My voice calls out to You on this side of the sea,
And, the clock seems to flee;
O Killer of Puthana! Do save me!
Thrust me not into darkness eerie.
To see You smile,
And a thousand suns lit up find;
To see You stand so majestic,
And find myself at Your feet like a stick!
To serve You everyday,
Better than yesterday.
To love You, come what may-
To be surrendered, and second thoughts nay.
To drink off the nectar of Your feet,
To taste the nectar of Your lips,
To be lost in the magic of Your touch,
To find this heart for You vouched!
To be forever humble, and in that never stumble,
To be forever at Your call, and may that goodness never stall;
To house You in this little heart, though it is worthy not;
To see in my eyes Thy form so nice!
Slave i am, begging Your grace,
Lost in the beauty of Your dark face;
O Lord! As Your mother had You by love bound;
Would You not me in Your love wound?
(Dedicated to my dear Parthasarathy)
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Ah such longing in you words... Haribol!
ReplyDelete@bbhakti: Glad you liked it :)
ReplyDeleteYes, i have always been fascinated by the story when Yashodha binds Krishna up.
Such was her love for Him, she had Him bound firmly :)
To drink off the nectar of Your feet,
ReplyDeleteTo taste the nectar of Your lips,
To be lost in the magic of Your touch,
To find this heart for You vouched!
O! MY God :
what a line yaa!
what a line what a lines
fentastic i say:))
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ReplyDeleteits more comfortable:)
thanks:)
@NPR: Welcome!! :))
ReplyDeleteUngaludan en Azhagiya Singar-um vandhuvittar!
nandri :)
Thanks for the beautiful comment, and i'll try to change the settings, i hadn't realized it was there :)