Saileelamrutha

The King of kings came in the guise of a fakir And threw open the coffers of his treasure to the faithful With patience the apostle of love earned this wealth And like a philanthropist started distributing the wealth The self made billionaire among billionaires went about Looking for a spiritual son to continue the good work Then came a young gentleman dressed impeccably dressed He became the rightful heir to the wealth of the universe The care taker of the universe said, come take this wealth Not recognizing the treasure's worth I walked towards the cunning merchants After haggling with the merchants long and hard I bought the wares that I did not need I ran after the counterfeit money that was required To do transactions with the merchants of the world Forgetting the real treasure trove hidden near the neem tree I ran after ephemeral treasure which excites the sense organs I gave myself away without prudence to the people of the world I got o...

My Sadguru came home yesterday I was pining for the him day by day I tread a thorny path bereft of any shoes Every person I meet seems to have a forked tongue Insults hurled one after the other hurt My body like a million serrated arrows Your lover does not get respected amidst the merchants of the world Always the lover is trod upon By the cruel beings of the world Not a single shoulder to lean on No one to turn to in these depressing times I pined for the arrival of the Sadguru Whose acceptance alone matters in this world You came to my house blessing one and all Tears of pain were replaced by those of happiness As I clung to the treasure trove of the Sadguru's feet I realized that nothing else really matters in the world The dreary mountain of expectations of happiness from the world vanished To make room for the spotless brilliance of the Sadguru's grace

As I walked into the office, pondering over what would make me feel better. That made me realize that I was not feeling good. I was feeling blue. Why I wondered? I changed the question a little. What is it that has made me feel bad. I realized that there was something that I wanted badly. Something that I would have really enjoyed had it happened. It has not happened yet. And unfortunately, every day I am somehow reminded of that fact. Today somehow I wanted to bring a closure to the issue. How do I do it I wondered. I then saw the calendar lying on my desk. There was a saying of Lord Sainath before today's date. It was "Poverty is better than Kingship. The lord is always with the poor". I had always understood this statement to allude to Sainath's fakiri (medicant lifestyle) . Haven't poets sung time and again looking at Baba's magnificent form "You wear the garb of a fakir but in reality you are the emperor of emperors. You are the almighty God who...