays from Thy eyes rejoice in surprise,
When on those immortal stairs, they were made to unite.
Or two Beings just stood there, illumined by Light
Exalting in reflections, yet mirrors there were none
And the shadow that was cast, was not two but One.

A century later, questions still make our hair stand,
As we struggle to comprehend an event too grand
For our finite minds and mortal thought
Yet with our futile attempts, the meaning is still sought.
And a query still haunts, as we untangle its knot.

If not for Your sacred meeting,would we have met?
Could the quest have begun, the paths all laid.
This magnificent journey of doubt and faith
Toil and tears, strife and surrender
Unfulfilled forever it might have remained.

And we cannot help but now be aware
If not for the Supreme Grace on those stairs,
Our lives would have drowned in eternal despair
Crawling forever in Inconscient's abode,
Deprived of Love, of Your sunlit road.

Thus, in gratitude, before the day we bow,
For our entire existence to it we owe,
And though that ascending moment we were not to see,
The living consequence, it's future we were to be.

The Last Evening-23rd March,1931

Each passing hour draws the night
Our breaths now finally turn finite
Counted are the hours, counted time
Till memories are all thats left behind.

My eyes grow sharp, alert and aware
It falls on those, our path who share.
More than fellows and friends they were
Together in life, death too in union they bear.

Our gaze meets, and farewell is made,
In prison's silence, goodbye we convey
All of us await the noose,
Unsure of what we gain or lose,
In worlds beyond we may meet again
Hopes are scarce, we cannot help but pray.

Of ties we were free, quite long ago
Our families,our dreams,abandoned at shore.
But one last bond still tugs,we struggle to let go
Alas!my country, WE too part ways, as you know.

No sorrow, grief too there is none
Though the battle fought, all tasks are done
Unfulfilled the desire to see you won
Unfettered your sky,liberated your sun.

But as we see this moon, our very last
Our souls's voice surges past our heart
Farewell it is, but do we really part?

To you we belong, whether we live or die
To you we'll return, eternal is this tie
To you we owe, our being, our life,
To you we'll return, just wait awhile.
The promise brings solace and a smile
But until then..it is a goodbye.

Arjun to Krishna

My hesitant steps found their way,
At your doors they wished to stay.
The mind could not a reason find,
Yet to end the groping blind
A knock it managed to decide.

The gates flung open and you stood smiling
Million doubts glimmered in my eyes shining
Thus you acted promptly
Offered just your hand
For Your Feet was to be hidden
Until I was ready.

So a friend, a guide in you I saw,
Yet those boundaries I never could draw.
For a bond invisible was always around
An intimacy belonging to the realms beyond.

And I have no clear memory,
Of things changing slowly..
When did ignorance let go of its hold
And these hands learn to fold?
When did pride cease to glow
And this head learn to bow?

Then You began revealing,
A mystery You were no more,
In You,the reason of my being
The depth of my core.
Amidst the strife I began to see,
Finally I learnt to truly be.

I was your audience, struck with awe
I was your actor, as the world saw.
I was the weakness, despair's mire
I was the strength, the rising fire
I was the question, the seeker's cry
I was the answer, the Divine's reply.

I was the rider or being driven
I was the warrior or the weapon
I was the flute or the music too
Or I was nothing but just You.