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  • shrihari_nandini 82w

    #mahalakshmi #narayana #shrihari #govinda #shri #vishnu #darkness #light #war #between #myself #and #mind #come #lord #plead #request #terminate #distress


    Come before the Dark falls
    By Bhavya Gogia

    Come my Lord of matchless charm
    Fill me in your embrace which is warm
    Let me be a magnet to your feet
    And worry further not for my heaps of sins
    Come Oh Murare, vanquisher of my sigh
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby

    Oh Lord who measured the skies and the earth
    Infinity times who took various births
    You are birthless, yet you come for the poor
    You are the helper of the helpless in despair
    Come for me too, much dark is this night
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby

    When Partha lost his way, in the battlefield
    Out of grief, he approached your lotus feet
    When Vibhishan came, grieved by his brother
    You caressed the forsaken like a loving Mother
    Your feet are approached always by the wise
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby

    You took Rukmini at once, when she called you
    Only you are fit to be approached by hearts which are true
    I am a fallen one, my heart is fraught with lies
    Oh Merciful, still kindly heed to my plight!
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby

    My Lord above all, the child of Dashratha
    You are well known as Apath Bandhava*
    Your glories are our treasure, your feet are our life
    Pray make me a servant, to those elixir sans pride
    Come before my darkness sings me a lullaby

    *Aapath/Aapadh Bandhava means one who gets us out of our troubles and problems.

    If in this life, my darkness comes before he does to protect me, I will sleep surrounded in the darkness deprived of the light he is. If I am not able to see him before my eyes close in the darkness I have always been, my life, my each breath would be worthless, if he doesn't hear my plead to save me from this darkness, I don't know when next would I get a human birth to contemplate on him.

    This human birth is very very precious, use it wisely to sing his praise and come out of darkness for when it ends, you never know when you will be human again and be able to approach him for no other being can do devotion like a human until and unless he is graced by ShriBhagwan or ShriVaishnavas themselves.

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    Come before the Dark falls

    By ShriHari Nandini

  • shrihari_nandini 105w

    #shrihari #mahalakshmi #narayana #seeking #refuge #devotion #help #charmer #shelter #grow #niche #perfection #virtue #true #love #bestowing #feet #mind #kind #heart #deserve #generous #one #terminate #distress #discus #never #forsake #surrender #ways #cumbersome

    Seeking Refuge
    By Bhavya Gogia

    Oh ShriHari, I need thy help
    For thy grace surpasses
    All kinds of wealth
    I need your mercy
    My Lord, my Charmer
    For am poor and I lack
    Thy perfect Shelter.
    Oh Lord let me grow
    Under thy Feet
    No other niche,
    May my Heart seek!
    Oh perfection of each virtue
    My Lord, My Hero,
    May my love be true
    Towards only thy bestowing Feet
    Nothing shall my mind
    Neither I do seek!
    But Oh Lord am poor
    Neither humble by Heart
    Then what do I deserve
    Oh kind at Heart?
    I deserve punishments
    Of every hell
    For I am deficient
    Yet much reckless
    But Oh Generous one
    I believe in you
    That you won't forsake me,
    My Heart says so
    Hence Oh lovely one
    Wielding a discus
    Give me thy refuge
    And terminate my distress
    I trust you much
    So be it wholesome
    For Oh Vishnu, sans surrender
    Every path's cumbersome!

    *Cumbersome- slow and inefficient

    So what was I seeking till now? Yes, that's devotion! Devotion to ShriHari's and ShriVaishnavas' feet. But how may I achieve it, for one who achieves such devotion without any effort becomes the Greatest and is revered everywhere- ShriVaikunth or Earth. Therefore, when Krishna speaks of three yogas in Bhagwat Geeta as means to attain Moksha, in the end shloka 18.66 which is the Charam-Shloka in our tradition, he speaks of forsaking all ways and surrender unto him, He will take care of everything else then. Hence, from now ask nothing from him, but simply surrender! Simply HIS REFUGE! He shall deliver you! This is his promise!
    ❇Om Namo Narayanaye!

    And ShrimadGeeta 18.66, the Lord Promises:
    ❇sarva dharmān parityajya mām ekaṃ śaraṇaṃ vraja |
    ahaṃ tvā sarva-pāpebhyo mokṣayiṣyāmi mā śucaḥ || 66 ||

    66. Completely relinquishing all Dharmas, take refuge in Me alone. I will release you from all sins, grieve not.

    Pic credit: Pinterest, to the original owner.

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    Seeking Refuge

    By ShriHari Nandini

  • mkandres 235w

    Christmas Angel

    The disappointed look on his face almost killed me. His chin quivered. His lips transformed into a straight thin line. But his eyes, those milky green eyes haunted me.

    “Are you sure?” my husband asked the doctor. “Are you absolutely sure?”

    Dr. Nelson nodded, blonde locks falling across her forehead. “I’m afraid so. We’ve run a plethora of tests. The baby won’t survive the pregnancy, Mr. North. I’m terribly sorry.”

    “And there’s nothing you can do?”

    “All I can suggest is to terminate the pregnancy. It would be best.”

    I propped myself up on one elbow. “Terminate?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Who would it be best for? Certainly not the baby.” I could not control my shaking body.

    “Holly, I don’t think…”

    I waved my hand, dismissing the medical professional’s thoughts.

    “Doctor, I believe I speak for myself and my wife when I say, and I am saying this with all due respect, that your opinion is pure and utter hogwash.”

    I wanted to jump and shout and praise my husband from the rooftops.

    “This baby will be born and without complications. Have you ever heard of the power of prayer?”

    Dr. Nelson’s face went ashen. “Perhaps a second opinion may be in order.”

    I rose and began to dress. The baby inside me kicked hard, with both feet. A giggle tickled my throat.

    We prayed in the exam room. We prayed on the drive home. We prayed that night and many nights beyond.

    And then I got sick. My back ached and my stomach felt full and sour. Fear gripped my heart. I couldn’t bear to tell Nick there was no movement. No rumbles or tumbles. No kicks. Nothing. Nothing at all. I didn’t want to see his sunken face or those haunting eyes again. Was I being punished for something? Had I done something wrong? If I had, Nick hadn’t. He certainly didn’t deserve to lose our precious angel.

    They rushed me into the delivery room. I wasn’t ready. I was ready, sort of, but I wasn’t prepared. They wouldn’t allow my husband in. When the baby was, umm, gone, I would be all alone. I wept.

    “Do you believe in the power of prayer, Holly?” Dr. Nelson was wearing a green hospital mask across her mouth and nose but I recognized her tinkling voice.

    “Yes,” I croaked. “I do.”

    “Then pray. Now.”

    And I did.

    The hands on the clock didn’t move much before her arrival. The next thing I knew Nick was holding our daughter in his arms.

    “She’s tiny but she’s perfect,” Dr. Nelson announced. “There isn’t a thing wrong with this child.”

    We decided to name her Angel.

    My husband beamed. I know it was the best Christmas he ever had.

    --Melissa Andres

  • theblankpage 268w

    I found you, in between the pages of my life. Not on the very first page, but in the second chapter of the third part of my story. The paper rustled in the wind, you walked in, the words danced and paragraphs untwined themselves. We travelled together, from one line to another, hitting blank spaces, frequent pauses and glyphs. I lapped up everything you had to say; got drunk on your words and lost myself in a mindless bliss. It wasn't until you dropped my hand that I realised that we had reached the last stop of the last line of our chapter- the little black dot that terminated it all. I reached out for you but you had already leaped off the page. And I am still stuck there. I do not want to turn the page over to a new chapter but I have to, because I hope, that if not in the next chapter, maybe we will cross paths again somewhere in the middle or the final pages of the third part of my story.