|| 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||

                                              || Hari Om||

                                           
                                           
Hari Om. Each of us has been given the freedom of choice. This is a freedom we often misuse. We are too easily swayed, too easily tempted. 

Evil is alluring.
Evil is deceptive. 
Evil offers an illusion of ease, glory and riches.
Evil will devour us until only darkness remains....

However, we are blessed ! Our dearest Bapuraya has come to lead us. His light shall lead us from the darkness. 

He has showed us the path.
He has empowered us to follow it.
It is up to us to take the first step...

This Aniruddha Pournima, let us embrace His light so that we may banish the dark.
Bapu will always protect His children. He will never forsake us ! 


           Let us march with our Bapu and win the struggle against evil !!!

                                              The Struggle

In a humble man like you and I,

A great struggle did start,

He felt a voice of dark within him,

A blackness in his heart.

A good man was he,

But soon the voice won out,

For promises of riches, glory, fame,

It did begin to shout.

“I will give you all you desire,

You will be greater than the great,

Accept my path and work with me,

Come, embrace your fate.

I will help you conquer all,

You shall fear none,

In return, I ask but a favour,

I’m yours once the deed is done….

Renounce the one you call the Lord,

Don’t listen to His voice,

Let us work together now,

You must make the choice.”

Sorely tempted was the man,

But resolute, another voice spoke,

And from the depths of darkness, with a jolt,

The good man then awoke.

“”Remember who you are”, it said,

Remember that you pray,

That I do dwell  within your heart,

Walk with you every day.”

“You and I are one”, it said,

“Come, take my hand,

Rise above this petty evil,

Let me help you stand”

“Lies”, screeched the other voice,

The one from the nether pit,

It began to claw at the poor man’s mind,

Tearing him apart bit by bit.

Weakened, tired, he began to yield,

Evil took control,

The darkness rose from deep within,

Threatening to consume him whole.

“Lie! Steal! Burn! Kill!

Let your life waste away,

And as you sink deeper into my world,

My strength does grow each day!”

“Who are you to challenge me?

Tremble before my might,

And you and He shall both learn,

To fear and obey the night

But the man was good at heart,

Even in his pain he still believed,

That the Lord was with him still,

That his suffering will be relieved.

His hope built into a concrete thought,

His thought into a prayer,

Till he glowed with a pure light,

That the darkness could not bear.

Then spoke the Voice, the one above,

Clear for all to hear,

“Leave this place, leave my child,

Let him be free from fear.

To overcome our love, our bond,

You have neither strength nor skill,

For even when the night is darkest,

I am with him still.”

The darkness made a frantic effort,

But recoiled as though flayed,

For it could not touch a pure man,

And pure at heart he had stayed.

The blinding light of truth shone forth,

The evil was no more,

No force of night dared venture near,

Nor knock on his heart’s door.

Then said the Lord, to his dear child,

“Your story shall be told,

Let all know that in the face of dark,

We must be brave and bold.

Tales of dark must spread no fear,

But strengthen you from within,

For as long as you walk along my path,

We shall always win”.

And so they walked hand in hand,

Towards the future bright,

A future filled with joy unmatched,

Filled with love’s white light...

                                                                 
                                                                     || Shri Ram ||