Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Yeshudas-Hari om Sharan
Two golden voices...Yeshudas...and Hari Om Sharan...it is Amrut varsha..it is the voice from heaven...but surely Hariom sharan takes the credit of 'lovingly orginal'. Yeshudas is a gift of god. He has the God's voice...I cann't say a word more...but HariOm has gone a step ahead...his concoction is intoxicating...he has put extra 'love' with very word he sings..and every pause he breathes...Yeshudas is compelling....Hari Om is binding...
May God give life to both of them
bard
Monday, October 17, 2005
these are the times of turbulence...long unwinding roads...obfuscation before the goal..bard tries to get recover the dried heart...
When bard prays now, it is a business messaging to you...may be, on day..we will have a deal...
Tuesday, May 17, 2005
more avenues...more rays of hope...
If you knock...the door shall open...sooner or later..
Bard is never tired. How can one get tired of singing a song....the song of life...
Madhurima, stir more passion....let every moment be a living legend....let my tireless soul, melt into your divine being...
salutations to all those who work honestly towards thier greater destiny....
Monday, May 16, 2005
Its looks like return!
Along the way Bard has been through the tumultuous days. Rapture to rupture, the heart went sore...Emotions bind, but uncontrolled emotion tires...
Back to the old bylanes of sleepy town...Bard chants the couplets of Tukaram...loud and clear..O Lord...do you hear...
Life is on a Columbus journey...only echo is my own sound..such a sea...such a distance...such a tiny mole of existence...out to see the other end of the sight...every one travels alone..those who don't, get a different India.
Bard does not meditate..meditatation brings fixation...how will Tukram and Gyaneshwar chant in karoake otherwise...
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Bard is not conditioned...he can cry. He can cry when the apalling apathy looms over the city. Headlights of the speeding cars, blinds my sight..and my pigeons. Wish I had speed immobiliser...
Every moment is a 'next moment'. Divinity is faster than Ferrari...and it comes in royal blue only. I need to shed my scarlets...road is lonely and lots of blinding lights..on the way...
Sunday, June 25, 2006
till Jan 2005
Monday, January 17, 2005
when life is a drift...I year for the lift.
Manolov memories, endearment of the consort and self-love of sorts...a worldly potion for unworldly alchemy...bard is back to musings.
"dennis...arrey...tum to chhinkne wala gift laaye ho..." mony woke up and found the gift and the sneeze coming together...
When you call...madhurima...I would be writing the blog....wait for me for 5 minutes...
Saturday, May 08, 2004
from an...unplanned.walk to Kali temple...I had to turn toward Ayappa temple....the rhythmic and intense chants with traditional instruments were captivating..South India has a purer and more ancient Hinduism...After a night of reading Indian philosophy (for the presentation)....mind was in a surmise, full day.
Wish I could learn Tamil...
I stayed for half an hour there...and wept...looking at the intensity of devotees...good vibrations...I am learning the language of vibrations....
yes..night 1.00 am I happen to read the name 'Mira bai' and couldn't help crying....
I am inching closer to the unspoken prayers....one day i will become one.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Madhurima...has been long lost...
All that binds me..is dissolved in my workshop.
I am spending from my deposits...how long will it last...
There is a fear in heart..when someone will ask me for alms..I may send him empty handed...he does not care for my workshop..
one day when it rains..I will bathe like I used to...all in open... with Little Siddharth...
May be I will cry a little...only to touch what has been mine ever..
Friday, April 30, 2004
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
when i am alone...I drift...and I gain....I weaken and I grow....struggle. Constantly on the razor's edge.
Read Ramakrishna Paramhansa's picture story today. I different world I went into....the world which can only be experienced.... a spirit...lifted from the ground.....one who goes into deep samadhi (trance) looking at wonders of nature, baby in the mother's lap, a divine place .....wish I could go to his meditation places in Kolkata (calcutta) and feel the positive vibrations of this divine soul....
i now understand...why Osho goes ga..ga. about him. And why he could create Vivekanands...
My salutations to the great soul....may lord lead my to those heights of living divinity....
when life is a drift...I year for the lift.
Manolov memories, endearment of the consort and self-love of sorts...a worldly potion for unworldly alchemy...bard is back to musings.
"dennis...arrey...tum to chhinkne wala gift laaye ho..." mony woke up and found the gift and the sneeze coming together...
When you call...madhurima...I would be writing the blog....wait for me for 5 minutes...
Saturday, May 08, 2004
from an...unplanned.walk to Kali temple...I had to turn toward Ayappa temple....the rhythmic and intense chants with traditional instruments were captivating..South India has a purer and more ancient Hinduism...After a night of reading Indian philosophy (for the presentation)....mind was in a surmise, full day.
Wish I could learn Tamil...
I stayed for half an hour there...and wept...looking at the intensity of devotees...good vibrations...I am learning the language of vibrations....
yes..night 1.00 am I happen to read the name 'Mira bai' and couldn't help crying....
I am inching closer to the unspoken prayers....one day i will become one.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
Madhurima...has been long lost...
All that binds me..is dissolved in my workshop.
I am spending from my deposits...how long will it last...
There is a fear in heart..when someone will ask me for alms..I may send him empty handed...he does not care for my workshop..
one day when it rains..I will bathe like I used to...all in open... with Little Siddharth...
May be I will cry a little...only to touch what has been mine ever..
Friday, April 30, 2004
Wednesday, April 21, 2004
when i am alone...I drift...and I gain....I weaken and I grow....struggle. Constantly on the razor's edge.
Read Ramakrishna Paramhansa's picture story today. I different world I went into....the world which can only be experienced.... a spirit...lifted from the ground.....one who goes into deep samadhi (trance) looking at wonders of nature, baby in the mother's lap, a divine place .....wish I could go to his meditation places in Kolkata (calcutta) and feel the positive vibrations of this divine soul....
i now understand...why Osho goes ga..ga. about him. And why he could create Vivekanands...
My salutations to the great soul....may lord lead my to those heights of living divinity....
Feb2004
Monday, February 09, 2004
Return is the eternal order Madhurima. From all my diversions and diffusions, I am back, time to time, to put my head in you lap and sleep carefree....detangled from the World...melting, I seek from you the mother's warmth. When the evening comes, I know you would sing from your heart into my soul...and when i wake up in the morning, you would be up and about in the World, before me, to make my day lighter.... Madhurima... you are a benign lover or a passionate mother...
Look into me...seep through me...become a river of vast expanse...flowing largely...slowly...moving into me..into the nothingness...
Become me Madhurima.
Thursday, December 27, 2001
Hi,
I was a gem concealed...
me, my burning ray revealed..
...
Wait for more...as I take birth in the e-paradigm,,,
..Bard..
Return is the eternal order Madhurima. From all my diversions and diffusions, I am back, time to time, to put my head in you lap and sleep carefree....detangled from the World...melting, I seek from you the mother's warmth. When the evening comes, I know you would sing from your heart into my soul...and when i wake up in the morning, you would be up and about in the World, before me, to make my day lighter.... Madhurima... you are a benign lover or a passionate mother...
Look into me...seep through me...become a river of vast expanse...flowing largely...slowly...moving into me..into the nothingness...
Become me Madhurima.
Thursday, December 27, 2001
Hi,
I was a gem concealed...
me, my burning ray revealed..
...
Wait for more...as I take birth in the e-paradigm,,,
..Bard..
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