Surrendering To The Lord, The Ultimate Refuge " Hari Sharanam" Poem by Shreej k.c

Out of blue or may be only when one is ready
comes face to face some daunting dots
with clearer lens they appear vivid, vibrant and easy to plot.
Ignorant and blind must be one who never saw you were there
following earnestly, present throughout with no deceptive guise
watching constantly the childish acts through your piercing eyes.
yet you tricked naive soul into confusing you for a player
player you must be revealing your play only after peeling every layer.

Deafened must be ears surrounded by egos blaring with lust,
One misses even the sweetest whisper and heartiest flirts.
Sinful must be heart not fulfilled with purest smile and longs for tears
Or may be just engulfed in some unknown fears?
did those shades consciously hide glistening pearls
or was it my shaded heart fending from everything false?
I know now, all those storms, rage, cries and calls
deflected by some distant heart can leave anyone appalled
you received with resilience, you knew they were bound to fall.

O' Krishna, what is the point of playing your flute to sunder Radha's curse
too naive to navigate illusive world yet fierce enough to stir the universe
too gullible, goes by words yet intuitive enough to sense the ones turning the tides.
She is fluid, merges with vessel, dances to trance until she looses herself into the ocean ride.
Yes, Radha is an illusion in this sphere because she shrinks to nil when faced with oblivion.
Krishna so full can never consummate Radha in this mortal world that breeds expectation
unless he realizes Shiva in him to throw the light, see the might and do what is right
play the preserver or display cosmic dance destroying deluding desire or illuding 'I'
act big enough to lay down bare on chest to contain her nervous energy passing through toe
lively enough to play flute when she desires, may be then Radha can morph into Rukmini.
In the world of 'I', Shiva may find Shakti, Vishnu may find Laxmi, Ram may find Sita
but Krishna can never find Radha for she is so pure, she has to hide.

Now that I am aware of lord breathing inside, subtle, I am never alone.
many end up never touching the core even if they touch every nook of stone.
You touched my entirety even without touching a single bone.
I wondered if the lesson was to surrender to will or chase the eternal
stick to the puzzle seemingly taking some shape after a long haul
or yet again churn an intense cosmic wave pressing to reshuffle
but what's the point of igniting twin flame only to burn, facing mirror to see the self in return.
what's the point of ingesting mad honey only to swoon
stretching the divine chords might just destruct everybody's ignorant boon
revealing neither the sun nor the moon
and there fizzles the longing—
when one knows the egoic longing is not for rawness but only to assume wholeness
one might dance with stars briefly but can end up sucked in black hole, bruised and soulless.
what is the point of blowing out conch so loud causing oceans to roar
sending out throes of blue poison, unveiling the maya built in the shore
to build yet another maya that is subjected to collective consciousness, an eternal lore
lest it is the divine call from an evolved soul, a must for awakening of the sleeping world? !
So soothing are the strings lord played, so green and harmonious the miracles displayed,
keeping every being warm and safe, even beast must be carrying the same soul when unlaid.
May be surrendering is the only way, letting deific chakra shear attached crevices like a blade
until you come out whole and alive spreading the light or just like a wise octopus, play dead.

May be it is the home lord built for me, heavenly threads tied to bamboo grove.
I know I am safe here with lord beating inside me, a few karmic bonds all behove.
Lord, you and I are bound, found and profound, no matter what goes around.
I hope you guide me to spread the grace and joy I have felt, through my deeds
to the points insanities dissolve, frozen hearts melt, freeing souls from greeds.
my mystical muse, you shall some day reveal yourself inside every being indeed.
May be she is Radha he couldn't see in her, May be she is Radha she couldn't see in self.
May be he is Krishna she couldn't see in him, May be he is Krishna he couldn't see in self.
May be she is Sita he couldn't see in her, May be she is Sita she couldn't see in self.
May be he is Ram she couldn't see in him, May be he is Ram he couldn't see in self.
May be she is Shree he couldn't see in her, May be she is Shree she couldn't see in self.
May be he is Hari she couldn't see in him, May be he is Hari he couldn't see in self
Hari Sharanam.
May be she is lord he didn't see residing in her, May be she is lord she didn't see residing in self.
May be he is lord she didn't see residing in him, May be he is lord he didn't see residing in self.
May be she was blind she couldn't see the lord residing in every being
May be he was blind he couldn't see the lord residing in every being
Surrendering to the Lord, watching the divine play until dual merges to one.

-13th May 2024