Symphony Of The Soul

(c) Shilpa Sandesh


Like a humming bird,
Bustling and hopping,
Trapped within 
Our covetous selves,
Fluttering its wings,
Endeavouring to awaken,
Our unconscious pneuma, 
The soul beseeches,
Seething and wheezing,
Yet canorous and harmonic,
Euphonic to the ears,
Mellifluous and pleasing,
It's but a hail and a call,
For the realisation, the cognizance,
It is 
The symphony of the soul!

The One Soul....(2)

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

The worldly glitters,

The pompous selves,

Are nothing 

But the satanic elves;

Driving forces,

Of money,

And a want,

Of sophistication,

Are the blindfolds,

That we all wear;

The clamour,

Of the rap and the rock,

The uproar,

Of feuds and squabbles;

Be the cotton balls,

That clog our ears;

Let the rhythm,

Of Naam,

Chant in our minds,

Let the soul,

Open its wings,

And reach,

Where the One Soul be.

His Angelic Embrace

(c) Shilpa Sandesh

Divine and so serene,

With no prejudice 

Of caste or creed,

And no discrimination

Of colour or race,

His saintly smile,

And open arms,

Awaiting our blackened hearts,

To be pious and pure,

For the realisation,

Of the truth of life,

For that judgement day,

For His angelic embrace