Exuberant he is!
That’s a Yogi with character!

Smiling, treat wallah.
Pyramid quartz.
Dangling sparkles.
Sunlight reflects
His teeth softly open to the world.
Taste buds willing
Simple yet refined
Yogi Yum Yums
Spreading the thunderous joy
Of pure delight!
He gives permission to say “GOD”
He sits.
When no one is around
In the hall where Shiva dances to his music.
Pulsing the instrument
Harmonium glimmering with song.
Goggles on, ready and shimmering
He booms a great confidence,
The resounding sound:

SHRI RAM
JAYA RAM
JAYA JAYA RAM
SHRI RAM
JAYA RAM
JAYA JAYA RAM!

Dil chahe agar k chahu tujhe aur jada,
Pyar karu tujhe khud se jada,
Bana loo tujhe apna,
Kareeb aa jaun tere aur jada,
Jindagi tere naam kar doo,
Bandagi teri bana doo,
Bhar loo tujhko bahon me,
Pyar kar loo tujhe aur jada,
Kyun khafa ** jate **,
Kyun roothkar tum jate **,
Kyun bhool sab kuch jate **,
Jab dil chahta hai k yumhe yaad aaun aur jada,
Tumhe pyar kar loo aur jada,
Beet jayegi jindgani,
Kho jayegi apni kahani,
Roothna manana to hota hi rahta hai,
Kyun dard dete ** khud ko,
Sab jante ** tum agar,
Chahte ** yum agar,
Kyun rooth jate ** aur jada,
Dil chahta hai k pyar kar loo aur jada,
Na rooth tum jaya karo,
Na khud ko yun tadpaya karo,
Kabhi mere bhi ban jaya karo,
Yun khamosh na ** jaya karo,
Kyun khwab me aate ** tum,
Kyu saanso me bas jate ** tum,
Kyun yaad aate harpal aate ** tum,
Kya karu,
kaise khus rakhu tumhe aur jada,
Dil chahta hai k chahoo tumhe air jada,
Puar kar loo tumhe ur jada....

I love you ...
Misss you.

Di ujung jalan Merbabu III, ada sebuah bangunan tua berwarna cokelat muda berlantai satu dengan sebuah taman yang dipenuhi semak bunga Gardenia dan sebuah pohon pinus. Itu adalah rumah kami. Sebuah gunung berdiri tegak di depan kami. Teh beraroma melati yang disajikan dalam cangkir putih membiarkan asapnya mengepul memenuhi udara dan menghangatkan atmosfer di sekitar kami hanya untuk sepersekian detik. Ditemani sepiring pisang goreng atau roti bakar berisi selai cokelat yang meleleh, bersama ibuku, kami berbincang tentang banyak hal di atas kursi kayu di teras rumah berlatar gunung.

Kami banyak membicarakan tentang masalah pendidikkan dalam negeri, masalah keluarga, hobi masing-masing, masa depan, pelajaran di sekolah, pekerjaan lainnya, dan mengeluh bagaimana hal-hal tidak berjalan sesuai dengan ekspektasi kami. Ibuku adalah sahabat terbaikku. Bisa dibilang dia merupakan orang terfavoritku walaupun aku lebih mengidolakan band-band asal Inggris yang jaya di pertengahan era 90-an. Tapi, ibuku adalah pendengar terbaik selain secarik kertas HVS putih yang biasa kutulisi dengan rangkaian kata menggunakan pulpen biru Faster. Dia mendengar, benar-benar mendengar. Dia mengerti apa maksud dari seluruh ucapanku, bukan hanya sekedar menyimak cerita-ceritaku.

Setiap kali aku mengeluh tentang suatu hal, Ibu menghujaniku dengan nasihat-nasihat dan pepatah-pepatah hebat. Ia selalu mengingatkanku untuk selalu bersyukur.

“Bu,” panggilku pada suatu siang di tengah bulan Juni yang sangat panas.

Kami sedang membersihkan sayur kangkung dan ikan Gurame di dapur dengan jendela yang terbuka lebar di hadapan kami sehingga kami bisa melihat jelas isi dari taman belakang rumah sebelah.

“Aku heran mengapa bunga-bunga liar ini bisa tumbuh. Maksudku dari mana mereka berasal dan bagaimana bisa mereka tumbuh begitu saja?" tanyaku.

Ibuku tersenyum. “Penyebaran bibit itu bermacam-macam. Lewat serangga, bisa jadi?” jawabnya sambil terus membersihkan sisik ikan. “Lagi pula, bunga rumput itu sangat cantik. Setuju dengan Ibu?”

Aku mengangkat sebelah alis, kemudian menggeleng. “Cantik apanya? Mereka berantakan, ya, kan? Bagaimana bisa Bu Jum betah melihatnya tanpa merasa gatal untuk segera mencabutnya?”

“Mereka adalah bunga yang kuat,” katanya, “mereka tumbuh di mana saja, kapan saja. Mereka tidak peduli seperti apa rupa lingkungan sekitarnya dan bagaimana lingkungan sekitarnya bersikap pada mereka, menampar atau menerima. Mereka tetap tumbuh, bertahan, dan hidup. Bunga rumput adalah bunga liar yang sering diacuhkan banyak orang, tapi mereka adalah bunga yang kuat dan mereka terlihat cantik dengan cara mereka sendiri.”

Aku tertegun.

“Itu hanya pandangan Ibu saja. Semacam filosofi, kamu paham, kan?”

Sejak saat itu, aku percaya pada kecantikan di setiap kesederhanaan. Hal-hal yang biasa tidak diperhatikan atau dilupakan banyak orang sesungguhnya memiliki keindahannya sendiri. Meneguk secangkir kopi panas di malam hari ketika tiada satu pun suara dan bintang berkedip di langit tinggi, cahaya matahari yang mengintip dari balik dedaunan dan ranting pohon atau jendela kamar, mendengar dan melihat bagaimana tetes-tetes hujan turun dari genting ke permukaan tanah. Jalanan kelabu yang basah dan sepi, suara dan kilatan petir, kabut yang memenuhi ruang udara setiap Subuh. Suara deburan ombak yang berujung mencium garis pantai atau suara aliran sungai yang mengalir dengan tenang. Hal-hal seperti itu, selain mereka cantik dengan caranya masing-masing, mereka juga indah tanpa pernah sekalipun menyadari bahwa mereka indah. Dan, itu adalah kecantikan yang paling murni dari segala hal yang nyata.

The new Ugadi brings in many a dream
But this year it is the time for electioneering team
Instead of the tender mango buds and the melodious song
Man political campaigners do throng
We hear the opportunistic , affectionate political call
Despite hiding their possible fall
Not heeding to the election code
Money flows on the busy road
For every precious vote
There is at least a thousand Rupees note
Wine one can drink
Until one does sink
We offer corruption as diet for Mother Goddess without shame
We have become a part of this vicious game
For votes and seats Andhra Pradesh has met with unilateral division
The Italian and the saffron aunt have the devilish unison
In fact, ther is no scope for any party to get our vote
But in democracy not to vote is like cutting our own throat
As long as breadth is there, there will be life
As long as life is there , there will be hope and strife
I hope this new year Jaya usher in many a success to the common man
The youth shall have creativity, social justice and bright future, for which I yearn

Pyar kiya to nibhaya karo,
Deke dard judai ka na mujhe yu tadpaya karo,
Na lo meri mohabbat ka imtehaan,
Kya kami rah *** meri mohabbat me ye to btaya karo,

Sath na dena ** yadi to sapne na dikhaya karo,
Jana ** dur hi agar to kisi ke zindagi me na yu aaya karo,
Kar ke wada sath nibhane ka,
Mujhe yu akela na chhod jaya karo,

Ae pal ab tum hi es jawane ko samjhaya karo,
Kisi bhi ajanabi ko yu na dil me basaya karo,
Najane kitne aashiq jale honge kisi Ki mohabbat me,
Ai khuda aashiqo ko yu kisi ke mohabbat me na jalaya karo,
Na tadpaya karo.....

Dearly Beloved in Christ

     Greetings to you in the most powerful name of our lord and savior
Jesus Christ. I am glad to write this loving letter to talk to you
today. We are glad to see your works on the website. I am also thank
Lord for giving us a great communication to share on another. Before
introducing me, we are assuring our continued prayers for your
ministry and for your dear family in all our prayers and you please do
pray for us and for our ministry in India. My name is Mrs. Jayamma, am
38 my husband's name John Victor aged 40. We have been preaching the
gospel and planting churches in 10 agency villages. we win thousands
of souls into the Kingdom of Heaven through your powerful and
spiritually filled messages.
India is a pagan country bounded by 330 million pagan Gods and there
are 880,000 villages in India where people still do not know Jesus.
Our goal is to plant churches in such areas and we as a team go over
there preach the gospel and stay over there and see that a church is
planted over there and leave a new Pastor over the work. All of our
villagers are agricultural laborers. They are very poor. We are
working for the Lord among them.       Apart from this we do have
children home with 30 abandoned children. And Old age mother’s home
with 10 ladies. We save these children and old mothers to win them for
Christ. We are accommodating them in a rented building and we are
praying for our own ministry campus. Please do encourage us and do
help these children if you are inspired  by the spirit of  Lord. The
name of our orphanage and old aged mother home is Jaya Charitable
Home. If you need more information regarding this project, we shall
send to your hon our. We really encourage you to pray and visit our
orphans and help as the Lord leads you to do so.         Our daughter
is padmaja. Our son is Lewis Kumar. They are supporting our work here.
My husband is a village doctor (First Aid) He got permission from the
government to do first Aid treatment. I work tailoring and embroidery.
I give my tithe to support to arrange good food for them, giving good
India dress (Saree blouse) they will pray for our ministry. We do also
support the widows in the church with a small monthly support and
there are so many widows who desperately need help. (James 1:27).
Please do pray for the needs of our ministry and also we are
requesting you to please visit India so that you will know that we are
a genuine ministry. If you need any references if you cannot come, we
can give you and you can contact them.
But our heartfelt invitation is for you to visit us as a team or your
family; we would be really excited in meeting you and hearing your
powerful messages. Please let us know of your schedule and please
inform our ministry activities in whatever way you can help us, or
encourage us to your churches, friends, relatives, crusade speakers
who are interested in helping with the work of Lord in India. If Lord
leads you we are wishing to conduct a big International Crusade with
your team.
Our letter is not to solicit you for funding all of our activities,
but we are only telling you of our activities and if you are only led
by the Lord, we ask you to encourage us and guide us and support us
and visit us and give your valuable suggestions and also pray for us
as God answers our prayers and fulfill our needs..
We close our letter with love and greetings and hugs to you. If you
need more information please do email us or you postal address.
Love to hear from you good news.

Yours Indian Sister
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   Ch.Jayamma
    Parampeta (post) -534447
    Jangareddygudem (Mandel)

West  Godawari District, A.P., S. India

After fifty years
I slipped into the school.

Madame Bela was visibly pleased
The classroom was too empty
Now I've one to do maths with

No less happy was Auntie Aloka
My favorite student is back
She lifted me up and said with a kiss
So vacant felt my class of English
Without a boy from olden times
Sweetly singing nursery rhymes

My eyes searched her and before long
Miss Jaya spoke in her softest tongue
I'm so glad to see his face
Sans him Bengali class was all emptiness

And there he was the only Sir
Amiyo Baboo the sports teacher
Isn't this the boy never won my trust
For always being in every race last

Fifty years haven't changed a bit
Either their age or their spirit
And surely the fun was doubly more
When I stood before the school mirror.

Hentian tak bermakna tiba
kegelapan tak semestinya hiba
keindahan tunjang sehingga pucuknya
bukanlah anugerah dalam sekilat cahaya
sambungan cerita kita yang punya
tapi beza adaptasinya
terkadang patah renyuk tak disangka
terkadang wangi semerbak bunga
terkadang terik memancar sinar
terkadang kaku kelu membisu
namanya perjuangan masihkan kekal
entahkan wujud entahkan binasa
menggapai semua mampukah kita
menyelongkar hingga tak ketemu jua
masakan diri menongkah jaya
moga memijak di alam nyata
agar sempurna gambaran selamanya....

terus
tenggelam
dalam
kisah silam
kekal
bertentangan
dengan
kisah hadapan
sudah
menjadi resam
penuh
dengan harapan
pencarian berterusan
mencari perlindungan

apakah erti
pendewasaan
apakah erti
kemerdekaan

satu batang tubuh
katanya penentu
jaya atau buntu
kekal tunduk patuh
menjarah sesuatu
diam membatu.

bewafa agar wo hote to unse shikayat mai kar leta,
pyar to aaj bhi unse hi karta hu,
tab shayad shikwa bhi kar leta,
na wo bewafa hai na mai shikayat kar sakta hu,
vo to bas door hai mujhse,
tab shayad khud ko unse door kar leta,
bewafa agar vo hote to unse shikayat mai kar leta....
yun to kai baar vo muhse rooth jaya karte hai,
tab shayad mai khud hi unse rooth jata,
ab vo yaad bahut aate hai,
tab shayad unhe bhool jane ki koshish mai kar leta,
yaad me unki ab bhi aansoo bahata hu mai,
tab shayad unhe yad na aane k gam me ro leta,
bewafa agar vo hote to unse shikayat mai kar leta....
baarish jab hoti aur vo sath nahi hote,
to akela hi us barish me bheeg leta,
tanha hu mai aaj bhi unk bina,
tab shayad unhe kareeb lane ki koshish na kar pata,
ab to bas jindagi beet rahi hai  unk aane ki ummeed k sahare,
shayad tab khud ko mita diya hota,
bewafa agar vo hote to unse shikayat mai kar leta.

In the villa in Sharja,
A banyan tree stood, stuck to the wall of the building.
Mind throbbed as soon as it caught sight of it,
Touched it to my forehead in reverence,
Remembered my father who understood trees.
In the book she has kept closed,
It should be possible to still see
The memory veins of a leaf-
Plucked after touching its soul and seeking permission.
‘It is a sign of prosperity,
It cleanses the atmosphere’, Mary too said.
New tenants came in the room vacated by Priyan and Anjana
Jaya aunty and her husband said that they wore skull caps
Narayanan, wearing sacred thread and sandalwood paste on his forehead,
Anthony with rosary and sacred amulet
After them,
Youngsters of this type were not seen so nearby
One night, when I went out of my way to touch that tree,
I heard speech of a rhythmic nature
From the room of those who wore caps
It passed through my mind, ‘these are times when words become music.’

It was a Friday.
While watering Basil plants,
Saw the branches of the banyan on the ground.
Its leaves, like heart shattered..
Whitish veins drained of blood
my eyes hurt
As I ran to it,
Saw the tree,
Looking like a worshipper whose hands were cut
While crying, beseeching the heavens , arms outstretched.

Father,
You used to say that there were many types of trees
Which tree is used to make crosses to crucify humans, Father?

Woh din bhi kya din the,
Jb hum sab saath hua krte the.
Ladate the jhagadte the,
Par har museebat me saath hua krte the.
Jab bhi koi udaas hota tha,
Mazak me hi ****, par koi to aa ke kaaran puch jaata tha.
Aaj bhale hi hamari najdikiya khatam ** gayi **,
Par hmari yaade nhi.
Marte dam tak yaad rhega vo saath bitaya hua pal.
Kyuki woh din bhi kya din the,
Jb hum sab saath hua krte the.....
                         — Jaya Upadhyay