Pretty Bubbles of Divine Thought by Sudhir Chandra Jana

Heavenly Father       

O Father Supreme!

Make my mortal eye sight

Divine the ‘Vision of visions’.

To behold thy supreme power of Yoga

As thou bestowed on Thy friend disciple

Arjuna before the war kurukshetra.

O Master, O Lord of Yogis!

Then let me see and enjoy thy

Magnitude of multifarious presence marvelous.

Let me behold thy infinite forms

That shine and shine in every directions of space unending.

Let me feel Thy Omnipotent and all pervading presence,

Adorned with Celestial robes countless.

Let me touch Thy garland.

Wafting fragrance every where.

O Father Divine !

Thou art God of gods.

Bless me to rest within they infinite Form

Let me behold Thy entire universe

With all its diversified manifestations.

O Father, Mother, Friend and Philosopher!

Thou art my soul Charioteer,

Bless me, Guide me in every walk of my life

I do bow at Thy holy Lotus feet.

I love Thee, I adore Thee.

Divine Mother

O Mother Divine !

I am born and brought up

In Thy soft-lovely lap of Love.

I do bow at Thy Rosy Lotus Feet.

I am Thy Child naughty-

Please reveal Thyself in me.

And bless me Mother, bless me.

O Mother Eternal !

Thou art the Mother of mothers.

Thou art the Ocean of milk.

Let me play on Thy breast again

To taste Thy nector of bliss.

I crave for Thee.

Please come to me O come to me.

O Mother Divine!

Thou art Om Durga, destroyer of demons.

Thou art Om Kali, calculator of Eternity.

Thou art Om Lakshmi, Goddess of Fortune.

Thou art Om Saraswati, Goddes of Learning

I Love and adore Thee

Please Come to me, O come to me.

O Mother of mothers !

Thou art the Mercy of the Moon

Thou art the Wisdom of the Sun

Thou art the Peace and Silence of the Earth.

Thou art the Magnet of Beauty,

Thou art the Glory of the Sky.

I love and praise Thee.

O The Mother of Infinite Beauty!

Thou art the Mother of Cosmic Nature.

Thou art the Mother of all Vibrations.

I Love Thee, I Adore Thee.

O Mother, Come to me o come to me.

And Stand before me smiling.

On the Sencruary of my devotion.

And bless me Mother bless me.

To Cross the desert Lands of ignorance.

A Longing

O Father Divine !

Thy Ocean of Love

Is so great and vast.

But my boat is too tiny

To float on it.

But I fear not  to be engulfed

As Thy Love unbound

Steers the course.

To reach the goal rapid.

The Stream of Love flows from the Eternity Home of the heaven and Over-floods the World full of Illusions in the Form of Sun-rays and Moon beams, wind and rain water. But the Super technology of This creation remains in the hand of Cosmic Intelligence.

A Criticism

No Matter,

What others do.

No matter

What they think

Or What they feel

It’s the matter

What you can

And by far the best

What you are.

Searching

High Above the busy town

And above the railway lines

Two sparkling head lights

Are Kissing the station

To uncover the Sun eternal

That Shines and shines ever

In the midst of joy and happiness.

And in the midst of gloom and deapair.

A Crime

To dwell on other’s faults,

To speak ill of them,

Is like a fly

That alights on the open wounds.

And Swells its troubles

And spreads

The Virus of pestilence finally.

Oneness

The song we sing,

The picture we draw,

The work we do,

Are always the same

The land we walk on,

The air we breath,

The water we drink,

All repeat the same.

Though all may differ

In form and taste,

Yet they remain unchanged.

Upto the last hour of life.

A Criminal

A criminal crack

On the over-bridge

Troubles the travellers

As it starts to increase.

So a mind

When takes the Devil’s way

Good angels fear to tread.

Love

The Earth becomes moody.

As she looks her beloved

Playing hide and seek

With the villain cloud.

Her Beloved comes to Kiss her

But She remains touchy.

She makes Her Beloved

A sure promise.

Until and unless

He dissolves the cloud into rain

She will remain unchanged

And will not uncover her veil.

Ingorance

We, the bottles of water

Sealed with the lids of lead

Are thrown into the

Ocean of ignorance.

As a result we are gropping

In the wilderness of joy and sorrow.

To day or tomorrow

Until and unless

We remove them out

With the mild stroke of

Constant prayer and meditation.

The flood of light eternal

Will never flow

Crossing the banks

Of the limited mortal body.

Here lies the mystery

And there’s the romance of purity

Throbbing with truth and beauty

That endows us our real identity.

Will we remain Silent?

The World,

That moves round the clock

Is sparking and dazzling

With the head-light on

Projecting the movie

From behind the screen.

The Director Supreme

Is directing with a perpetual smile on.

The auroras of light

That tinges the sky

And colours all under

And the sound current

That Throb in every heart

Are all coming from

The boundless source of Eternity.

The bees

That hum and hum

Around the aroma of flowers,

The buds blooming

That greet the rising Sun,

The birds,

That sing and sing

In their leafy bowers,

The Streams

That Slip and slide from the

Mountain Caves

And flows through

The Zig-Zag course

To meet the Seas unbound

Are all heralding

The greatness of the Ominpresent.

Then why Should we

Remain silent

Without praising Him

Who become many from one?

Parents Supreme

When you walk through the rock

You stumble.

When you pass through thorns

You bleed.

When you touch fire flaming

You feel warm burning.

When you touch water extremely cool,

You feel cold Shivering.

But when you go hand in hand

With the evil company

You go astray.

But when you touch a holy feet

You become holy.

When you touch flower smiling

Divine Mother Smiles with you.

When you love a child

And play with him/her

Heavenly Father blesses you.

But when you kiss the Lotus feet

Of your parents with utmost devotion

You transform yourself

Into the world of divine blessing unending.

Deluge of Love

The sparkling atoms

Of thousand souls

That lie

Under the veil of

Cosmic delusion

May turn into

Sun millions

And bring

The deluge of love and joy

When they are nursed properly.

Healing Touch

A Small plot of land

Teeming with green Vegetation

Gets loving care of

Light, air and water.

But a child

Who suffers from pain and hunger

Requires only the healing touch

Of its near and dear ones,

Specially of its mother loving

And other elders.

Thus a child grows up day by day

With loving care of its elders

And becomes a loving stick

Of love eternal.

To heal the world  aching

In future.

Epics of Ruin

A drop of rain from the heaven

Awakens the thirsty land

And makes it fertile one.

A ray of light from the Sun

Spreads the warmth of love Eternal

And makes the earth under

Teeming with green Vegetation.

When a mother smiles

Thousands of suns appear Gloom

But thousands of blessings seem nothing

When a mother keeps her hand on head.

But a drop of tear of a mother Heavy heart

That rolls down her cheek

And floods her milky breast

Creates the epics of ruin.

Divinity Of  Love

The moon that walks down

The dark sleepy night,

The sun that travels

The rain-bow sky,

The cloud that invades

The dreamy lands,

The rain that floods

The wavy green,

Are all the luminaries

Of  Divine Love.

Love that Springs from heart

And ties the heaven and earth,

Love that melts the ice of thought

And breaks the silence of stone,

Love that plays hide and seek

And builds the epitaph of light.

Love that wipes the ocean of sorrow

And rocks and stops the howling Cries

Is the first and last

And the migtiest of all.

Flower that feasts the eyes

And greets both great and small

Is the sweetest of all.

Song that brings the rain of consolation

And sooths the Summer heart,

Is the finest of all.

But a Child

The spontenous Spring of

Laugh, joy and happiness

And that brings

Skyful of laughter and blessings

And that swims across.

The sea of parents, breast

Is the loveliest of all.

Pain and Pleasure

Apprehension of Loss or pain miserable

Certainly Causes fear fatal.

But the hopes and aspirations

Of inviting days prosperous

Make a man busy and fair.

When the darkness looms large,

And the clouds rumble around,

And the mighty Ocean threatens,

The love of lightening makes you a lover

And passes away flashing

And dazzling.

When a childing mother

Trembles and suffers in pain,

The new-born babe brings

The news of heaven to her

And makes her happy smiling.

Thus pain and pleasure,

Life and death,

Play together in this dream land

Of the busy world

To continue the process

Of creation and destruction

Spreading the essence of

Love and beauty eternal.

Thou Smile and smile

When a merry Child

Sleeps in its mother’s lovely garden

Of soft sweet chest.

And dreams of its past life,

Thou come to smile a gentle smile

In its red-rosy lips

To fill her mother’s heart

Repeating with joy unbound.

When the sweet buds of flowers

Unfold their soft petals of love

Thou smile and smile

And full the air fragrant.

When a child cries in pain

Of hunger and thirst

And expands its breast

Throbbing to and fro.

And pines for its mother dear

The mother rushes learning

All duties behind,

Thou smile and smile

Making her breast into

A melting current of milking ocean.

What makes you liar?

What makes you liar?

Is it poverty paralyzing,

Or is it name, fame and money,

Or is it ambition soaring,

Or is it destiny,

Or is it character beyond correction,

Or is it unprincipled design,

Or is it love illegal for the fair sin?

No, it is the ignorance of Love

That makes you all liars.

I Laugh and Cry

I cry in pain

When the fairy bubbles

Of my thought divine

Bleed among the thorns of cruelty.

But I laugh and laugh

When the sweet buds of my mind

Open their petals of Love eternal

To embrace the thirsty

Hearts of reality.

Children

The lovely children are the twinkling stars shining ever

Their blooming smile millions will stop never.

The rain-bow tears of their cry

For their mothers beloved

Melts the clouds into the rain of love

That over-flood the sorry hearts,

They are the best lovers of the nature

Where they build and rebuild rooms,

For playing hide and seek near.

They can fly and sing with the birds.

They can dance with the fountains.

They can swim across the rivers flowing.

They can play on flutes with the wind.

They can make all mad in joy.

Children are the mighty Ocean of energy.

They can walk and walk, run and run

On the sun-baked paths of the world.

They make relationship with the vast sky

And call the sun and the moon

As their maternal uncles.

They make friendship with the trees and plants,

To enjoy fruits and flowers freely.

Mother nature lulls them on her breast,

Full to the brim with the milk of love

They sleep and dream on her bed  of rises

And drink life to the lee

The children are the artists of artists

They are the poets of poets,

They never care for sorrows and sufferings,

They are the naked priests of the nature

They come to this treasure island,

With the epics of joy and happiness,

And sorrows and sufferings in hand

They distribute their joy unending

Among the sorrowing hearts throbbing.

The children are so strange

And so beautiful in nature and character,

They smile now and cries just after,

They make ‘yes’, ‘no’, and ‘no’ ‘yes’,

To them “Taka is mati, mati is taka’,

They make and think everything easy.

They see everything with their spiritual eyes

And feel every thing with their divine mind

There is no artist or no scientist

To be compared with them.

The children are masters of masters

They are the Philosophers of Philosophers

They can make the grey hear-green.

They can invade the world of

In harmony and terrorism

With their innocent love and simplicity.

Their kingdom is spread every where

From heaven to earth.

The Children are the angel messengers

Of the Heaven.

They come in groups,

To play the drama of life

Full of pain and pleasure

And love and languishment

On the luxury stage of nature

Under the brilliant canopy.

Of the sky hovering overhead.

The can perform miracle

With the touch of their golden tiny hands

They can make narrow winds prosperous

They can turn the desert lands

Into the lands of green vegetation.

Their dress, address and appearance

Open the casket of hidden treasure.

Their devotion to their parents

And their simplicity of conduct

Can never so compared.

They are the antidotes  of the

Worldly diseases

That come from the malignant

Virus of utter greed and selfishness.

Now let us follow the holy, foot prints

Children, the smile milliners

To rebuild our nation again,

Their beauty with never hade

Even in time of breaking the nations.

Look before and after

Never cast pearls

On the barren land of wilderness.

Always try to look before and after

To avoid the charcoal hearts

As they can never reflect

The light of the lamp of the universe.

How many people are there

To hear the harsh music

Of the frogs in the rainy season?

Perhaps none.

None hears

The evil and melancholy cry

Of the crows and owls.

But almost all are fond of hearing

The songs of the nightingale, Cuckoo,

Crickets and linnets.

Never be puffed-up in pride

As pride goeth before destruction.

A flicker-fly lights its lamp tiny.

And thinks to disperse the darkness at night.

But when the moon rises,

It bends down its head in shame.

Try to live correcting defective visions.

This coloured world is so strange.

Always try to move forward.

With the holy name of God and gurus.

Ode to Poverty

The constant companion of my life  mortal

Is my honest poverty.

She is cruelly alone

In the dry horizon of my life.

Yet she is fair and lovely to me.

Never she cares to respond

To the clarion call of pomp and power.

Neither she cries for

For the diamond ring

Of the shadowing riches.

Nor she pines for

Name, fame and money.

Rather she looks for honey

Oozing out of noble hearts divine.

The dew-drops of my poverty morning

Spread the pearls

Of purest light soothing

Pushing the glooms

Of riches behind.

My beloved mother poverty

That flows down the hilly tracks

Of pains and injuries

Blossoms the tree of hopes and

Aspirations

Even in the rocky soil

Of forbidden lands.

Poverty, the secret of creation

And the holy message of life

Brings the auroras of light

In the deepest gloom of life-

And makes my life sublime.

My divine mother Poverty

Thou opens the casket of peace and happiness

I love and adore thee.

Thou art my friend, philosopher and guide.

I will never forget thee.

Irony of fate

Once the dazzling beauty

Of a fairy nymph

Eloped me in her corner breast.

I lost myself

In her dream soaring.

Everything of my life

Began to envelop in her beauty.

But days rolled on

Her thirsty tongue licked my honey.

That I collected at the cost of my life.

She took off her magic gown smiling

And thirst me—

Into the surging sea of ignorance.

Thus the fortress of my mind Philosophy

Crumbled down

On the dusty roads of swelling crowd.

Her magic spell deadened

The wires of my nerve.

I forget every thing,

And failed to repair

My nerve wires.

Thus I lost the truth and miracle

Of my life mortal.

A challenge

The evil tentacles

Of Sex and riches,

That live at a

Shake hand distance,

Cast their magic spell

Upon the horizon of my mind

With their wavy nets

Of rosy dance and smile.

But my mind super

Bids them good-bye

Throwing a challenge

In the battle din of fair activities.

Healing Touch

Never be moved or worried dear

What you want lies in prayer.

He who stands and waits,

Eternal blessings dawn upon him

In a slow and steady motion.

Neither gold nor riches

That one can fetch freely

Will never make him happy

Until and unless he abides by the

Basic law of right behaviour of life.

Nothing will make you happy

Except the supreme spirit

To whom you are idebted

From first to last.

Remember always

Nothing is greater than the spirit

Nothing is wiser than the heart

He is the loveliest of all

Who responds to the country’s call.

But he is the greatest of all

Who thinks and prays for all.

Game never-ending

The red alert of the setting sun

Makes his beloved gloomy.

And the deep depression

In the sea of love eternal

Makes the Nature stormy.

But smiles again  when the beloved

Dazzles again the nature

As love is not a passing shadow.

What is wanted?

From the time immemorial

The Supreme Head above—

Dictates and rules

The state government of Nature under

Without any Campaign

For Casting Votes

For enjoying the dirty games of Politics.

But how ridiculous it is!

The administration on

That rules the human world

Stumbles on the rocky soil

Of Greed, anger, and cruelty

Which bring death and danger

For want of love, sympathy

And harmony.

Sorrow

Sorrow, Sorrow and Sorrow,

Harder and Sharper

Than bleeding arrow,

Yet she alone

Breeds the greetings

Of tomorrow.

Black money

The evil tentacles

Of black money

That tempts thousands

Sooner or later

Will throw all must

Into the dreadful cell

Of surging hell.

Obedience Essential

The magnitude of love

That springs from eternity Spontaneous

Depends solely

Upon the extent of discipline and obedience

From the children of the Almighty

As unity with God is essential.

Similiarity

The electricity

That generates energy of heat

In the furnace

Cools the things in the refrigerator.

So the Cosmic energy

That flows through the medulla

Keeps the blood stream

Healthy and fair

To meet the need of the creator.

Beloved One

I dream of a lovely little girl

Who plays hide and seek with me

Spreading the pearls of the smile around.

Sometimes she steals my heart mother

And makes it dry as summer.

Sometimes she becomes my master

To sharpen my brain Computer.

Sometimes she draws me ahead

Of my ripe-old-age

The age of harvest

To show the movie

Of what is stored for me

Just behind the Sun-set.

I long for her for ever and for ever

To play in the garden of my life

Full of pain and pleasure

Troubles and anxieties ever

That will try me

Till the rest of my life mortal.

Still I crave for my beloved

She has been the nursling

And will be the same

Even after my demise

From this land of the living.

Wonder Awakening

To come and go

And to move left and right

With the burden of thought trons

Over head and ears day in and day out

Is no doubt a wonderful factor of life

In this moving world of getting and spending.

But the day fair or foul

That passes away hurried

From the Calendar of human life

With the rising and setting Sun

Makes the world busy.

But the night,

With the moon and the stars twinkling

Invites the tired travellers

To sleep on her soft lovely lap

Forgetting troubles and anxieties shortly

Is more wonderful than the former.

Time and tide

That passes away hurried

Without any step anywhere

Even looking before and after

Is the most wonderful thing

In the life history of the world living.

Light and Shade

Being born and brought up

In the same fairy land

Of cosmic Vibrations

Light and Shade or Black or white

Never fail to play their daily drama

On the adorned stage of the world

Under the pandal luxury

Of the azure sky,—

Studded with stars and planets.

They two work together, talk together,

Go together and  move together

There is no jealousy, no inharmony

Between them.

They are ever active and ever sympathetic.

They maintain hard and fast rule

Of executing their respective duties.

The light that is sparkling,

The shade that is clouding,

Both of them and conscious

Of their secret beauty.

They make the inner and other worlds

To be individually one.

When one reveals

Other unreveals.

There are no words to express them

This is the mystery

Of light and shade.