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Abhishek kumar Aug 2018
Na amiro ki basti mein rhta hu
Na hi gareebo ke aashiyane mein
Middle class ka hua
Middle mein rhta hu

Na pahali pankti ki pehali seat pr baithta hu
Na hi aakhar mein khada rhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Middle mein rhta hu

Na croro ka kabaar  hai
Na hi gulabi note hazar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri jarurate saman hai

Na luxury car hai
Na nhi cycle apni bekar hai
Middle class ka hu
Auto,riksha, paddle chalna
Apne liye aam hai

Na meri girlfriends char hai
Na hi single rhna izzat ka swaal hai
Middle class ka hu
Apne yaar,dost shandaar hai

Na aasman chhuti imarto par likha apna naam hai
Na hi sadak kinare bitati apni shaam hai
Middle class ka hu
In dono ke beech
Kaat leta apni raat hu

Na videsh ghoomnta hu
Nahi sehar se bahar jaana muskil samjhta hu
Middle class ka hu
Apna desh pura ghoom lena bhi bahut samajhata hu

Na sir jhukane wale log hai
Na hi sir jhukane wale hum hai
Middle class ka hu
Sabko gale lagana hi
Apna dharam hai

Na hi ac mein kaam karta hu
Na hi dhoop mein pasina sukhata hu
Middle class ka hu
Pankhe ke niche apna kaam karta hu

Na suraksha karmi apne pass hai
Na hi sarir apna lachar hai
Middle class ka hu
Apni jaan ki raksha apne hath hai

Na chhapan pakwan banate apne maharaj hai
Na hi khaali pet sota apna pariwaar hai
Middle class ka hu
Meri maa ke haath mein hi sara sawaad hai
George Krokos Feb 2014
Oh Swami Muktananda Paramahansa that bliss of liberation you attained
by Guru Nityananda's grace emancipation in this very life you had gained.
You were a representative of the lineage of poet-saints that had gone before
showing how easy it was, by chanting the name of God, to meditate for sure.

You stressed the importance of repeating the mantra 'Om Namah Shivaya'
and that if done with love would bear fruit regardless of who was the sayer.
There was so much energy about you that one could feel, like an ever present force,
the supreme blessing of Guru Nityananda was with you always being its very source.

You were a living embodiment of chitishakti or divine power-knowledge-bliss
and most of all those who came before you could also easily experience this.
It appeared at times you were unapproachable if one was by your presence overawed
and that you were on the constant lookout for any sincere aspirant who was not bored.

You also emphasized and revealed the true nature of the guru-disciple relationship
stating in plain modern words what was expected of one like in an apprenticeship.
Many secrets of the inner path you divulged and laid bare in all your writings and talks
saying the receiving of Guru's grace was what made a difference on the path one walks.

A book called 'The Play of Consciousness' explained some of the inner experiences you had
your spiritual autobiography for the world at large making many inspired and extremely glad.
To many it meant that someone was still around living these days who had been through it all
and was available to instruct and guide others on the path to the goal he'd been to well before.

You were a living True Saint, Sadguru or Perfect Master to many it seemed
and showed the way or path of the Siddhas being the one which you deemed.
Living at a place called Ganeshpuri in India nearly fifty miles from Bombay
many came from all parts of the world to see you and in your ashram stay.

In the abode you named 'Shree Gurudev Ashram' in that land of yoga where people came
many found what they were after becoming your devotees to whom you gave a new name.
There was a strict daily discipline of chanting certain scriptures, work, study and meditation
and also the occassional all night chanting of the name of God which was a holy dedication.

The atmosphere in that place was so pervaded by the energy radiating from your being
almost as if one were living in another world and could not help what they were seeing.
The whole place resembled that of a temple palace attracting people from far and wide
who came to experience what with your grace you said was to be found but only inside.

You opened up a whole new ancient path of spiritual experience leading gradually to the goal
that people from all walks of life could participate in and regain the lost treasures of their soul.
By one-pointed devotion, self-effort, obedience, meditation and the blessings of Guru's grace
anyone could practice Yoga easily without much struggle and attain that inner peaceful place.

There were many new centres that opened by enthusiastic devotees in far away lands;
with the money, sweat and labour of all those who selflessly gave by their willing hands.
And it didn't really matter at what distance or place this centre was situated from you,
although not physically present your spirit, being all pervasive, was subtly there for you.

You also visited many of the countries where your devotees lived both in the east and west
giving darshan to all those old and new followers of the Siddha path you said was the best.
Initiating many people by either a look, word, thought, touch or even by your physical presence;
and all who received of your grace getting a real buzz, were invited to tell others of its essence.

It was mostly at a certain two day program, held every one or two months, called an "Intensive"
anyone could partake of the Siddha Yoga Initiation offered, at a price, which wasn't expensive.
This was also designed to enhance and recharge those who were already practising meditation
involving chanting, meditation and talk sessions including a lunchtime meal and brief relaxation.

One had to participate fully, from about nine to five, over the two days, usually on a weekend
to get the full benefit of what the program had to offer and experience Guru's grace descend.
This was really the main date on the calendar for all those into meditation that were not to miss
if they had nothing better to do and wanted to get a lift in their 'sadhana' and acquire some bliss.

It remotely seemed to be a bit of a fund raising venture with all the money seen changing hands
but to those who couldn't afford it, must of been painful missing out, one somehow understands.
There was also the question, which crossed one's mind, as to what was being bought and sold?
- a meditative experience the result of Nityanandaji's grace through Swami Muktananda's hold!

Although no one was ever heard to complain about not getting their share of what was being given
and with the attitude of 'the more you put into something the more you'll get back' one was driven.
It also depended a lot on how much in tune you were and what prior preparation had been made;
how sincere you were in your effort also what devotion and faith at the feet of the Guru one laid.

There were no restrictions, it appeared, to either old or young, male or female to begin meditation,
all could profit and benefit in one way or another in the process and practice of Self contemplation.
One had to have an open mind and heart to receive and partake surely of the Grace that was there;
that power of the True Living Master, which was so all pervading, being available for any to share.

Sadgurunath Maharaj Ki Jai
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This is a tribute poem to Swami Muktananda Paramahansa who I went to see and stay in his ashram back in 1978. From my unpublished book "The Seeds Of Life" compiled in 1996.
Gourab Banerjee Oct 2015
Big Brother's are there
Elder ones also
But,Dada is one & only
The Prince of Calcutta(now Kolkata)
  "   heart throb of every cricket lover
  "   proud of Bengali's
He's a nation's leader
Also renowned as Maharaj
But,in true sense
He's the Royal Bengal Tiger
The one & only across the Universe
He's none but our beloved
Pride of Nation
Sourav Ganguly
The ultimate Warrior Prince-Written on 01.10.2012
jeffrey robin Apr 2015
Jai guru dev maharaj ji
Your glory fills the whole world

Protector of the weary and the weak

You bring the mind satisfaction
You bring the mind true detachment

In seconds you have set us free

Jai dev
Jai sat guru dev

••

When in the river of ******* to maya
All are swept out to sea

All are sinking in the depths of the sea

Guru 's ship is the Holy Word
Guru 's boat is the Holy Name

Save us from the ocean deep

Jai dev
Jai sat guru dev

///

Mine , thine // wealth , health
Give them to the lotus feet of love

Give them to the lotus feet of The Lord

Give yourself to sat guru
Sacrifice your all to sat guru

Be united with the blissful truth

Jai dev
Jai sat guru dev


////

You are my mother

You are my father

You are my brother

You are my friend

//

You are riches

You are wisdom

You are my all

My lord // to me

/////

Where ever I look

Your face is before me

You are a river

That flows on and on

You fill my heart

With a love overflowing

You are my all

My lord // to me

///////
Gourab Banerjee Sep 2016
Big Brother's are there
Elder ones also
But,Dada is one & only
The Prince of Calcutta(now Kolkata)
  "   heart throb of every cricket lover
  "   proud of Bengali's
He's a nation's leader
Also renowned as Maharaj
But,in true sense
He's the Royal Bengal Tiger
The one & only across the Universe
He's none but our beloved
Pride of Nation
Sourav Ganguly
The ultimate Warrior Prince-Written on 01.10.2012
DJ Bubbles Jan 2019
Wisdom tells me I am nothing.
Love tells me I am everything.
And between the two
My life flows.
Ksjpari Aug 2017
Deshbhushan – my father’s name given on
Entrance of a temple where grandma in yawn
Sitting with twins – my father and uncle yon
Hilltop – crying were both – grandpa gone.
Buying some milk when came on lawn
He saw our saint named Shantisagar icon
Underneath a sacred tree praying at dawn.
She worried at weeping of children and bon.
Hurriedly came grandpa with water from Huron
Aiming to quench thirst of three since eon.
Now Shantisagarji Maharaj did withdrawn –
Jain munies never change in meditation
Any position – but for them came in agitation
Informing grandma the names in clarion,
None than Deshanbhushan and Kulbhushan;
Since then my uncle and father are don.
I am developing a new style of writing poetry where all ending words rhyme with one another. I named it “Pari”.  This is a unique style which is being recognized by many critics through some sites. Thanks to those invisible hands and fingers which supported and inspired me to continue my efforts in my new, creative, artistic and innovative “Pari” style.
Onoma Mar 2020
on samadhi and

combing one's hair with

a toothbrush.

serving functions, close

enough.
Maunas Mehta Dec 2020
Living with almost nothing
Yet you always smile
Guide and inspire,

You lived to bring Joy to others
At a sacrifice of your own.

Your wish is our command
But you command by setting an example

You are so humble, pure and innocent
But even more you are our friend and Guru...

Happy birthday, Pramukh Swami Maharaj
Mateuš Conrad Jul 2018
/                           that make-shift idea for a boxing
glove with
a missing buckle...
          application?

                          forgot st. andrew...

huh?

on the knuckles!
the knuckles!
you need to
strap the belt into
an X, over the knuckles:

to ease the stress...
    basic arithmetic:

   4 X 3

      four knuckles,
three gaps between them...
    X covers the "soft spots":

plus a belt isn't exactly
a boxing glove...
   but it can be...

   when you learn to unlearn
rolling a rizla sponsored cigarette...

oi woi wocky: woo!

   ******* hulligan...

              i was so fed up with
the "peaceful" nature of the people
around me...
  that, i... simply had to start
punching myself in the face;

shame, to be honest:
         i almost could have loved
having shared "syringes"
of a bloodied nose...

   but it was always like:
hmm... brush-over...

                  kieran o'mahoney
though?
                now that was a treat,
punched the ****** right at
the kidney's genesis of
outer flesh...
                     cried like a *****...
turned out to be a night club gorilla...

nice irish, plenty of freckles...

not as bad as i turned out:
"poet" -
        certainly without a rhyme...
and certainly no paragraph
grasp...
    but a 3rd chemistry degree from
edinburgh...

       chubby *******
i'd love to sink my knuckles in...
who?
     kieran...      (kee-         -ran)...

with someone like
                jacob rees-mogg?
can't exactly fight them...
   but... you almost want to **** on them;

******* doesn't even know
how to boil an egg, with the 'ay 'e speaks!
can't be daft and be: astute with
a "coowect" english...
    maharaj... r'ah r'ah:
                      jolly... *******!

i'm starting to think about
his adam's apple...
      a bit like i'd think about an oyster.
Onoma Sep 2020
as Nisargadatta Maharaj

was spake woke thru: "'You

are the child of a barren woman''''.

I Am not your creation.

all bellies are cross even before

they grow a mouth to cry out

of them.

The Alone is never

affirmed otherwise.

— The End —