Hymns in the making...

BLINDNESS

Neither time nor eternity
Can heal these pains I suffer today;
Nor can the pious winds take away
These fears deep inside myself!
Pouring rains or flooding rivers
Cannot put off this burning fire-
In my lone heart , broken to shards
By constant torture of evil thoughts.

VISION

My brow is smeared with holy dust
My arms hold my offerings to you
My eyes, fixed on your smiling lips
My heart chanting your thousand names.
Awakening in my deepest thoughts,
Is your vision over the horizon:
Like million suns rising up at once
From far across the deep oceans.

Siddartha Pamulaparty
Aug 06, 2008.

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