Saturday, 31 December 2011


Seek for the source where mind is effaced.
You travel alone on a mystery train;
By this metaphor we're comfortably placed,
To travel by providence free from all pain.
So put your heavy baggage on the rack,
Only a poor fool wears it on his head!
Be glad, accept the predestined track,
Rest quietly, safe at home on your bed!
Surrender in joyful jubilation!
Surrender utterly to God's almighty will,

Surrender with total resignation,
Surrender knowing all will be well,
Surrender whole heartedly with one accord,
Take safe refuge in the all loving Lord!

Friday, 30 December 2011


Victory to the power of Great Lord Ramana!
Which flow from the blessings of His kind
Removal of sorrow from the mundane mind;
He frees us from great grief of samsara
To know soul's lagoon flooded by Nirvana.
Such awakening from hypnotic sleep we find
Are streams that cleanse the soul, they wind
Through dense mud and mire of false ajnana.
They cause destruction of pain and sorrow,
Live in the present, with no fear for tomorrow.
We thank Sri Bhagavan with all might and main,
Chanting His praises, for sacred is His Name.
We read the miracles of His great life story,
And bathe in the bliss of His Effulgent Glory.

Thursday, 29 December 2011


Take the deep leap into firm certainty of Faith,
With determined unshakeable fearlessness!
Let Your mighty sacred mountain be our shield
Against sense storms of restless monkey mind.
Enjoy complete untroubled care free unworried calm,
By handing over our whole fictional burden
Of distress, concern, stress, and fancied anxiety
About our ordained duties and many affairs,
To our Lord of Love and infinite compassion,
Great Power in the heart, Self of our own Being,
To whom we've unconditionally surrendered,
Taking sole refuge with worshipful devotion.
Even tribulation is welcomed as for the best!
We gain mind control through repetition of His Name,
And dive into the Heart, questing for the source of 'I',
Full of gratitude for his boundless love and grace.

Wednesday, 28 December 2011



Just as good music is poetry with sound,

Good poetry should be music with words,

Hear the dawn chorus of chirrupingl birds

Then this hidden secret could be refound.

That's why we need the joy of chosen rhyme,

In the best poem meaning will always lurk,

It helps to make the stanzas more sublime.

But music can express the spirit of the work.

Set music to a verse and it becomes a song,

To lift the hearts of folk as they wend their way.

Song beautifies the soul as she strolls along,

Bringing much love and joy to yet another day.

Some claim music is the highest form of art,

But poetry follows quickly in the chase,

But place the two together from the start,

Musicality in poetry then takes first place.


Feel ‘I am awareness’, absolute, pure, ever free

From strife. Let your skiff’s white sail unfurl to bless;

Be kissed by the soft breeze of love, on the open sea,

Feel ‘I am awareness’.

Unattached to mind or body, our life is choiceless,

Free as an auburn autumn leaf which tumbling from the tree,

Is blown by the breath of breeze and rests effortless.

To sip love’s flowering scent like a bumble bee,

In the radiant rose garden of essential beingness;

That, for you, dear friend, is the golden master key.

Feel ‘I am awareness’.

Monday, 26 December 2011



From Liberation is there anything new to gain?
Yes, freedom from suffering and endless rebirth,
The precious pearl of Self Realisation' s worth;
So from sadhana never ever cease or complain,
There's need to cleanse the mind from all its stain.
The end of life's dream is not the end of mirth,
For with deliverance there's no drought or dearth
Of perfect joy and blessed bliss beyond all pain,
A life of sunshine without dark disaster's reign.

A Pilgrim climbing slowly up the mountain path,
Was refreshed by a shower of grace divine,
'Twas as if washed pure and clean in a temple bath
Of Love, much sweeter than costly vintage wine.
So in Freedom there's no more fear, just one's Self to shine!

Sunday, 25 December 2011


The loving lustrous smile of Divine Lady Mauna,
That most lovely lady of liberation,
Dispels the darkness that obscures Realisation.
Whatever labours fate forces you to complete,
Cherish as pure gold, the worship of her lotus feet.

Through her grace bestowing glance, so auspicious,
The delusions of wealth and family, however propitious,
Like smoke from the chimney, will soon cease to be,
So praise that maiden with the strong wish to be free.

That's the most fitting of all righteous dharmas,
The very best of all desirable karmas.
So cherish as the most lofty brahmacharya,
To live in union with our dear Lady Mauna.

In her presence, don't raise your head as `I',
Or a glimpse of her face, she'll surely belie.
If you remain subject to her domination
She will reunite you with Self Realisation,

Harmoniously and with blissful delight,
Embrace her at heart with all your might.
Let your life in a state of Oneness and bliss,
Be a model for others they won't want to miss.

So merge with Lady Mouna deep in the heart,
The best householder' s dharma, till death do us part.



The Defense of Poetry

P. B. Shelley, a great Romantic poet and critic, defends poetry by claiming that the poet creates human values and imagines the forms that shape the social and cultural order.

For Shelley, each poetic mind, recreates its own private universe and poets, thus are the unacknowledged legislators of the world.For Shelley, Poetry is the vehicle to reach to the ideal world or platonic world. He argues that all forms of arts and science depend up on nature but poetry improves the nature and creates better than it. Here, his views share similarities with Aristotle, who said that a poet is not only an imitator but also a creator.

Reason and imagination are the two faculties of mind. Reason breaks the things in to parts and analyses it. Thus the reason is the principle of analysis. On the other hand, imagination synthesizes the components. Since imagination is the principle of synthesis that can false contradictory forces.

Imagination has soothing power that pacifies the mind and the people become moral. It creates the best mind and the happiest moment so, peaceful mind is required to produce the poetry.For Shelley the best mind and the happiest moment, produced by imagination are the ways to get the essence but Coleridge’s imagination does not soothe the mind, instead it is just a creative force.

Shelley believes that poetry strengthens the moral faculty and gives pleasure so he treats imagination both as creative and pragmatic aspects.The poet is a moral teacher who gives idea and pleasure to the society by teaching indirectly. Poet is a prophet and legislator who create social norms rules and moral lessons with the help of poetry.A poet to him is not only the author of language of music of the dance, and of architecture but is also the legislator of laws the founder of civil society. Thus, poetry, unlike to Peacock has its social and moral functions along with its aesthetic pleasure.

In this way, Shelley defends poetry from, the idea that romantic use of language brings cultural decadence and reinforces that poetry creates novelty where we can see the seed of revolution.

This extract from one of the finest essays in the Englsh language should be studied again by those of the current fashion in reducing Poetry to the level of thoughtless prose.

Saturday, 24 December 2011


Ruddy radiant dawn breaks and shatters dark black night,

Revealing a gleaming world full of splendid life and light;

So it will be with the fractured inner life of pilgrim's soul,

Sudden Realisation dawns, ending dark night, and makes him whole.

All is due to grear Guru's grace, of Sri Bhagavan Ramana,

When light breaks and we dwell in blissful sat chit ananda.

God is perfect love and he calls here us on Earth to save

Us from harmful tendencies acquired, and if we're brave,

And follow all his promptings, felt deep in the spiritual heart,

He'll surely lead us to His Realisation and the needed art,

So ruddy radiant dawn breaks and shatters dark black night,

Revealing again His gleaming world of splendid life and light.

Friday, 23 December 2011


Our hymn is sung to the Great and Wondrous One
Who dwells in splendour, a dazzling radiant light
That shines in every Heart and each manifest Sun
Of Self-effulgent beauty, blazing bright.
Thou art All, and Thy mighty will be done,
Oh make our actions worthy, in Thy holy sight.
Oh Lord, we pray to keep Thee ever in our sight,
Oh Thou whom we adore, our God the Holy One.
Your rays of Grace and Love are ever bright
In strength and power, as the awesome crimson Sun.
Oh keep us from all wavering, fix our Heart on light,
Thou art All, and Thy mighty will be done.
Thou art All, and Thy mighty will be done,
Not foolish will of ego, lest it darkens sight
And screens us from the bliss of Thee, oh Kingly One.
Thy blinding brilliance of eternity bright
Is stronger, deeper than the summer mid-day Sun.
Let us bathe in blissful balm of blessed light.
Oh lead us Lord, from nescient dark to conscious light!
Thou art All and thy mighty will be done
And ever mindful we are resting in Thy sight
For thou art Father, Mother, Teacher, Friend; oh Holy One
Your perennial fire is flaming clear and bright
Deep in the heart, a resplendent inward Sun.

He who within us hides and bides is also in the Sun,
Black clouds dispelled by beckoning beacon light.
On bended knee we glorify Thee, oh Primordial One
Who through Grace revealed demists this frosted sight.
Thou art All, and Thy mighty will be done
Polish the mirror of our Souls and make them ever bright.
Oh Jewel of Faith that ever sparkles diamond bright
And shines fiercely as our bosom friend, the Sun,
Thaw the frigid heart with warmth and light
Thou art All and thy mighty will be done.
Oh let our acts be worthy, in Thy holy sight,
A hymn to be sung to the Great and Wondrous One.
Praise to the Holy One, ever burning beryl bright,
May His wisdom light guide us as the Sun
And may His will be done, in His all loving sight.



In monkey mind's-bundle are many strange places,

Some seriously bad some auspiciously good.

We must move out of lust and dust, leave their traces,

True love and kindness is much better spiritual food.

Putrid places rob us of noble worthy self esteem,

They're the grotty gutter in galavanting mind.

So don't stay with such muttering in life's dream,

We'll feel and breathe much better.Then we'll find.

Guru guides, he guides, he guides, he always guides,

Unless into the stinking sewer the fool back slides.

A good pilgrim was practicing atma vichara,

Following the preachings of Great Lord Ramana,

'Till one day he stumbled into lustful thoughts,

And in this muddy mire he was stickily caught,

But the Guru out of great compassion and grace,

Soon restored him back to his rightful better place.

Thursday, 22 December 2011


All beings yearn to be happy, always;
Happiness without a tinge of sorrow,
To enjoy a life of carefree days,
Taking no burden of thought for tomorrow.
When restless mind's at peace in deep sleep,
What glimpse of worry, grief or despair?
So happiness lies therein, buried down deep.
How to find this treasure, awake, aware?
Ask the question, who am I, and from where?
That's the essential means of the holy task,
Ending ego's `me' and `my', that's there.
No pleasure endures in things of this Earth.
Surrender whole heartedly with one accord,
Take safe refuge in the all loving Lord!

Enquire within, who basks behind our mask?
To regain that Selfhood we lost at birth.
Just seek for the source where mind is based.
You travel alone on a mystery train;
By this metaphor we're comfortably placed,
To travel by providence free from pain.
So put all your heavy luggage on the rack,
Only a fool carries it on his head!
Be glad, accept the predestined track,
Rest quietly, safe at home on your bed!
Surrender in joyful jubilation!
Surrender utterly to God's almighty will,
Surrender with total resignation,
We leave it to grace, to grant us release.

God will do this through the gaze of his Sage,
He sends down His messenger for every age,
To those who yearn and pray for great peace.
The Realised Sage lives on here to please,
Without confusing the Self with the mind.
Humble, compassionate, loving and kind,
Wisely profound, as his way clearly shows.
He steers the vessel of firm devotees,
Fulfilling everyone's spiritual need.
In deep silence, he sits, with perfect ease,
To awaken those, whom his teaching well heed.
Graciously, his great glance of initiation,
Drives the mind inwards, to Self Realisation!
Take safe refuge in the Lord. He knows, He knows!

Driving the mind inwards, to Self Realisation,
He grants safe passage through life's stormy ocean;
What frail soul will ever be excluded
From the presence of the holy Supreme?
No matter how depraved or deluded,
His mercy never ends, and will always redeem,
Raising the soul from the depth of depression,
To free one from the `I am this body' obsession.
From passions that churn desire and aversion,
His fair breeze wafts clear equanimity;
Enmeshed no more in worldly adversity,
Never perturbed by praise nor foul enmity,
We learn that there's the greatest giving
In knowing all are Self, and so truly living.

In knowing all are Self, and so truly living,
We thank the great Sage who is ever giving.
We praise the Lord, who leads us to his feet,
His gracious gaze is eternally sweet,
Without ceasing, he's forever reviving,
He grants that freedom, our real surviving.
He severs the grip of bondage's chains,
He frees the soul, where confusion reigns,
He bestows both compassion and deep peace,
He sends out his grace to grant us release.
He teaches the truth that Consciousness is all,
And Self Enquiry to raise us up from our fall.
We praise God Almighty whom is ever living,
These five of my sonnets is our thanksgiving!


'Originality is all right, but if you become so original that nobody
can follow you and all fall behind gasping for breath, that is an
excess of virtue. The modernist poets do that with the result that
nobody has the least idea what they mean, not even themselves,
and the farther result that, as it has been said “there are more
people now who write poetry than read it”. 8 June 1938

Wednesday, 21 December 2011


Bhagavan! tie me with your tight cord of devotion,
Fill me with the still cool waters of Thy holy joy,
My shining challice held as mind’s precious toy.
I whom am Thy devotee trapped in worldly motion,
Place two pink tender lotus flowers as my notion
Of obeisance at Thy holy feet, never ever to cloy.
Thy fully ripened cocoanut of wisdom will alloy
Me with Thy healing words of fervent emotion.
Pray purify the old mansion of my bodily frame,
Thus do I perform this sacred auspicious rite,
Calling on the beauteous bounty of Thy mighty Name,
With all my ardent heart and soul and might,
I pray for the purification of my errent jiva's place,
Prepare me please to receive Thy boundless grace!

Tuesday, 20 December 2011


Ramana! you care for all your Beings,

For their welfare and spiritual advance,

Intent on good giving; that's your stance!

You teach the way of divine seeing,

All pervading, determined on freeing

Devotees from samsara's crazy prance.

Loving and caring, that is your dance,

Pervading inside and out; ever revealing

That you're our inmost pure conscious Self,

That will always dwells in our spiritual heart.

You shall soon slayl that egotistic elf

Before we die, and from life must depart.

Lord Ramana! once majestic Sage of Kings,

About your great glory my soul ever sings!

N.B. Several Maharajas visited Ramana in his life time

Sunday, 18 December 2011


Love shines in soft summer evening light,
Arms outstretched, embracing all with grace,
Yea-saying here, in Earth’s bleak and jagged place.
On crumbling walls of inner courts of sight
The Sage sees daylight even in the dead of night.
Dawn’s blood streaked gold scatters clouds apace,
Spears of glory pierce God’s infinite space
Of massive nature; grace, beauty, love and might.

The plaintive sob of amorous nightingale
Throbs for his beloved with poignant song.
He know his faith in her will never fail,
And they’ll lie breast to breast before too long.
When even dark night falls, his joyful tongue
Hymns harmony, echoing love’s eternal tale.

Saturday, 17 December 2011


Cleave and cling to our Great Power dwelling inside our heart,
God , the Self, or Sat Guru, whose promised pledge shall impart
All that we need to reach the glorious goal of liberation,
His gift of grace granting us the bliss of Self Realisation.

He teaches us through each precise preordained situation,
Pleasant or unpleasant as it may be. We learn by intimation
The way to remove lurking latent tendencies which shroud
The brilliant sunlight of the Self like a storm-black cloud.

Trust that Great Power which knows the way, unfolding as it should,
All is very, very well, Brahman is All, and very, very good!

Friday, 16 December 2011


Beautiful butterfly of celestial blue,
Who triumphs over lowly larva's fate,
She'll be transformed into freedom good and true.
So like this perfect pupa, before it is too late,
We must strive with all our main and might,
To reach blue butterfly's blessed state,
And dance with joy in sweet ethereal light

Thursday, 15 December 2011


As I contemplate my predetermined death,

When body struggles to breathe its last breath,

I think of Almighty God with all of my might,

Certain that I'll enter a bright blaze of light,

Because there's never a death, but only rest,

For soul to march on to her final home, best

Left in trust to that Great Power which knows

The way, to insure that soul onward grows,

Until she reaches her peaceful resting place,

Through God's ever present abundant grace.

An old man dyeing on his hospital bed,

Knew that very soon he'd drop down dead.

He focused on the spot between his eyes,

And thought of God, then with awesome sighs,,

Surrendered himself to that Almighty Power,

He then became Self Realised that very hour.

Wednesday, 14 December 2011





Tuesday, 13 December 2011


There's an almighty universal power,

Which governs the whole great cosmic scene,

Each second and every single hour,

From largest galaxy to petty little gene.

Nothing moves without divine permission,

So all's predetermined for soul's own growth,

Only Grace can sanction fates remission,

Then Realisation happens, benefiting both

World, and the worthy yearning pilgrim soul,

Which by her efforts has made herself whole.

Life's an adventure in consciousness, no doubt

It favours all with courage, bold and brave.

Those who've surrendered with a mighty shout,

Crying "yea" to all, on soul's way to save.

When together with enquiry into ego's source,

They become One with that same almighty force.

Monday, 12 December 2011


Mad moaning mankind needs a healing balm,

His errant restless mind to cure and calm,

That cool collyrium is pure devotion,

The perfect therapeutic tonic lotion.

Good Doctor Guru is both wise and sage,

He knows the right dose for this manic age.

Self enquiry's the treatment he prescribes,

Gently his Direct Path he well describes.

His medicine will lead us to liberation,

The final goal is Self Realisation.

Ego's gracefully removed by such skill,

The patient no longer suffers or feels ill.

Sweet harmony and peace completely reign,

Pilgrim no longer feels his aching pain,

He abides in everlasting blissful joy,

A state of love that will never cloy!

This is the death of maddening mental pain

And horrid habits, vicious vile and vain,

So all who endure a worried worldly life,

Will find his medication ends their strife.