No more tears to shed for Thee...

In my Class 11, the year i moved into Sai's Intensive Care

సుప్రభాతమందు మింట నలకిన ఎరుపు నా అంగీ ఛాయయని,

నదులు చెప్పు గుసగుసల నడుమ నా సవ్వడి దాగుందని,

నిషా నింగి పరచిన తారాతివాచీ నా మందిర ముంగిటయని,

నిను తాకే చల్లని పవనము ముందుకు తడుతున్న నా ప్రేమ స్పర్శయని,

రంగుల పువ్వులలో, హరిత పంటలలో చిగురిస్తుంది నా చిరునవ్వేనని,

వాన జల్లులలో, మంచు కొండలలో స్వచ్ఛత నా నైజమని,

కనులు విప్పి చూడు, కప్పుకొన్న కలి దొంతర్ల నడుమ,

ఎదురుచూస్తుంటాను విసిగిపోక, ఇక నీ ప్రయాస సాగింపుమా!

I will not cry again on your departure, i now promise,

You never left me nor will you ever, so do i muse...

I logically decided that i should not cry any more on your departure, for every tear i shed would be a testimony to my faithlessness. I cry for those whom i might not meet again as the wheel of time completes the revolutions. To cry for those, of whom i constantly think, for whom all my acts are an attempt to please, is an act of betrayal. I am an insolvent dear, for i can never ever even repay the interest for the lessons you taught, the path you showed and the way you walked.

Every day as i walk, i remember to smile back to the flowers, pause a second to the songs of the morning birds, wait to watch a bird in flight, give way to a hurrying fellow traveller, observe innocent kids play and laugh, marvel at the leaves green, wonder at the water puddles after a heavy rain, notice the painted bodies of butterflies, the passing clouds, the still woods, the noisy crowds...i know you are there in each one of these and how can i ignore you as i pass?

I know you are happy when others are happy with me, you take pride when i succeed and never leave my side if i recede. You have never asked anything in return not even my thoughts on return. You invested your entire time so that our acts bear fruits that others relish, our hearts clean for others to lookup and our characters fine that they shine your reflection. You said, "My life is my message" but prodded us to live so that our lives too become your message!

I shall always remember that religion is a signpost, region is a geographic entity, language is a medium of communication, that culture is the way we live and not born into, jealousy and anger are luxuries we can ill afford, neither me nor my ego are at the centre of the universe, pride and pomp are too huge to accommodate, patience grows with understanding, that pleasure is an interval between pains, silence and controlled talk are unfading embellishments, warm smile and a kind word are always appreciated, discipline never disappoints, that we all are part of same cloth dyed in varied colours, listen to all, love all, serve all and above all to be aware that you alone WATCH our Words, Actions, Thoughts, Character and Heart.

* On April the 24^th, 2011 my Guru and God, Bhagawan Sri Sathya Sai Baba shed HIS mortal frame. These are the thoughts with which i consoled myself to sleep and re-resolved to live by.