GOPI GEETAM

A friend has posted GOPI GEETAM. Whenever pain overtakes and you feel that you do not belong to any one and no one is there for you, a recitation makes you peaceful and sublime.

GOPI GEETAM Jayati te dhikam janmanaa vrajah shrayata Indira shashvadatra hi z Dayita drishyataam dikshu taavaka- stvayi dhritaasava-stvaam vichinvatey 1 O Dearest Lord, by your incarnation the land of Vraja (Vrindaban) has Surpassed all the other places, that's why the goddess of beauty and Modesty has left "vaikuntha" and has made it her permanent abode here. But, O beloved Graciously take notice of us Gopis who are dedicated in Your lotus feet and are wandering in all directions looking for you. Sharadudaashaye sadhujaat-sat sarasijodara shrimrisha drisha Suratnath te shulk daasika varad nighnato neha kim vadhah 2 O master of our hearts, we are your priceless servants. O beloved, fulfiller of all our desires, Is it not slaughter on your part to strike us with the rays of your divine eyes which are more beautiful than the petals of a beautiful lotus in the clear autumn lake and which have already wounded us? Is it only weapons that can wound? Visha Jalapyayaad vyaal-raakshasaad varsha maarutaad-vaidyutaanalaat Vrishamayaatma jaad-Vishvatobhayaat rishabha te vayam rakshita muhuh 3 O Mighty One! from the destruction through the Poisonous water of Yamuna [by the demon Agha in the guise of a Kalia snake], from deluging rain and raging storms, From lightning and from demons Vrishabh and Vyom, time and again, you have protected us from various types of fears. Na khalu gopika-nandano bha- vaan akhil-dehinaam antaraatma drik Vikhan saarthito vishwa-guptaye sakha udeyivaan satvataam kuley 4 You are not just the son of Yashoda. but you are inherent witness in all embodied beings. O eternal companion! In response to the prayer of Brahma, [the creator of the Worlds], you have reincarnated among the yadu's to protect the world. Virachitaa bhayam vrishni dhurya te charan miyushaam samsriteir bhayaat Kara-saroruham kaant kaamadam shirasi dhehi nah shri kara-graham 5 O the fulfiller of all desires! whoever takes refuge in your lotus feet from the torments of samsara [materialistic world], they become fearless by your protection. O our beloved, the bestower of all boons, do lay your hands on our head - the hand affectionately held by the hand of Lakshmi Ji. Vraja-Janaartihan veer yoshitaam nija-jan smaya-dhvans na-smita Bhaj sakhey bhavat-kinkarih sma no jala-ruhaananam chaaru darshaya 6 O Destroyer of the miseries of the inhabitants of Vraja! Your mere smile is enough to quell the pride of your love ones. O our beloved companion, graciously accept us, your servants. We are fully surrendered at your lotus feet. Show your most beautiful dark-complexioned face to us, helpless women. Pranat-dehinaam paap-karshanam trina charaa nugam shri niketanam Phani-phanaarpitam te padaambujam krinu kucheshu nah krindhi hrichchayam 7 Your lotus-feet destroy the sins of those who submit to you - the lotus feet that pursue the foot steps of grazing cows, and which are coveted by the goddess Sri, which gracefully danced on the hood of Kaliya,. O Lord, please put your lotus feet on our chest(heart) to soothe our burning desire and rid us of the sorrows lurking in our hearts. Madhurayaa gira valgu-vakyayaa budha-manognaya pushkare kshana Vidhikaririmaa vira muhyatir adhara-sidhuna pyaayaya svanah 8 O Lotus-eyed One! Your speech is so sweet. Every single word, every little sound, every single letter is very charming. Even the most wise and learned get engrossed in it and sacrifice everything for it. After tasting the nectar of the sound of your voice, your faithful Gopis are falling in love. Now you can give us the gift of life by giving us the divine nectar from your lips. Tava Kathaamritam tapta jeevanam kavi bhiriditam kalma shaap-ham Shrawan-mangalam shrimadaa tatam bhuvi griantite bhurida janaah 9 Prabhu [God], the stories of your divine acts [Lila Katha] are an embodiment of nectar which brings life and hope to the people suffering from the pain of separation. The wise Mahatmas, the devoted poets have all sung its praises. By mere listening to them removes all sins and sufferings and bestows the supreme bliss and welfare as well. The reciters of Katha are the large-hearted Benefactors and give the utmost to this universe. Prahasitam priya prem vikshanam viharanam cha te dhyaan Mangalam rahasi samvido ya hridi sprishah kuhak no manah kshobh-yanti hi 10 My Dear lord, there was a time when we became engrossed in bliss just by thinking about your loving looks, smiles and graceful actions. Even thinking about them is supremely blissful. Later we met you. When we were alone, you played with our hearts and we talked with love. My friend, now these memories are making our minds are very agitated and lonely. Chalasi yad-vrajaa-chaarayan pashoon nalin sunderam nath te padam Shil trinaankuraih sida titi nah Kali lataam manah kaant gachchati 11 Our dear swami, your feet are more tender and beautiful than the Lotus. When you take the cows for grazing, our hearts become restless at the thought of your feet being hurt by the sharp stones and thorns. It becomes very painful for us. Din Parikshaye neel kuntaleir van-ruhaananam bibhradaa-vritam Dhanraja-svalam darshayan muhur manasi nah smaram vir yachch-si 12 In the evening when you return from the forest, then we see your beautiful lotus face covered with dark curly locks and covered with dust. Our beloved, by again and again showing us your beauty, the desire for your love starts in our hearts. Pranat-Kaamadam padma jaarchitam dharani mandanam dhyey-maapadi Charan pankajam shantmam cha te raman nah staney-shvarp-yaadhihan 13 Our Dearest one, you are the only one who is destroyer of all sorrows in the world. Your Lotus feet fulfill the desire of all and even worshiped and coveted by mother Laxmi . They are the jewels of this universe. In times of difficulty, it's appropriate to meditate on them, by which all sufferings are removed. Hey, the resident of Kunj (Kunj Bihari), Please put your pious feet on our chest(heart) to bless and give peace to confer supreme beatitude and peace to us. Surat-vardhanam shoka naashnam svarit venuna sushthhu chumbitam Etar-raag-vi smaaranam nrinam vitar veer na ste-dharaa-mritam 14 O our hero, Fill us with your soul filling notes which drop like ambrosia from the Flute kissed by your lips and the pitch, which heightens our spiritual ecstasy, Dispel our sorrows and make us oblivious to every other allurement. Your enchanting sweet music is divinely intoxicating. Atatee yadh bhavan hanhi kaananam trutir-yugaayate tvaam-pashyataam Kutil-kuntalam shri-mukham cha te Jada udikshtaam pakshm krid drishaam 15 O our beloved, during the day when you have gone to the forest, every moment without seeing you passes like a yug (age). When you return in the evening and we see your most beautiful face framed with curly locks, at that moment we don't want to drop our eyelids. At that time it seems that creator of eyelids is cruel. Pati-sutaanvaya-bhratri-baandhawaan ati vilanghya te-an tyachyutaagataah Gati vidastavod geet mohitah kitav yoshitah kastya jennishi 16 O Beloved, we have come to you after disobeying and disowning our husband, son, brother, relatives and our family. We are aware of your every move and have come here after being captured by your divine music. O innocent Rouge, who else will abandon a group of defenceless women in the darkness of night. Rahasi samvidam hrichch-yodayam, prahisitaa nanam prem vikshanam Briha durah shriyo vikshya dhaam te muhurati spriha muhyate manah 17 Our Beloved, you aroused our desire to meet with you privately by teasing us. You smiled at us lovingly, and we observed your large chest(heart) , Lakshmi ji's permanent abode. Since then our desire is constantly rising and our heart is falling more and more in love. Vraj vanaukasaam vyaktiranga te, vrijin hantryalam vishwa mangalam Tyaj manaak cha na-stva-sprihaat manaam svajan-hren-dru-jaam yanni shoodanam 18 Our Beloved, this manifestation of yours is for the removal of sorrows of residents of Vraja and for the well being of the entire world. Our heart is filled with an ardent desire towards you. Do grant us a small quantity of some type of remedy (medicine) that will put an end to the ache of that pain in our heart. Yatte sujaat-charnaam-buruham staneshu bhitah shaney priya dadhi mahi karkshesu tenaat-we matsi tad vyathate na kinsvit koorpardi-bhir-bhramati dhir bhvadaa yushaam nah19 As your feet are more tender than a lotus, we use utmost caution while putting them on our chest(heart). With same tender feet you wander in the deep dark forest bare feet. The mere thought of you treading with those tender feet on the thorny, stony paths in the forest give us pain and we loose our wits. O Lord, our lives are Only for you. We are only living for you. We are only yours!!

BE STILL

Be still, it is the wind that is singing. Becoming Budha is a conciousness.

Witness the whisper and look beyound breath. It is here and now, neither it was nor it ever will be. Understanding the movement from happiness to pain and enjoyment to fear is understanding existence.

Be still and let love not be understood as a beggar's bowl, let it not be understood as your weakness. Let you not be sold to untrue stories and let you not be made to trust just because you love. Sing aloud but die not for want of an attendent listening ear. If no one is there for you remember the trees and the leaves whisper and sing melodies for you too. Tread the distance and take no hand in hand for fear of being alone. Celebrate being alone with yourself. remember it is your journey and you have to walk the talk. If you are tired be satisfied He is leading you to your home for a restful sleep.

the Budha watches, listens and constantly changes. Anaicha - Everything is to change and this that is giving you pain will pass too.

The Budha is still and a witness to all. He is there and there He is not. He is a whisper a bubble and a stream of light too. He alone is the truth.

So be still it is the wind that is singing.

THIS MUSICAL CHAIR.

I have to quit this chair. The chair on which you kept me waiting for hours and for days even . This chair that I have to say good bye in a few days knows how eagerly I kept waiting for you. I kept waiting because for me time has stopped and the space has shrunk. You came, you just came kept coming and you never went away. But unfortunately you never understood what it is like being there. You came and leaned back to the mile post and the green tall oak turned pale. One after the other the leaves fell in your lap and I kept watching the murmur that the dry leaves left in your wilted existence.

This chair that will belong to someone else soon knows you so well. I have had conversations about you with it because it was the only living thing around me. Living because it would make a creeking sound at every movement of my obese flesh and the sound would make me beleive that there is really something that you have left for me to be with. And this chair knows you would then be somewhere burning in passion and desire for it would describe the melt down of your existence to my cold fugitive being.

Your presence travelled with me and I remained seated on the chair because there was nothing else that I could trust to witness the resolutions, reminders and the repettitions.I could never measure my tallness to you because I brought the skies under your feet. You could never understand the depth and vastness of my open eyes,for you never saw me awake for hours on that chair. The chair is so matured, silently it will accomodate another soul and sincerely it will creek with pain whenever the flesh will move from side to side in its lap.

This chair laughed at me because when I left it and walked instead I had no place to conclude my journey and I had to come back and settle on it rejected and dejected.

I knew I have to leave this chair and I knew I can not wait for you any more here. this is why I have shrunk back in to my mould and I know no hunger, no pain and no isolation now. I know there will be no witness to my long wait and therefore I will no longer look at the door to open and I will no longer speak of the hours and days that I will spend in lonliness for there will no longer be a chair for me to sit on.

Terrorism -the weapon of the weakest.

Terrorism is a poor man's war. krish I do not agree with what you have posted on my wall. I do not agree because terrorism by no means is war.
Global Terrorism Strategy of United Nations approved in 2006 stated that it"strongly condemns terrorism in all its forms and manifestations, committed by whomever, wherever and for whatever purposes." The forms and manifestations have been a subject matter of discussion at this highest forum. The impact of terrorism is death and fear on the civil society and it is neither required nor is it desired.
Nelson Mandela, wrote in his autobiography: "the hard facts were that 50 years of non-violence had brought (my) people nothing but more repressive legislation, and fewer rights". But the answer despite this did lie in the political process. The dilemma for any community lies in understanding whether the cause of terrorism is “just” or not. Kenya, Sri Lanka Ireland, all of these are torn because of violence at one point or the other but international community has not been able to define the “just” cause of these internal violent demonstrations called terrorism. Bomb attacks on embassies, international jihad, are these the poor man’s war and who is poor in these attacks?
The word terror has its origin in the latin word terrere which means to frighten or to inflict fear. Since its independence in 1947 India has been facing the problem of insurgency and terror in different parts of the country. Terrorism is a premeditated attack on government and non government bodies or the civil population with the intention of resorting to intimidation tactics without taking territorial control. Terrorism is known as the weapon of the weakest.
Me and my people are the victims of terrorism.How can we understand it as a war. A war is never against the peace loving civil population. it is not aginst the children , the weak and the infirm. War is not fought with people who have never picked up a gun.
you may talk of Khameer Rouge, Klux klux Klan or the vietcom in the Vietnam, they were different.Where else tell me where else have you seen terror getting the attention.
It takes thousands of peaceful years for a culture to find place in the history. and it takes very little time for the terror to attempt at wiping it off . wars were fought between the armies , terror is one sided.

INDIVIDUAL HAPPINESS

when we are not in total agreement with the space that we occupy we invent ways and means to cut down on it. Probably we beleive that the lesser we occupy the little we will have to see around. In the process we forget that every time we make a move to make ourselves happy we also leave an indellible mark on the brow of time. Why does individual happiness become so important?

I have hardly anything to speak. The mind is just another open space where no thought rests. There were moments when I used to be in the company of great writers, philosophers and then there were moments when I painted the haikus of life on the convas of time. Alas i thought they would remain there but they did not. An open space my mind, I am carrying on with. Why is individual Happiness so important?

As a child I starved of food, as a young man I starved of youth and as a grown up I am starved because of neglect. Morning comes and makes me awake, another day metamorphises a few shapes and gives reason to conversations, I suggest happiness and continue to be in pain. You love me you do not and I live and I do not , wish I would not play these games any more. you are with me in the morning and by evening you are not there. My pain is a hangman's rope round my neck and your hurt is an incidental attitude- do you do this to every body? Why do all want to be individually happy?

We hope for the hopeless, again and again set our foot on the frozen dreams. Life looks at us , it looks at us helpless , hopeless and laughing a fool's laugh. We never learn from our yesterday, We never care for our tomorrow and we are not in the present. The trust and the faith has different meaning for different people, we have set our own terms of honesty , our own terms of intelligence and our own terms of ignorance. Ignorence is useless it can not be defined as innocense. If I have done it then I have done it, I can not say what can I do, because it is me only who can do something. why cant we make others happy too?

Life is like a cup of tea, the more heartly we take it the sooner we reach the drenches of bottom. This is what I understood through the book and life is like a cup of tea , the more heartily we take it the more we enjoy the brew . This is what I learnt from experience.

Destinations for all are set, a bigger dream and one day the wake up has to be there. We all will forget our pain and we all will go forward leaving behind our love, the loved , the hate and the hated. we will leave behind all those without whom we think we can not live and the journey will be on our own.

Then why not be happy???

GOD RESTS PEACEFULLY WITHIN YOU

Each one of us is entitled to his opinion however filthy it be and we have an option to accept it,reject it or to witness it.We always know what living is all about and we always understand the value addition or the value demolition that we undertake each day. The fact remains that in this world there is no free lunch.For every bite that we cut in to we pay and sometimes we do remain happy because the labour is disguised.

In the cultural activities of today there is monotony, stagnation and a strange drabness that has no sense of variation.It has become a custom to please the unknown. this age is the age of cut pasting. there is an unknown following, following of the kind that animals experience when they move in herds. What people understand as love is in fact inexperience of originality and the flavour of duplicacy of the jewells that they wear in the name of the jewells of reality.

It is not strange to find that we always set goals that can never be acheived. we always want to be satisfied with the feeling that since things did not fall in line so we are not responsible. we make plans and set out to tread distances that never exist and when we break down we look up to God as if to say that we had set out why did you not walk with us.We always know that life is only what we make out of it and despite this we make a puzzle of it.we love an animal , love the warmth of its wool but we do not hesitate to sacrifice it too when we need to please our Gods.Our happiness our individual truth our realities become important and rest everything else can be put to altar.

Pain is not the end of a happy state, pain is failure in realising happiness, pain is in not understanding the values and the ethics of being alive.pain is self imposed punishment. It is the price that you pay for being an agent for cut pasting the solutions that we beleive will lead us to eternal peace.

Whatever is negative is not alive, it is dead, it is stinking giving foul smell.Love does not branch out from a seed that is sown in demolished sites.To meditate is to witness yourself evolving. It is to understand that this universe is just born out of my being, it is to spread in to the emptiness of your existence. To meditate is to feel wonderful,lovable and fashionable too.It is an unending process of peace that should make every life peaceful when it comes in your contact.

To meditate is to be what you are in reality and not a cutpasted photoshop edited unreal you that you never have been.Now do you love yourself , if you do you have found the solution. The solution is not in Ramayana, it is not in Mahabarata, wisdom is there in your mind. Explore the mind God rests peacefully within you.

Zindagi taar taar ho jaye to sonchna kya aur samajna kya, sonch liya to mansoor ki khaal utartee hai, na soncha to Meera zehar bhi pee leti hai.Jahan dimag barbad karta hai wohin dil aabad karta hai.Bule shah ki hadiyaan abhi tak rakse bismil main mubtala hain aur kanjar khana sukhan dar sukhan aawaz de raha hai.Meeloon lambi khaamoshi aur tumhara aqs ustaraf, par ek bhi pag barne ki jurat nahi karta. Zid hai bas milo to yahin milo, us par jo aa gaye hum to deewana kya aur hamara pairahan tar tar kya.
Utartee hongee kirnen chamakte honge titliyoon ke par, meri khidkee par na ruka to sooraj kya aur chand kya? Wahshat si hai jo tumhara naam lete hi lipat jatee hai wajood se, kya pata kab tumhare faisle haqeeqatoon ke maanee badlen.Ab bas karo bahut thak gaya hoon main, soncha bhi nahi jata ki kitnee baar gir ke utha hoon main. Ek aalme badhawasi hai jo bhoolne nahi deta kuch bhi, varna hum se hamara pata bhi nahi poocha jata. Bas karo thak gaya hoon main.