Old Memories and a New Miracle – A Poem About Love

I wrote this poem on 21.10.02. Those days I always wrote the date whenever I wrote poems. I don’t have to do that anymore because now I am posting my new poems in  Facebook and WordPress which already show the dates posted. Anyway, this was written 18 years before (and when I was about 18 years old) and I thought I had really lost it. I was looking for it, even though I wasn’t focusing much on that. One reason why I thought I had lost the poem is because I posted it online on a content writing website and they closed the site six years before.

Anyway, today I was simply going to my own old notebooks, to see which one would get my attention first; and the poem that I thought I had lost, was the first thing that I noticed among several hundred pieces of papers. It made me smile, because for me it was a miracle.

(Even though the topic of the poem seems to be romantic love, it is really an unconscious longing for maternal love).

A dark rainy blanket has wrapped the earth;

A gloomy round, the day has given birth;

I am here, thinking calmly about my love,

Starring without a blink, the long rainbow.

The season has scattered dark black patches;

People, for heat, are searching for matches;

In their small, simple homes of road corner;

They are like goats; those are missed by their owner.

Like they, myself too, do not know my way;

Her hot thoughts burn me like the days of May;

All green trees and grasses murmur her name;

And each drop of beauty describes her fame;

A year has passed since I met her in road;

When her lips were off in the ‘patience’ mode;

She was standing still without a response;

Which hurts my heart now, like a twig of thorns.

She made some frequent visits in my dreams;

And showed her mystic face of golden beams;

I thought it was true and opened my eyes;

I cursed my dreams; they told a lakh of lies.

Each minute seems to be a grave for joy;

In the hands of love, I am a playtime toy;

Each of my verse tries to make her figure;

They fail, tasting like milk without sugar.

When I was twelve, I met her in my school;

And wondered to see the sun which was cool;

For the first time, I lost myself in the air.

And thought, “She will be the best one to care”;

Is it possible for a rose to speak?

Have you seen singing snow on any peak?

Do you think a moon can walk with a wave?

She spoke, sang, walked and also dug my grave.

She was a good friend for the first three years;

Like all others who shared my smiles and tears;

The fourth year awaited me with a curse;

To cure the wound it gave me, she should nurse.

It was when she sat near me in the bench;

With each of her looks carrying a pinch;

My childish wish searched love in all her signs;

And tried to follow her face-printed lines.

She read my verses, laughed and chatted with me!

And made me like a honey-sucking bee;

That chants and begs before a new blossom;

And soon my hidden love fought for freedom;

My tender love troubled me when I slept;

For endless heights, my passion was a lift;

My hasty lips hurried to propose her;

My legs pulled me to wander here and there.

Like a dove that has just cheated the cage;

My thoughts flew and filled a short poetic page;

Which I gave her, after checking the time.

My fear flashed in my face like a milky lime.

Her answer peeped out as a fruity smile;

Seeing that, my heart stood still for a while;

But I could notice the bond getting loose;

My feeling broke, throwing away the screws.

Each ‘today’ was worse than yesterday;

My path became a thorny jungle way;

Yes! She denied me and left me in hell;

A cruel beauty has marked me as ‘null’.

My heart carried the load of love with pain;

My thousands of verses gave me no gain;

I believed that she will change her dry mind;

That belief took the next four years to grind.

The stars began to laugh at me during nights;

The sun teased me with hot fingery lights;

I blamed myself for being such a slave;

Who is arrested in a dirty cave.

All those recollections have crowded in;

Each of those thoughts are carrying a pin.

To pierce my heart and taste it’s beating flesh.

In this dark time, they are making a crush.

The Supreme Artist – A Poem

There is a painting in the evening sky;
There is an interesting drama in life;
There is music in the sound of birds…
And there is poetry hidden inside all of the above….

This universe is a work of art. We have all been created as a work of art; God as the essence of universe is the source of this art and God as the beautiful personification is the supreme artist.

– Shanmugam P

The Pleasure Is All Mine – English Poem

(A poem that I wrote on October 22, 2019)

May be you’ve been living somewhere close by;
May be I won’t see you until I die;
May be you live abroad, across the sea,
And may be you forgot all about me!

May be, after years, I’ll see you one day;
May be I’ll meet you when my hair turns grey;
As we shake hands you’ll see my wrinkled skin,
And you may say something that’ll make me grin.

May be that day you’d like to talk to me,
And share the nostalgic feelings with glee;
May be we’ll have a lot to laugh and talk;
And may be we’ll go for a chatty walk!

May be this all will remain a pipe dream,
No matter how awesome this all may seem!
But, so what? I hope you’re happy and fine!
If you’re happy, the pleasure is all mine!

The Pleasure Is All Mine - English Poem

You made me to die – Poem

Like a smart scientist you tested me;
To see if I deserve this sea of glee!
You put me through hurdles and throbbing pain;
To handle them, you gave me a smart brain!

When I cried, you gave me a light of hope;
I climbed the mountain of life with your rope!
After the pain of all those gloomy days,
Everywhere I saw your most gracious face!

I went to the temple and I felt your grace;
In church, you showed me your glittering face;
Near mosques, I heard your deep,majestic sound;
There were no bounds for the joy that I found!

The words fall short, when I try to thank you;
You made me to die and raised me anew!
I died to the past and woke up in God;
You cured the lifelong mental pain that gnawed!

Without knowing your oneness, people fight;
They fight for just names and forget your light;
To tell them the truth, empower my soul!
I submit to you! Your will is my goal!

Dear Christians, Hindu Deities are not Evil Spirits! – A Criticism of Christian Churches Which Promote Religious Intolerance

I have a lot to say about Christianity. First, I will let you watch a video that narrates many incidents from my life which are associated with Christianity. I will be making many videos in the future, but this is an introduction. In this video, I have spoken the truth that I have realized in my experience, which is now as clear as the sunlight to me.  Sharing my thoughts on Christianity is intended to promote religious tolerance, inter-religious understanding and peace. I speak about all religions and this post is in specific to Christianity. First, watch the video, then read the rest of this post:

https://youtu.be/npKleb7Gh1A
The rest of this post is an answer that I wrote in Quora. But also follow the links at the end of this page. The Quora question was, ‘Why do most Christians refuse to accept “Prasad” from Hindus?

Because many churches preach that idol worship in Hinduism is Satanic and that idols have evil spirits in them. I used to have a Protestant friend, a girl, whose boyfriend is a Catholic. She wouldn’t step inside a Roman Catholic church because it has the idol of Jesus on the cross.

It is true that Hebrew Bible asks not to worship idols. But it was specifically for people in ancient Israel who were polytheists and didn’t have a strong philosophy that preaches the oneness of God. But when it comes to Hinduism, it already says God is one without a second, and idols are devices for meditation and devotion. So the idol worship that is banned in Bible is not the same as the idol worship in Hinduism.

Hinduism offers various symbols to connect with divine. The symbols include the stimuli of all the five senses. A form of God is a powerful visual stimulus that can evoke the feeling of devotion by mere exposure. This is possible because of a psychological phenomena called classical conditioning. So, in other words, Hinduism is based on deep understanding of human psychology.
Such symbolism is also present in other religions anyway. The Cresent in Islam, the Cross in Christianity, the taste of wine and the bread of the Eucharist and the melodious songs of orchestra in Church are a part of such symbolism and send powerful sensory cues.

Before there can be a real religious tolerance between various religions, people first need to understand the essence of their own religions. A Hindu cannot provide counter arguments to Christians if he himself is ignorant about his own religion.
And Christians should understand that anything that is offered to God with love is not /cannot be anti-Christian or Satanic.

I am in the process of making videos, images and infographics that promote religious tolerance and educate people about the true essence of religions.

Religious tolerance - Unity of Hinduism, Christianity and Islam

Hindu deities are not evil spirits

Idol worship in Hinduism

 

Christianity is all about love. When you reject a Prasad that is offered by someone with love, you are turning your face away from love; you are being anti-Christian.

Bible verse regarding love - 1 John 4:8

Bible verse regarding love - 1 John 4:16

Bible verse regarding love - Proverbs 3:3-4

By the way, this is not a post intended to attack Christians. And I am not in agreement with organizations like RSS who constantly abuse people of other religions in India. I am all for religious tolerance.

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Also read:

Hinduism, Christianity and Islam – One Truth, Various Names

Goddess Gomathi Amman, Adi Thabasu and Religious Tolerance

If I Speak in the Tongues of Men or of Angels – A Commentary on I Corinthians 13 and Bible’s Connection with Advaita Vedanta

The Good News – A Poem Connecting Biblical and Vedantic Thoughts

God: Who/What is God?

Christian Trinity and Vedanta

Repentance and Metanoia – A Bible question…

Love and Greed – My Poem

This poem is based on an incident that happened in my school. The teacher mentioned in the poem is Mrs. Usha Raman who is the principal of the school I studied in Sankarnagar, Tirunelveli. If you join the first letters of all the lines, you will get the sentence, ‘Mrs. Usha Raman is my guru’.

Mrs. Usha Raman, Jayendra School

“Madam, kindly help me with your wisdom!

Restless is my mind, I am stupid and dumb!

Say something that will calm my greedy mind!

Unhappy I am”, I grumbled and whined.

She was aware that I was dumb and blind.

Her words were clear, supportive and kind!

And she knew that I had a high school crush.

Roasted by my greed, I was in a rush.

As I helplessly looked, with a soft voice

My teacher said, “True love never destroys

And never hurts; you have greed! It’s not love!

No one is spoiled because of true love!

It is greed which will destroy you indeed!

So pray and ask God to transform your greed!

May your greed transform into loving care!

You’ll find true joy in compassion, I swear!”

Growing up, I reflected on her words;

Until one day I became free like birds!

Real love doesn’t want to possess or own!

Undoubtedly, by pure love, God is known!

It’s Your Road & Your Road Alone – Poem

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(A poem based on the quotes of Rumi)

Dear reader, don’t you love these rhyming lines
Of verses through which a mystic light shines?
These words are like a sailing antique ship
And their meaning is the sea for that trip!

Where are you racing to? My loving friend!
Trust me, those wild cravings don’t have an end;
The wealth within you is your grand kingdom;
My friend, there you can taste the true freedom!

Let yourself become a wise, living verse
That wears metaphors and flies to excurse;
Trust your heart! deep down, it does know the way;
Run in that direction, you’ll find the ray!

Don’t worry about what these people think;
Sing like the sparrows, dance, rejoice and drink!
It’s your road and yours alone; walk with joy!
Life is a drama and world is a toy!

– Shanmugam p

The Sculpture – Poem

sculpture

 

Your DNA is sculpted

by nature…

 

You as an individual is

then sculpted by the nurture of

the society and the environment.

 

The sculpture is

continuously being sculpted

at your every step.

 

When you allow yourself to be sculpted

without any resistance and

fully surrender to the reality,

one day there will be

nothing left to be sculpted!

 

Then you will realize that

the sculptor, the sculpting

and the sculpture are one!

 

The Truth is one, without two…

But wise people call it by many names!

 

– Shanmugam P

 

The Fruit of Wisdom – Poem

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The fruit of wisdom lies deep inside
the forest called mind,
behind the veils of its unconscious layers..

Deep inside the heart, it hangs in the
branches of the tree of love
that glitters with its aromatic flowers…

Thoughts, emotions, sensations and experiences
are the other trees in the forest…

As a hungry seeker, you begin to seek
that fruit of wisdom…

Along the way you eat
some fruits of pleasure that are sweet,
and some fruits of pain which are bitter..

You say, ‘not this!’, and move on, as you see
every tree and its fruits…
There are ups and downs on the way;
forbearing heat and cold, you keep seeking
the fruit of eternal wisdom!

At last, you taste it! and then,
only the taste remains…

– Shanmugam

Love and Love Only – Poem

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Love is a journey from receiving love to giving love…

When you beg for love, it becomes a need;
When you crave for love, it becomes greed;
When you want to own someone’s love, it becomes a possession…
When you get addicted to someone’s love,
it becomes an obsession.

But when you discover that
the spring of love is inside your heart,
you will stop begging love
and start giving love…

Love is inside your heart;
once it is discovered as such,
it flows unconditionally
towards all directions and
to everyone,
just like the scent of aromatic flowers…

When you discover true love,
you will discover yourself;
When you discover yourself,
You will discover God…
God is love!