Authorz: C. P. Sharma

Then, in sky rending hue and cry Gopis repented why Him they defied!!!!!! In a frantic search they ran around If beloved Krishana could be…

The Braj to whole cosmos extends Particles of Braj1 soil divinity sing Radha’s2 foot chain’s jingles ring On the grasslands divinity grows In its cow’s…

She is my mother I owe her my being, Her musical lyrics To me she still sings. She taught me scriptures When I was in…

Love is not flower that fades away, Love is its fragrance that ever holds sway.

On this day when I remember Of mother’s love and care; I can feel her sweet soft touch, And lingering fragrance in the air A…

‘I’ am the reflection, ‘You’ are my mirror, ‘He’ is the substance.

He is the One, The Truth is his Name, He is the only creator, Him no fear ever claimed. He has no enemy, Uncaptured by…

True is the Master, true His justice In language of love find its bliss, We ever beg for more and more The Giver more and…

One of the Trinity of godheads Wedded to ‘Shakti’1 with Sati2 treads Churned out poison of oceans sipped Hence His throat is still blue stripped3.…

Are we dreaming Or we are awake! Is this body real Or it is fake! Is it fifty-fifty Or forty sixty! Is it the mind…

Today the ends justify means Righteousness is little concern; Machiavelli now rules the roost Gandhian austerity they spurn.

All praise to the gardener who keeps Eden Caresses each leaf with fondness and love Taps the window panes of the sleeping soul The dawn…

one fine spring morning sitting in my chair newspaper in hand basking the sun in front of my eyes a scene thus run: a sparrow…

You! Daughter of Hollowness, Born of bamboo tree, Sing songs of happiness, Keep me melancholy free. When I am swelled with ego, I breathe all…

Some sing His powers, their heart His swing, Some sing His grace, coz they got His ping. Some sing His virtues, His praise adore, Knowledgeable…

Cleansing ten million times Me of my sins can’t purge, If with base desires I merge Serenity in mind can’t surge. If whole world of…

Eighty percent past: twenty percent laughter, sixty percent cry. Twenty percent future: hung in uncertainty, in the pan fry.

A crying birth. A faltering toddler. A playful child. A dreaming adolescent. A yoked couple. A groaning grown up. A tottering old age, Waiting for…

I see churches in the mountain peaks. I hear the gongs in the sounds of sea dashing against the stony shore. I smell incense in…

Mistake it not for a cabaret dance With sex and lust in dancer’s glance, It was at Lord Krishana’s stance For routing Cupid’s lusty lance.…