|| Hari Om||

We pray. We ask God to give us what we want. And we question Him every time things don't go the way we wanted. But, if we stop to think, we will realize that He gives whatever is apt, whenever it is apt!

He listens patiently while we question Him, for He knows what is right for His children, even if we do not !!!

He Stands In My Way

I did pray,

As I left home for work,

“O Lord!, guard me,

For dangers lurk.”

Guide my path,

Guide my feet,

Towards great victory,

And no defeat.

“Of course, dear  one,

The Good Lord smiled,

I walk with you,

My dearest child.”

I heard Him not,

Began to walk,

And on my way,

Found to my shock!

A boulder great,

Did block my way,

“Why God?”

I shouted in dismay.

To clear my path

To you I pray

Yet this boulder,

Stands in my way!

“You cannot see,

And cannot know,

Why it is,

That I do so.”

For on that road,

My child, you see,

A poisonous snake,

Does wait for thee.”

I heard Him not,

Took a different road,

The seeds of doubt,

Now in me sowed.

Until I reached,

The river shore,

And saw the bridge,

Was there no more.

Now doubt now,

Just plain fury,

And in my rage,

 I said to He.

“What is the use,

Of praying to You,

When You cannot,

See me through.”

Up in Heaven,

The Father smiled,

At the words,

Of His silly child.

I called my boss,

And said to he,

On this day,

Do pardon me.

I cannot come,

To work today,

For God is standing,

In my way!

I reached back home,

And then sat down,

Switched on the television,

With an angry frown.

The first thing on the news,

They showed,

“Snake bite kills man,

On major road.”

A chill then did,

Creep down my spine,

For that fate,

Could have been mine.

The next news item,

Was worse still,

“Fire breaks out,

On Office Hill.”

It was my office,

I saw with dread,

Four missing,

The others dead.

“Just one survived”,

The news did say,

“For he did not go,

To work today.”

I fell to my knees,

Tears in my eyes,

Looked up, high up,

Towards the skies.

I’m sorry Lord,

I doubted You,

When all this time,

It was You.

Who put those barriers,

In my way,

That I may see,

Tomorrow’s day.

“With you I walk”,

Bapu, He said,

“Guard behind,

And guide ahead”.

“And even if,

You go astray,

To lead you back,

I have my way!”

“Now take my hand,

Walk with me,

The future waits,

For us, you see!!!”

I felt His love,

Heard His voice,

And that moment,

Made my choice.

I turned my back,

Upon the night.

Immersed myself,

In His bright, warm light.

II Shri Ram II

II I am Ambadnya II
II I Love You my Dad ||

|| HARI OM ||

Why is it that He who is the Greatest of All, comes down to Earth and walks with us ?

          Why does He accept the life of a common man?

          The only reason is that we are His children, and He loves us.
          Bapu's love, His infinite, unconditional love, is the only possible explanation.

      

He Who Stands Upon the Brick…

Upon the rock

Stood firm and tall

The One who created

Each and all.

His love divine

Poured from His eyes.

That creator

Of Earth and skies.

His hands fixed firm

Upon his waist,

His smile bestowing

All His Grace.

And for eternity

He will stand,

That statue made

By bhakta’s hand.

For His children

There He stood,

And in His mind

He hoped they would

Hold firm His feet

And rise above.

Forget all sorrow

Drown in love.

Love Him so that

The human race,

Could receive

His Mother’s Grace.

He waited long

And waited more

But few came walking

To His door.

Until He did

Decide one day-

“My children know not

How to pray,”

“Let Me among them

As a normal man,

Walk with them

And show them they can”

And so Vitthal

Upon the brick,

Became the Doctor

For the sick!

Became He Bapu

And walked among

The simple, common

Human throng.

And for His children

He did pray

To His Mother,

Night and day.

 He lifted each

From sad, sad strife

Taught His simple

Way of life.

Husband, Brother

Father, Son

As a man

He became each one!

Not Sage nor Deity

No! Not He!

But a simple man

Like you or me…

His children we,

Are forever blessed!

At His feet

May we always rest.

How beautiful His ways

That He,

Who is Himself

The Almighty

Prays to Vitthal

Upon the brick-

“Heal My children

Who are sick”

“Heal their sorrow

Their lack of love

May they reside

With You above”

 He is truly

Great indeed!

How far He goes

For those in need.

We could not pray,

Our love was dead,

So He prayed

For us instead!

Upon the brick

He will always stand

And as a human

Roam the land.

So that we

His merry fleet

May live forever

At His feet...

|| Shri Ram ||

I am Ambadnya

I love You my Dad!!!

||Hari Om||

In "The Third World War", Bapu has warned us about the impending storm.

HE has told us about the rise of evil, and the most evil one of all.

However, HE has shown us that we, HIS children have nothing to fear,

for HE is always with us.

Evil will never prevail. In the end, Raavan will die and there shall be Ramrajya.

                                               मी अंबज्ञ आहे ! 

                                        

                                                             The Storm

It started with a single drop

That fell upon the ground

A tiny drop that was unseen,

And made almost no sound

The people in their ignorant bliss,

Paid the drop no heed.

So lost were they in revelry,

In apathy, sin and greed.

For they had forgotten their Father’s ways,

No! Had chosen to forget,

And now they would face the demon spawn,

That their own sins did beget.

The demon had begun his march,

his steps upon the Earth

And as he watched the foolish men,

he laughed with evil mirth

his minions sat forth across the land,

To conquer and divide,

The men of different race and skin,

And anything else beside.

he watched with glee as the fire spread,

As the divisions grew,

he marvelled at the hate and strife,

Spread by his fallen crew.

he then sat back, and how he laughed,

For he knew his job was done,

A single drop of blood be spilled,

And the storm would have begun

But unbeknownst to him, for he couldn’t know,

he could never win,

For the Lord’s Son, Bapu had taken birth,

To purge the world of sin.

He called the people close to Him.

That still believed in good.

He reminded them of the One Above,

Taught them all He could.

He told them of the coming storm,

But robbed them of their fear,

He showed them that no harm could come,

To those that held Him dear.

He urged them to stay on the path,

The path of God above,

The path of Truth, the path of Joy,

The path of pure Love.

Many came and many stayed,

And many left His side,

For to follow one, a man like them,

Was far beneath their pride.

To those that stayed, He then explained,

When the clouds would burst,

He made them stronger from within,

So as to weather the worst.

It started with a single drop,

That fell upon the ground,

A drop of blood that was unseen,

And made almost no sound.

Then with an almighty roar,

The storm of blood began,

Cities fell and forests burned,

And red the rivers ran.

The cataclysm shook the Earth,

The people were afraid,

And all the while the demon child,

Triumphed and hurrayed.

he believed that he had broken Man,

Had finally beaten God,

But he was blind and cruel and vain,

And his plan was flawed.

Through the gloom and though the smoke,

There came a ray of light,

A ray of hope, of truth, of peace,

Of Bapu’s Godly might.

The son of God then stepped forth,

His children by His side,

Each wound upon the Earth they healed,

And the fire turned its tide.

The demon spawn then watched in shock,

Watched his minions burn,

As the flames rose higher still,

Until it was his turn.

And he writhed and he suffered

And agony he felt,

As he felt the pain, the hurt,

Of each blow he had dealt.

Then at last he breathed the final

Final evil, wretched breath,

And the wind and birds and soil

Spread joyous tidings of his death.

his plan, so grand, so bold, so vile,

Was turned upon its head,

And while the good and pure thrived,

All evil was dead.

The Son of God (Or God was He?)

Ascended the Earth’s throne,

His children, they were all at peace,

And His pure light bright shone.

Thus it is that each time,

Evil grows upon the Earth,

He comes then to protect His children,

And among us He takes birth.

And so each time a storm of blood,

An evil fire grew,

He changed its course, and cleansed the Earth,

And good rose strong anew.

              ||Shri Ram||