The Divine Mandate .

Secretly with care , Bear the boon of spiritual treasure , In the inner most chamber of your heart , And remain conscious and alert , So that you never remain apart , From that tranquil image of peace , In your mundane life the impossible bliss . Your long preservation of purity , Your aching widow cry , Your stern austerity in the silence of retreat , Your complete self submission to His will , Have brought you the grace . Be Love ,and spread love , As the leaves and roots of banyan tree , Go abreast dauntless and free , And with the bestowed sword of knowledge , Cut off the shackles of bondage of your neighbors , Awake and inspire , move and impel . Your Lord’s mandate is with you , And the mandate itself would do . You the beloved servant have nothing but serve .

How To Forget The Self ,-Dedicated to Swami Akhananda Maharaj .

There are many ways of knowing the self , And the service for the others is one , The painful bundle of morbid memories , Are replaced by yeoman-worship’s fun . The oblivion of the self , Comes from dedication to others , For the Father remains dormant in all , And Karma means to serve the Father . He who forgets the self by liberating in all , He needs no cause to know the rise and fall . For the glory of Atman is beyond quality attachment , Our Savior’s life confirms this truth-evoking statement .

The Scheming Compromise

Miss All Compromise since her moderate-school days from the age of 14 ,down to 12-grade examination had always been a searcher of a rich and handsome boy . She had searched in every nook and corner to discover one that would marry her . Several introductions , as occasional meetings , came and went , but none showed the gut to forward a suit .It was perhaps of her lower social status that did not allow a close tie with any guy above her rank . She has tried with all possible measures , as the butterfly sections of women ever do . But alas! , neither her youth nor her womanly allurement could produce the coveted result . Miss All Compromise at the age of 28 met a an old bachelor ,-Mr.Margon Hide who lived in the same colony where she was born and brought up . She knew him from a distance and had casual talks . She had read his interest to her , but the age gap ,-a gap of twenty years never approved her psychology about the possibility of a marriage by way-plucking love . But necessity knows no law, she needs a security and shelter ,-the husband and the home . This aged guy is a clerk of a merchant office and he has his own flat that he recently purchased .And again he has no encumbrance to provide . ‘Ah! It would be a pigeon-nest ,-age mattes little , many young women have age-double husband , and more over when an old bachelor marries a young girl , he remains a salve to her wife , as he supposes that the wife may elope with some young guy ‘ ,- she speculated within herself . The proposal was forwarded by a office colleague ,-a officer far above the rank of Mr. Mrgon . Miss All Compromise knew the man ,the - go-between as in her teen he showed his fascination to her . But as the man loved a another girl so the prospect after one or two park-bench sittings faded away . Later Miss Compromise could know that the girl eloped with a young boy junior to her age . And since then the Mr. Way Aside has taken a vow that he would never marry . The wedding was conducted in the city chapel in presence of few friends , and among them ,-Mr. Way Side was the co-coordinator . The couple returning home , attended a small party and then went to their bridal bed . The tidal of the romance though not an easy going continued nearly six months . And then there began to grow a gap between the wife and the husband . It appeared to Mrs. All Compromise that her husband lacked the very manliness of a man by which he satisfies the woman . At first she bore with the conjugal starvation with the hunger of a python , and yet she had the hope that she might become a mother . For her husband at least is not an imbecile , though not strong and wild in the secret affair . The husband ever took care the wife , and fulfilled the pretty economy of a house wife . But the wife needed more .She dreamed a car , some set of gorgeous gowns , and excess pocket money that are prerogative of all young wives .Mean while Mr.Way Side used to pay occasional visits and often took the couple to costly restaurants and corporate party . He was a lonely bachelor ,he had money , branded car ,but no woman of his own . The intimacy between Mrs. All Compromise and Mr. Way Side grew so deep and intensified that they were about to cross the boarder –line . The wife hatched upon a plan to manage exclusive time ,so that she could be more familiar to Mr. Way Side , in her husband’s absence . She otherwise expressed her disgust against the prosaic solvency of the family , and urged the husband to take over-time job . For if a child comes from them , then they would need more money for affording the child a better schooling . Mr. Margon agreed ,’Yes I wish to work extra hours if I get a overtime –job ‘ . “How nice you are “ said the wife . ‘But how I would get the job? “ –pronounced the husband . ‘No matter , I would tell Mr. Way Side ,and he would certainly open the avenue . But I think you must appeal him first “ . “Why not ? I must “ –said the husband . The wife concealed the got up game , as she previously conspired with Mr. Way Side . Within a week the husband was engaged by the office manager for serving the management job for a period of three hours ,other than his usual duty ,-10 am to 5 p.m . Hence forth she was free to be with Mr. Way Side from five to 8.p.m . Now Mr. Way Side what do you think ? You need not have a suspicious casting and me too will not be in fear of detection “ –whispered the lady in a low voice . ‘Yes , but how long we would continued this lechery ? –replied Mr. Way Side . Oh! No , I would manage , and he would never be able to catch us red-handed in a questionable situation “ ,-the woman assured . And since then they the cod-line was opened . Time has its own flow . Two years are gone . They celebrated the 2nd marriage anniversary . The wife and the husband agreed , as they were deprived of any issue , to consult a doctor . The doctor examined the both , took all kind of hormonal tests , and declared ,- “I am Sorry Mr.Margon , you would not be able to become a father “ .This was a shock , but not a bolt from the blue . For , their two years continual union yielded no result . The wife and the husband , both had psychic suspicion on each other , as who was impotent . Now the mystery is revealed . A traumatic sense of remorse seconded by unbearable self pity came upon Ma.Margon . He did not know what to do and how to console his wife . Mrs .All Compromise wearing a sorrowful face expressed her utter despondency as if she had lost every thing of her life .She did not speak a single word . Her silence greatly mattered to her husband . But with what consolation he could heal ! Mrs All Compromise within herself found a solution of her own . As the husband’s weakness was her capital so she would exploit her husband . Moreover ,she would not leave her husband keeping pushing him in social disgrace . But how she would disclose the secret . Once in a night ,Mr. Margon while caressing her in the bed said ,” I am an unworthy husband to you , I am really good for nothing . but yet I wish you be a mother “ .” How dare you say that” Said the wife . Then there was a deep pause .But the wife with trillion eagerness waited for coming out her coveted catch . Yes the cat came out from the bag . Mr Margon in his natural voice , as if nothing happened to him said ,” you know I am impotent , and save you no one knows it . Now if you , by your craft can seduce Mr. Way Side to the extent of being conceived , I would not mind . For in that case Mr. Way Side , would never be able to know that he is the father of the child . And the matter of my impotency would ever remain concealed” . With stirred affectation the wife reacted,” What a hell you say ! Are you urging your wife to sacrifice her chastity for your honor and happiness ? “ . No darling ,no ,-my cause is else where .It is for your motherhood with a sweet child in your lap , and then the penance of my inability . And now it is upto you . Your happiness is my happiness “ . The wife did not argue further . Lapping a kiss on her husband’s cheeks ,-she kept a while with a strong hug , and then with a smile she approved . What a child would do to her ! It would bind her with the tie of bondage . More over ,-the newly discovered ecstasy with Mr. Way Side would find a break if she gets pregnant . So she speculated that she would use pills , and prevent the possibility of pregnancy . Mr. Margn knowing well of the plot , regularly returns home late . He began to take occasional office tours , and stayed out station . Mean while some months elapsed , but Mrs’ All Compromise gave no signs of getting conceived . ‘What’s the matter ? Do you not allow him ?” Said Mr. Margon to his wife . “ Yes atlast on last Friday ,-I succeeded to have his sperm . You know it is a mammoth task for a wife “ Said the lady . Ok ,-thank you ,-go on . I am hoping the good news would come soon .” . But alas no news did come . Months glided in to year , and years advanced from two to three ,-no good news did come . Since these three years Mrs. All Compromise had taken pregnancy preventative measure , and always fabricated lie . But when she willed, she did , she found no change . One day ,she exposed to Mr. Way Side ,”I wanted to be your child’s mother , and with that hope I have offered myself to you for the last three years , behind my husband’s back , -keeping my husband in the dark , but sorry ! I was not given any bliss “ . I did not tell you , I thought that you knew from the fact of not using condom on my part . I am impotent , and for that I did not marry “ . Stated Mr . Way Side . And since then , he did not come to Mrs. All Compromise . A month later the post man brought a registered envelop , and when it was revealed she found a bank draft of 50 thousand dollars and a letter ,” Dear Compromise , I have violated the moral code , I have betrayed my dearest friend and you . Here is something for your service and my love . What an impotent lover can offer than that . No matter I know , your husband too is impotent . I wish you should try your luck for the third time “

The Bath In Love .

The boy from his blossoming adolescence stepped in flooding youth and was little aware of the enemy that may drag his blood in guise of motherly care and affection . The widow cook in the hostel ,often shared the boy with all sorts of caresses as solace of loneliness and companion .She often hugged him and this grew into a strange fascination . The boy felt a sort of ignition in his dumb impulses . Sometimes he thought in his lonely hours how the embraces and kisses differed from those of his dead mother at his elderly childhood days . Then , he did not felt the storm in his body and mind , as now he is feeling .Perhaps the sleeping libido now has awakened ! Ajanta the widow ,-had lost her husband in her early girlish days when she had just shared the privilege of landing into the no man’s land and getting lost into ecstasy .As a Hindu woman ,she had to remain in fast ,from the age of 22 .The traditional austerity and imposed conventions proved bar to her blood thirsty tigress . There were eyes to eye her womanly allurement , there were secret winks to tease her wild volcano , there were occasional intruders to cause gratis assistance. But alas she was undone ! Her conservative Hindu-Brahmin family reduced her into a forlorn desert . With the waning of the family resources and gradual stopping of her widow allowances ,she was proposed to work as a cook and caretaker in a boys’ hostel .Her time passed in work and service .Her dormant mother hood though was deprived of the chemistry , yet she ever fostered the desired operation . Moloy ,-the 18-years boy since his arrival in the hostel was under the sole guardianship of Ajanta as the woman was a distant relative of his father and it was his father who managed her the job some ten years ago . Once Moloy feel ill , his fever continued an week , she nursed him , and sat by his bed till Moloy slept . One night ,she fell asleep while she was laying healing balm on Moloy’s fore-head .Moloy pretended to be in sleep ,as as she might come closer to his body . His conscious grew , he began to breathe heavy and warm , his hands came up ,his lips rose , and his man’s tool turned into an erected wine . He could not even feel how the tiger from his unconscious forest had it’s nature’s incarnation . Ajanta too ,in another way dreaming the dream of her first melting with her husband . Who knows how dreams often cause miracle ! She with stirring tidal set herself in the whirl wind of mutual alchemy .And when she came into awareness , then her fiery tigress was in the irresistible ride to the crescendo of climax .

The Wanton Circus .

Opens the vast play ground , Go and go merry go-rounds , The mischief hounds hound . The old children with new ones , Revolve round the oldest sun , The fire ignites the arranged hearths . The ghosts of the forefathers hang mantles , Some heads sprout ,some on pyre-bed , The wanton circus continues its tread .

I Have Nothing To Say

The Apparent Phantom . I have nothing to say , I have nothing to pay , For woman is beyond my poor range , She is mystic-divine , and beauty’s strange . She is home of illusion , She is the spindle of creation , And the miracle –mistake of love , No drinks of yours can fill her cup . She is the magic remote of senses’ turbine , Allured –azure unquenched wine .

The Romantic Cyclone .

The Willow winking of your of your maiden’s wink ,

Wizards the mystic of my green waiting ,

And took out my nowhere with maddening .

Time forgot to seal its impressions ,

And senses converged into the flux of your image ,

The fermented mind hang in restless guess .

The visual presence of all memory just got a standby ,

No measure but you , demanded my dream ,

Where vanished all barriers of low and high .

Whether the reddish arrow of Monalisa ,

Or drinks from Chalice or possession of Touch-stone ,

But I go a-haunted with your Romantic Cyclone .

The Sweet Sweetie .

In the ups and down of temptations’ profile ,

You Sweet wipe sorrow’s figure and beguile .

In the dreary ways of unknown miles ,

You Sweet peep and mitigate the weep ,

With your soul effusing smile .

In the hopeless desert  with empty heart ,

Melancholy takes possession on the will ,

You Sweet bloom breaking nature’s seal .

In clouded insecurity while plunge with no rope ,

You Sweet come by like a floating boat ,

And make me the monarch of impossible hope .

While the natural hunger with thirst starve ,

You Sweet repair the senses’ agony ,

And play your unasked love in my harp .

But For Your Presence . 12.2.13

But for your presence ,

How could I have survived .

But for your presence

How  I could have revived ,

The daily  slips and lapses ,

Of my haggard’s stumbling .

But for your presence ,

How could I seek remedy ,

Of my timeless drudgery,

 Cause born dilemma of reasons ,

And nowhere whirl winds of my passage .

But for your presence ,

How could I depend on unconditional love ,

Of a mother to her son or earth to her inmates ,

And how  could I have the passport to glide the gates ,

Of clumsy taxes and egos ,

How could I accept the worth to forgive and forgo .

But for your presence ,

How the vacant and dreary world could have a meaning ,

In my faith and resolution .

Where no concern but your wish prevails .

But for your presence ,

All loves were on give and take –rails ,

Blared and grayish in ghostly frails .