Saileelamrutha

In the narrow muddy streets As the sun was about to set The tiny hamlet was soon envoloped in darkness The simple oil vendors stumbled about in ignorance In this extreme darkness a fakir walked the streets His face shone like the bright moon on a cloudless sky He walked at a steady pace towards the mud walled Mosque Many simple and confused souls followed him in the dark Two drops of oil alone remained in the small tumbler Many were the lamps to be lit to show the way to everyone Water mixed with this oil the Fakir consumed Once again with water the tumbler was filled Those in darkness watched utterly amazed For to fill the earthen lamps this water was used Suddenly several earthan lamps shone brightly Like several stars with the moon  in the night sky The simple souls were standing in a daze To the Fakir's beautiful face they turned their gaze Lamps of dispassion, devotion and knowledge were lit Ego,ignorance,arrogance and illusion took to their heals ...

There was a time when evil reigned supreme Darkness prevailed and light there was none On the eigth day of the second forthnight On a wednesday midnight when Rohini was ascendant A terrible storm blew over Mathura The river Yamuna was in spate And yet at this time everything seemed pleasant And the entire universe seemed to be rejoicing The sun is in the constellation of Leo And  the moon is rising real high At these dark times, in the darkest of dungeons In the city of Mathura, the Capital of the wicked Kansa There was a bright luminous light in a dark cell To Vasudeva and Devaki was born the Lord God incarnate A dusky baby who knew he ought not to cry For all the evil guards were in deep sleep And the chains that bound Vasudeva broke free And the gates of the prison opened themselves A heavenly voice said leave the baby At Nanda's house in Gokul across the river The clouds seemed to be crying tears of joy For the rain fell down in huge torrents L...

A boy came into a tiny hamlet Absorbed in the self day and night Meditated near a neem tree From desires was he ever free Who knew what the future beheld He sat alone feeling neither hot or cold Disappeared one day all of a sudden Much to the dismay of the Villagers Reappered in the Nizam dominion As an aulia in Chand Patil's opinion Who knew that this poor begging fakir Was to bless the richest of emir An empire of faith was established Differences and evil was abolished He declared boldly before everyone Listen to me "God is one" To the Hindus he is Ram And to the Yavanas he is Rahim To the Jews,Samaritans and Christians he is Yahweh To the Fire worshippers he is Ahura Mazda To those who follow the divine 10 Gurus He is called by them as Waheguru To the followers of Siddhartha Gautama He is known as the state of Nirvana Follow with all your heart your own religion Doing so find humanity and love within No new religion or Math was e...

The sun, the clouds and the earth give impartially to every seed sown And they are neither overjoyed At the sight of a bountiful crop Nor are they dejected when The crop fails and the land is bare And yet I laud you when pleasures come my way And am angry at you when suffering fills my day A child may at times get angry at its mother But it's love for her diminishes not one bit Likewise oh Sai, do I love you so It is your boundless love that makes this possible Pleasure or pain, Sunshine or rain Let me always cling to your feet Lost in your love this fakiri does not matter Immersed in your thoughts, this fakir becomes a badshah

Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha! I bow before the primordial power from whose single breath manifested this Universe and everything in it! Oh Lambodhara, fourteen worlds are contained in your belly. Thou art the source of all learning and knowledge. I humbly place my ego at your feet and beseech you to destroy the obstacles that might arise in my singing your glory. Different people call you by different names and yet in the end they all reach you. I then bow before Mother Saraswathi, for without her consent, how can one sing your glory? My obeisance be to Shree Sita Ramachandra, whose names are enough to reach the end. My obeisance to Lord Shiva whose abode is the pristine Kailasa. The name of Rama is ever on his lips, and the name of Shiva is ever on Hari's lips. Who can fathom this deep mystery. I then bow to all the saints, sadgurus and incarnations to bless me in singing their glory. I then bow before the Sweet form of the Sadguru, who is one with all the above.  You are the destinat...

Om Shree Ganeshaya Namaha! My humble prostrations to the primordial power unto whom obeisance is paid before undertaking any venture. All the Vedas, Shastras, arts and sciences have verily originated from you and yet they fall silent when trying to describe you. What then is the way for a dullard like me. But I know that I am not the doer. You alone are the inner-dweller of one and all, and knowing you to be the sole inspirer and doer of all great works, I muster the courage in singing your glory, for no earthly pleasure can equal the sweetness of the stories of Saints. Once lodged in the heart, the drive away desires and give us peace of mind. Along with this comes complete submission to the supreme will after which there is no dearth for anything in this world and  hereafter. I then fall flat at the feet of Mother Saraswathi, clad in a pristine white saree and a vermillon mark on her forehead, and the beautiful peacock along her side. The vedas and the Sahastras verily was heard ...

Shree Samartha Sadguru Sainath Maharaj Om Gam Ganapataye Namaha! Oh Lord Ganesha, thou art that primordial power from which this universe originated. Your excellent form represents all the vedas and shastras. Resplendent and full of glory you use your mighty axe to destroy the thick forests of obstacles. Verily only the blessed come to you, worshipping you with different names. The Samaritans, the Jews and the Christians say you are Yehweh. The Mussalmans call you Allah. The Sikhs call you Waheguru and those of Sanathana Dharma call you Lambodhara. Just as a child calls it's mother in a particular language, all your children seek you by calling you different names. Please look kindly upon me and help me sing thy glory. For is it not by your grace that one can cross the forests of Sandalwood to reach the mines full of gold and dimonds. Today I seek your help in trying to describe the dream vision that you verily gave me. For are you not one with my Sadguru? I then bow before Moth...