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Rahul Gangolli from Goa India, son of Seema and Anand Gangolli. Studying in standard 10 of LOYOLA HIGH SCHOOL. D.O.B:27\10\91
A brillian academic student.A versatile poet and the youngest award winning poet of India
Written over a thousand poems, these are his best.
MUSINGS ON PRAJYOT
(A lil tribute by Rahul to Prajyot_who was Just PRAJYOT not a Hemmady or an Amchi,But the warmest person who could leave an impression in ones heart on a single meeting)
A Little boy called Prajyot ,Once grew up where all of us could see Sheltered by his Papa Mama’s love which was as strong as the China wall And as days passed swiftly by He grew Intellegent, goodlooking, naughty but straight N exceptionally generous kind hearted,and the friendliest down to earth person of all.
One day a beam of light shone through the wall A crevice that had opened wide. He bent gently towards its warmth Then passed on to the other side
Our hearts ,ache in sadness And silent tears flow His memory will always live within us How much he will be missed no one will ever know
If I had a lifetime wish A dream that could come true I’d pray with all my heart dear PRAJYOT …. For God to pass on half my life to you
But now we who deeply feel his loss Have no other option but to comfort ourselves that he blooms there His beauty even greater now Nutured by Gods loving care.
But then Mama n I jus close our eyes N we see projot waving at us Zooming past on his bike His Halo round his head even more distinct now. FOR God must have chosen Prajyot as his Angel WHY???
SIMPLE
b’coz He could never have found a better ANGEL RIGHT?
A PRAYER (BY RAHUL GANGOLLI) They say that prayer changes things, but does it REALLY change anything? Oh yes! It really does! Does prayer change your present situation or sudden circumstances? No, not always, but it does change the way you look at those events. Does prayer change your financial future? No, not always, but it does change who you look to for meeting your daily needs. Does prayer change shattered hearts or broken bodies? No, not always, but it will change your source of strength and comfort. Does prayer change your wants and desires? No, not always, but it will change your wants into what God desires! Does prayer change how you view the world? No, not always, but it will change whose eyes you see the world through. Does prayer change your regrets from the past? No, not always, but it will change your hopes for the future! Does prayer change the people around you? No, not always, but it will change you~ the problem isn't always in others. Does prayer change your life in ways you can't explain? Oh, yes, always! And it will change you from the inside out! So does prayer REALLY change ANYTHING? Yes! It REALLY does change EVERYTHING!
A Star In My Sky
Rahul gangolli
I saw a star far away And hoped that it was you I saw a star twinkling back And prayed that it was true That all the one’s we’ve loved and lost, Are up there looking down Applauding and guiding us As we smile or frown A star closer shone brighter still, But I knew wiping that tear It’s been so long since we parted ways, For you to be so near Every evening now,I talk to you Or just stand and stare, I reach out and try to bond (I hope that you are there) By now i know your place in my sky, I find you in one go, Only,I wonder as I look up at you, Did it have to be so?
The Kargil War
By Rahul
A war is on everyone cried, Thousands injured, millions died. Donations, funds, everyone tried, Twenty-four hours bloodshed, All emotions dried. Time passed, the enemy was defeated, with shame and sorrow, it retreated. Everyone happily got busy again, All have now forgotten the great pain. But is it all over? Ask those whose sons died, Ask those widows and orphans who cried. Is is all Over? All the sacrifice has gone to waste, Everyone has forgotten in their haste, About all those who gave their lives, Leaving behind lonely parents and wives. After the victory everyone rejoiced, Who cares about the many families and homes which were destroyed? And Still, and Still a war is on, A war of emotions, A war of hearts of people of two nations Who although are the children of the same mother, Now hate to look at each other. This hatred had given rise to the dispute, Breaking the branches, killing the roots. Cease this, irrigate the plant of oneness with love and See, See the plant grow into a full fledged tree. A tree bearing the fruits of love, Giving shelter to the peace-loving dove
BALIDAAN
ByRahul
I am an Indian by birth My cousins are a mix by birth not by choice To them, I do of Republic Day Celebrations in India brag I have participated in school marches and raised the flag I felt proud, I, about the constitution learnt And about our independence, of all the martyr's burnt How we had risen from the ashes, established an identity To carry on our heritage, with solemn intensity And yet, now as I try to make cousins feel The same patriotism and heart bursting zeal They owe allegiance to a different country now They must a different flag bow Patriotism, to them, will mean different things Pride in culture and heritage, different feelings bring All I am doing is establishing their roots Hoping the tree will grow healthy offshoots I am giving them glimpses of events that shaped us We hope, that in their lives, this is a plus So, to all of you children,I just ask these questions Who were Bapuji, Nehruji, and Maulana Azad ? What does your constitution, raising our flag symbolize ? What does freedom, partition, and being a refugee mean ? What feelings do Shaheed, Mere watan stir ? Will Balidaan evoke sentiments, or choke you up ? Years from now, will we, on these questions dwell ? Oh, what a sacrifice we have made !
Chaturmaas At the Lotus feet of Bhagvan Ved Vyaas, On the Guru Poornima day, We bow down with reverence, For knowledge we pray.
With the Guru Poornima, Noble souls who have taken sanyaas, Observe a period of intense sadhana Called the "chaturmaas".
This is the period of monsoon When all the creepy crawlies are out, Insects and in millions all over We find them moving about.
Kind hearted and with love for all Our ancient seers did decide, That during this period of monsoon, It would be wise to stay inside.
Travelling was very difficult in the past, Rivers would be in spate, The rains flooded all over And the paths were in a bad state !
With the retinue to travel, Was a very risky thing to do, Hence it was wise to stay at one place So decided our Sadguru.
The Sadguru also needs time, To spend in quiet contemplation, To intensify His Anushtaan, To commune with the self in deep meditation.
And thus we find during the Chaturmaas Our Param Poojya Sadguru stays, During this eight week period At one particular place.
During the auspicious period we find, Satsang with the Sadguru, Will rejuvenate our spirits Fill us with inspiration too !
True, we devotees need guidance, And hence on the spiritual path to steer As a Parivraajakachaarya, our Poojya Swamiji Travels all through the year.
On the Auspicious day of the Guru Poornima With the Blessings of Bhagvaan Ved Vyaas, Our Param Poojya Swamiji, Begins the period of Chaturmaas.
Chaturmaas At the Lotus feet of Bhagvan Ved Vyaas, On the Guru Poornima day, We bow down with reverence, For knowledge we pray.
With the Guru Poornima, Noble souls who have taken sanyaas, Observe a period of intense sadhana Called the "chaturmaas".
This is the period of monsoon When all the creepy crawlies are out, Insects and in millions all over We find them moving about.
Kind hearted and with love for all Our ancient seers did decide, That during this period of monsoon, It would be wise to stay inside.
Travelling was very difficult in the past, Rivers would be in spate, The rains flooded all over And the paths were in a bad state !
With the retinue to travel, Was a very risky thing to do, Hence it was wise to stay at one place So decided our Sadguru.
The Sadguru also needs time, To spend in quiet contemplation, To intensify His Anushtaan, To commune with the self in deep meditation.
And thus we find during the Chaturmaas Our Param Poojya Sadguru stays, During this eight week period At one particular place.
During the auspicious period we find, Satsang with the Sadguru, Will rejuvenate our spirits Fill us with inspiration too !
True, we devotees need guidance, And hence on the spiritual path to steer As a Parivraajakachaarya, our Poojya Swamiji Travels all through the year.
On the Auspicious day of the Guru Poornima With the Blessings of Bhagvaan Ved Vyaas, Our Param Poojya Swamiji, Begins the period of Chaturmaas.
God’s Watchin
RAHUL X C
The God Up There wept 2 see The Mumbai trains go up in flames 'why' said He 'does man commit Atrocities in My name ? ( barbaric ,horrifying acts) 'haven’t I always made it clear it's love I wish 2 spread? that's the message you'll find in all the scriptures you've read. (Sacred writings of religions) 'look again and you will see nowhere have I said that you should hate your fellowmen or try to shoot them dead. it's time to rise even after such a mighty fall and know that wisdom will prevail (persist) if your heart forgives them all. 'it isn’t easy I agree to forget such a thing. but the wise alone will have the strength to withstand suffering.' so be you strong and wise, my men, and do whatcha know is right for that's the ONLY way you can hope to win the fight.'......... ' but if we take it lying down and don't put up a fight won't the culprits keep on feeling might is indeed right ? '........... 'be you patient for a while be not weak - but strong and penalise ONLY those (punish) you're SURE have done you wrong innocent men you know they've killed and you may do the same so act not in angry haste,my son lest you hang your head in shame'
(I have written down the meanings for all the little one’s to follow)
GRANDPA Growing up you were always thereEach and every day showing me that you cared.Spoiling me every chance that you had.Letting me know that is okay to be sad.After school, you checked on us day after day,Listening to every word we had to say.Each moment we spent togetherWill be special to me forever.Days spent shopping or mowingWere as precious as when it was snowing.My best memories are those at the time of yearWhen we decorated for Christmas with care.The family would gather to feastWhich now happens the least.Christmas magic soared through the airWhile you taught me how to share.Thirteen years I kept you in my sight.Now all I can do is hold the memories tight.The day your soul drifted highMy heart knew, and all I could do was cry.A half hour later, I was pulled out of classTo find my mom in a state of distress.When my eyes met hers.We both broke down into tears.I have spent five years trying to put it in my pastAnd now in college I have come to peace with it at last.A part of my heart left with you.The part that told me what to do.Once at college, I became confused and lost.I went to the church where God I sought.God told me something I did not know.I have your hand on my shoulder telling me where to go.I once thought the part of me that went with youWas lost forever and would not be put to good use.I now realize that I never lost part of my soul.I simply shared it with you to keep us whole.You watched over me while you were hereAnd I know that you will watch over me from up there.Grandpa, to me you meant the world.Now with you I can live in the world.A sign of Christmas and peace is the dove.You taught me that to have peace one must have love.therefore with love one can have peace.Together, we will indulge in life - God's feast.My love for you, Grandpa, will soon projectInto the love you will help me use to protect. RAHUL GANGOLLI
I MISS YOU Ajji I died inside, Yet I didn't show, How I felt, When it was your time to go.
I bottled it up, I hid it away, I didn't get, To say what I needed to say.
You were not here, To stay, You left me, You just went away Much I do need you, But I have known, You loved me like nobody else This you have shown
It is finally june My school starts again I am going to work real hard And bring up your name
Rahul Anand Gangolli Margao Goa
What is life? Life is full of happiness and sorrows It is something you cannot borrow. Life is full of ups and downs But you can’t leave every thing and sit like a clown. Mistakes happen, but learning from them is like wearing a crown It can be of any colour - red, black or brown. What happened? .....Wait ...don’t cry; You still have time; you still can touch the sky. You will have to prove yourself, and climb up the hill By showing them your talent and also your skills. You will have to reach your destination with rights, not wrongs Warning: it’s a very distant place, far and long. The world will not accept you; you will have to fight IT’S LIKE A SMALL STAR WITH THE BRIGHTEST LIGHT.
DON’T LOOK BACK Looking back? No! Never look back. Let the past lie dead in its track. Looking ahead? No, don’t look ahead and fume Because what’s in the future, we cannot assume. Look at the Present, live in the Present “An unborn tomorrow, A dead yesterday, Why fret about them if sweet be today? “ So, we have heard a poet say. Let me make every moment sweet And happy because the next moment Is going to be the ‘Present’ in a jiffy. Today is the first day of the rest of my life Let every moment of my remaining life Be sweet and meaningful So that I can Love All and Serve All. This is my only prayer to the Lord today!
RAHUL GANGOLLI
MOTHER'S ARE THE SWEETEST. Our mother is the sweetest and Most delicate of all. She knows more of paradise Than angels can recall. She's not only beautiful But passionately young, Playful as a kid, yet wise As one who has lived long. Her love is like the rush of life, A bubbling, laughing spring That runs through all like liquid light And makes the mountains sing. And makes the meadows turn to flower And trees to choicest fruit. She is at once the field and bower In which our hearts take root. She is at once the sea and shore, Our freedom and our past. With her we launch our daring ships Yet keep the things that last.
MY GRANDMOTHER (The most beautiful person that one can ever meet) She is a lotus untouched by dirty waters.... She is a queen who can solve any matters She is the magic fountain from which love flows... She is a balm when hard work has its say... She is a bed where a tired body can lay... She is sleep on a restless night..... she is peace to an endless fight She is a prayer when there is too much pain... She is hope when there seems to be nothing left to gain... She is beautiful in everyway... And I'm sure you'll all agree that it could be none other than my grandma krishnakumari ! By Rahul Anand Age -11 yrs Margao-Goa
MY TREASURE I have a mother who read to me The tales from Aladdin & sindbad from the sea Big golden eggs tucked below the wings The treasure Sindabad found& Alladin's rings I have a mother who read to me Lays Of Rama Allah & Christ & the golden days From her I learnt that whatever be their name They are but one and the same I have a mother who read to me the things The change in every little boy it brings Stories that moved my heart And made me stand from the crowd apart I have a mother who read to me real life fiction Legends of our own glorious nation Tales of Gandhi, Nehru & Bose Sagas of the British 3L the policies they chose You may have money & wealth untold You may have jewels & caskets of gold But richer than me you can never be For I have a mother who reads to me BY RAHUL GANGOLLI Loyola H.S (Goa)
MY GRANMA
Rahul
She is the magic fountain from which love flows.. She is a balm when hard work has its say... She is a bed where a tired body can lay,.. She is sleep on a restless night..... she is peace to an endless fight She is a prayer when there is too much pain... She is hope when there seems to be nothing left to gain... She is beautiful in everyway... And I'm sure you'll all agree that it could be none other than my grandma krishnakumari By Rahul Anand Gangolli Age -11 yrs Margao-Goa _________________________________________________________________________
MY TREASURE I have a mother who read to me The tales from Aladdin & sindbad from the sea Big golden eggs tucked below the wings The treasure Sindabad-found & Alladins rings I have a mother who read to me Lays Of Rama Allah & Christ & the golden days
From her I learnt that whatever-be their name
They are but one and the same 1 have a mother who read to me the things The change in every little boy it brings Stories that moved my heart And made me stand from the crowd apart I have a mother who read to me real life fiction Legends of our own glorious nation Tales of Gandhi , Nehru & Bose Sagas of the British & the policies they chose You may have money & wealth untold .You may have jewels & caskets of gold But richer than me you can never be- For I have a mother who reads to me BY RAHUL GANGOLLI Loyola H.S (Goa)
Fathers Are Wonderful People Rahul Anand Gangolli
For My Most Beloved papa on fathers Day & ever
MY Papa is a wonderful person Too little understood, And I do not sing his praises As often as I should... For, somehow, Papa seems to be The man who pays the bills, While Mama binds up little hurts And nurses all my ills... And papa struggles daily To live up to "HIS IMAGE" As protector and provider And "hero of the scrimmage"... And perhaps that is the reason I sometimes get the notion, That My papa is not subject To the thing we call emotion, But if you look inside Papas heart, Where no one else can see You'll find he's sentimental And as "soft" as he can be... But he's so busy every day In the grueling race of life, He leaves the sentimental stuff To my mama his wife... But my Papa is just WONDERFUL In a million different ways, And he deserves loving compliments And lots of praise, For the only reason my father aspires To fortune and success Is to make the family proud of him And to bring us happiness... And like OUR HEAVENLY FATHER, He's a guardian and a guide, Someone that we can count on To be ALWAYS ON OUR SIDE.
My History Lies In My Hands My history lies in my hands The lines have a story to tell My history lies in my hands That reached out for help as I fell They tell of many things The joys and slumps that life brings The very first time I dug in the dirt The last time I asked you if it hurt Many sunsets I walked with you along the shore The last time I knew I’d see you no more They tell of the softness I felt on my child’s cheek As I wiped the tears from an invisible grief They tell of the stars I saw from the old hilltop That I will continue to reach for till the day I drop
RAHUL GANGOLLI
I don't think I ever told you, how much I appreciate the things you do
You have been there when I cried,
and always known when I've lied. when I was a Baby You taught me ho and punished me when I did the wrong
You are always there tell me goodnight and you know how to make things all right I look up to you, sandhya
and I love you very much. I don't know what it would be like without your loving touch. You will always come first in my heart,
no matter how far we are apart. Kutappi, I have not told you,
without you where I would have been ,
My Sandhya
You re not only Just my Aunt my mother, But you're forever my best friend.
Ved Bhoomi Bharat (Bharat land of the Vedas) Bharat is secular one may say, But u cannot change the truth in anyway, Bharat and Vedas can never be separated, For Bharat is where Vedic way of life originated, Vedic life is not only Bharat's identity, But also that brought Bharat a lot of prosperity, Vedas which today indians are putting at a side, Is Bharat's real pride, Ayurveda that has been admired by the west, Has proved to be the best, Taking it has no side-effects, Whereas western medicines have their defects, Vedic Life that taught a human Meditation, Helps a human to free himself from Tension, Yoga which is a popular excercise, Today is practiced all over the world by the wise, Because it keeps you healthy and fit, And the time you spend on it is only a bit, Vedic maths that is taught in Oxford, Cambridge and Harward Universities today, Teaches a student to solve problems in a very easy way, Karate which is today a popular sport of china and korea, Was taught to them by the Buddhist monks from India, Thus Vedic way of Life gives Bharat a unique beauty, And preserving it is every patriotic Indian's duty, So we have to save our Bharat's indigenous cultures, From the anti-Hindu vultures, Who for our culture are digging a grave, And wish to make our Bharat an intellectual slave, So let us put all our differences aside, And unitedly fight to save the vedic culture that is Bharat's real pride!!!!
RAHUL GANGOLLI
PRESENCE of GOD
By Rahul
WHEN THE WEATHER IS ROUGH,
AND THE GOING GETS TOUGH WE THINK OF GOD
WHEN IT IS DIFFICULT TO RIDE,
AND IT IS HARD TO TIDE WE CALL OUT TO GOD
WHEN THE PEOPLE ARE BAD, AND WE ARE SAD WE ARE REMINDED OF GOD
WHEN WE FIND OURSELVES LUCKY,
OR WHEN WE ARE HAPPY WE NEVER THINK OF GOD __
BUT ONE THING WE FORGET,
WHEN WE ARE HAPPY EVERYONE WILL SURROUND
WHEN WE ARE SAD NO ONE WILL BE AROUND
SO OUR FAITH IN GOD MUST NOT DETER
WHETHER WE GET PAIN OR PLEASURE
THOUGH WE ARE IN PAIN
GOD WILL ALWAYS REMAIN TO SOOTHE AWAY OUR PAIN
HE WHO HAS GIVEN US SORROW WILL ALSO GIVE US JOY TOMORROW.
Prison Loneliness By Rahul It’s waiting on letters When you’re doing time. And your family won’t write, or send you a dime. It’s waiting on visits that never take place, from friends or loved ones, who forgot your face It’s hearing them lie And saying that we’re trying, making you promises but you know they are lying It’s making plans with someone Who you thought you knew, but their plans suddenly change, and it didn’t include you It’s hearing them say how much they care, but in your time of need they are never there. It’s hearing them promise and it goes straight to your head, But when push comes to shove, They leave you for dead. It’s feelings and Love Honor and Pride. Pain and Emotions and hurting inside It’s expressing yourself to your loved ones, and friends, But they can’t feel your pain because you’re behind bars It’s calling and hearing ‘Aeey’ 612 your old lawyer is on the phone. He says your people haven’t paid him fees of your last hearing yet. To them you are a “number not a name But you maintain Because life goes on It’s really messed up when you’re doing time But that’s “Prison Life.” Out of sight, out of mind.
RISE “N” ROAR
By RAHUL
Let us all rise to a fresh new dawn. Where the goodness is galore and the bad has gone. Remember, the Lord is within us, we will never fall. His motherly caress will always protect and help us rise tall. Let us all breathe the early morning breeze. From the beautiful flowers, thorns and the evergreen trees. Fill our hearts and souls, we must, with happiness and glee. From the shackles of Maya and Magic we must be free. Let us understand, in our past lives we have done good. For that has impressed the Lord, the desire for a Guru, He has hence understood. Sent us, He has, His own reflection in flesh and blood. In the form of Sri Sri Ravishankar Guruji, oceans of love, He has flood. Let us all touch our Guru’s holy feet; And March towards the Lord on His blissful and melodious beat. As the Guru, with the torch of knowledge, leads us to the spiritual dawn. Let us roar, as the lions of life and gallop like stallions like never before born. An embodiment of enlightenment and knowledge is Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Guruji. The Essence of the entire Guruparampara He exudes to you and me. Just His smile has transformed the lives of one and many. The Poet himself is a proof to this. It is the truth, sweeter than even honey!!
SWAMIJI CURE MY AJJA PLEASE!!
Forgive me for making this offering in rhyme But I find prose hard at the best of time This is about my Ajja Vasant Madiman Which I’m sure would touch any human
My Ajja loved being an Ajja It was the highlight of his life It was he who taught me to recognize colours bright Taught me the alphabets & set my vocabulary right
He loved the job of caring for me Pelting kisses on my cheek Making new games to see me smile And teaching new words to speak
One of the things that I loved And enjoyed the very best Was sitting with him in an arm chair While I slept upon his chest
It was he who told me the tales of Rama, Allah & Christ From him I learnt that there’s nothing in a name When one prays from the bottom of his heart The Gods would listen& be all game
Now my Ajja is suffering from Parkinsons And cannot recognize his own grandson I pray to our ParamPujya Swamiji day & night To bless my beloved Ajja & just make him all right!
Rahul Anand Gangolli 12 years Margao Goa
The Child of Today Crying from pain, with repulsive moans Here lies a child, now just decaying bones. Settles no dust on this pyre As its soul burns in an eternal fire. There is a child, with outstretched arms Begging for an embrace, hiding from harm. In this day of violence, hate and lust, There is a child with no one to trust. Amidst murder, wreckage and trashy beauty queens, There is a child with a broken dream. Here it lies, surrounded by pain Surrounded by rage, surrounded by disdain. Weeping and groaning, it tries to hold firm Onto its mother’s body, now dressed in worms. Its eyes see no sun, no darkness, no dawn; All of its beauty, its innocence is gone. It is hurt, and hungry and tired of brutality Its tiny hands have prints of cruelty. Running away is no escape The fairy-tale ending has been raped. Trying to breathe but suffocated by lies Shackled in misery, it unhappily tries To run away and begin a new life, A world where smile is husband and joy is wife! And so it nurtures its distant dreams Amid the killings and the blood-red streams. And someday hopes to smile again When there will be no hatred, no envy, no pain. So, let us pray for this child of today, That, one day, will rise from its ashes
The Kargil War
A war is on everyone cried, Thousands injured, millions died. Donations, funds, everyone tried, Twenty-four hours bloodshed, All emotions dried. Time passed, the enemy was defeated, with shame and sorrow, it retreated. Everyone happily got busy again, All have now forgotten the great pain. But is it all over? Ask those whose sons died, Ask those widows and orphans who cried. Is is all Over? All the sacrifice has gone to waste, Everyone has forgotten in their haste, About all those who gave their lives, Leaving behind lonely parents and wives. After the victory everyone rejoiced, Who cares about the many families and homes which were destroyed? And Still, and Still a war is on, A war of emotions, A war of hearts of people of two nations Who although are the children of the same mother, Now hate to look at each other. This hatred had given rise to the dispute, Breaking the branches, killing the roots. Cease this, irrigate the plant of oneness with love and See, See the plant grow into a full fledged tree. A tree bearing the fruits of love, Giving shelter to the peace-loving dove.
The road is long, rough on my feet, Winding the path, unbearable the heat, Struggling along, alone, I wonder, Is it worth it? I have no choice, I cannot stop, I must go on, slowly but surely, Towards my goal, the ultimate, Is it worth it? No idea when the journey will end, No idea who awaits me around each bend, No idea where the light comes from, Is it worth it? Its worth I shall know only when I reach, Till then I must keep on and on, If I tire out when I have tried hard enough, Perhaps someone will come and carry me home. I worried, I fretted, I sulked all by myself. My mood was low, tears seemed to flow. Then all of a sudden, the mist cleared, sad thoughts disappeared and suddenly I realized that I was not alone. I thought no one had heard me.....I couldn.t have been more wrong I thought there was no one in whom I could confide.....there was I thought there was no one on whose shoulder I could cry..... He was right beside me I thought if I cried alone by myself no one would see...... He wiped away my tears I thought I had to look after my children.....actually He had been doing it all along I thought I had hidden my fears from one and all..... He had known all through I thought the uncertainties of the future frightened me.. in His arms I felt secure I thought that I had every reason to cry..... He proved me wrong I thought my faith in him was strong..... but His love for me was stronger He asked me.... Why are you upset? I said.I am not sure He asked me.... Does nobody love you? I said....They all love me, it isn.t that He asked me....... Are you in pain? I said...Oh no, not at all. He asked me......Do you have a task before you that is too tough? I said... Not really He asked me.. Are you worrying because I shall not look after your children? I said..... I know you will He asked me.. Are you upset because you feel low and tired most often? I said.. Perhaps He asked me . are you feeling insecure about your future? I said.. Maybe He said.. Whenever you are tired, I shall carry you Whenever you feel low and want to cry, I shall hold your hand and wipe your tears Whenever you feel insecure about your future, I shall be right there to hold you close Even if you ever forget me, do not worry, I shall still be by your side..always He held my hand, smiled and gently caressed my forehead till I fell into a deep peaceful sleep.. How complex is life and still more complex the human mind!! And then there are a few moments times like this moment, when I long to give up everything - by that I really mean everything that I have known ever since my birth. I long for the deep peace that perhaps only death can bring. Just when things were looking good, looks like I am again at square one. I am not the only one to suffer, every one suffers with me. But I must remember that all this is part of their destiny too. No one suffers because of someone else.s karma. If they are suffering then they too are destined to go through it. Just as I cannot claim credit for their good times, so also I must not blame myself for their agony even if it seems to be brought about by my illness. They will all learn something through this experience and I must realize that as I suffer my role in this drama, they too are merely playing their role and fulfilling their destiny by going along with it. To blame myself for it all would be egoistic. The Lord has his own way in all things and I must learn to trust him. There is a reason for everything that happens. When He gives a problem, he also gives the courage required to face it. So I must feel the confidence deep down that He will indeed give courage to one and all concerned. If He seems merciless just because He puts us through fire then I must not forget that actually His mercy knows no bounds and that it is He who will carry us through it all so that we do not feel the heat. Our going through this fire is for our own good so that we may be purified and become closer to Him. All this I know in theory but dear God give me the courage to put this into practice. Since childhood I have liked one and all that I have met and known. Be they family, or friends or whosoever. Some I liked more than others. Some have cared for me in return, some have not. Those who cared have by far outnumbered those who did not. I have been blessed in that I have never harboured jealousy or envy or hatred. I have no enemies. One companion I have always had through thick and thin . the very Lord Himself. In a million ways He would make His presence felt. I have always felt protected and safe. I have never enjoyed asking anyone for anything. Not even from my own near and dear ones. Not even from the Lord Himself. However, all my life I have received far more than I ever needed from one and all. I have never therefore had occasion to be wanting. When all my life I have had a near-total trouble free existence, surely I owe something to the Lord above who made this possible? If He asks for my life, it is but a small price to pay for all that He has given me. Today this body may be ravaged by disease and racked by pain, I have no complaint. I am not this body. I am calm and serene, unaffected by the torment of my body. If indeed Death is knocking on my door, I shall receive Him with open arms for it is He who shall take me to that plane of existence that shall allow me to come closer to the Divine Presence. This body is mortal. One day it shall end. Then it shall be consigned to flames. All that shall remain will be the ashes. But I am not this body. I am immortal. Neither the flames themselves nor the heat thereof shall touch me. Perhaps I shall be free, unbound. Free to soar high like a bird. .Even though it be a Cross that raiseth me.still my song shall be.. Nearer my God to Thee, nearer to Thee..
ALL ABOUT TREES A tree is so humble and sweet it gives us so many fruits to eat we throw a stone on the tree but it gives us shade all free the poor chop it down with all their might but in return it gives us wood to warm up our night we cause trees a lot of pain but it is a tree who gives us rain from this we learn a lesson if someone throw's a stone at you give them a fruit in return
Rahul Anand Gangolli (6yrs) Margao-Goa.
(A POEM FOR MY MAMA ON MOTHERS DAY & EVER) When you have a mother who cares so much for you that anything you want becomes her desires When you have a mother who is so understanding that no matter what is bothering you she can make you smile When you have a mother who is so strong that no matter what obstacles she faces she is always confident in front of you When you have a mother who actively pursues her goals in life but includes you in all her goals you are very lucky indeed Having a mother like this makes it easy to grow up into a loving, strong adult Thank you for being this kind of wonderful mother. with all my love RAHUL GANGOLLI
YOU WANNA BET ??
By Rahul
Right from my secondary school days A very pious devotee of Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Guruji was I. When one night had a dream of Sri Sri himself
I could hear clear and loud The pleasant tic tocs of Padukas on the stairs Flustered yet in sheer joy I looked around for a chair.
The firm but sweet voice of my Guruji said You will have my darshan tomorrow The dream ended like all dream do But what a significance it really had!!
For at that time I was in an ICU,with needles in every inch of my body My lord what have I done? Why am I suffering? I grieved as I thought. Whats the great mistake? I asked myself as my tears I fought.
I was in a dazy state And the same soothing voice of my Guruji I heard Rahul you are a very brave child And you will come out of this he said
The voice was so compassionate, gentle and full of love There stood a man with a white robe and untidy beard and hair This was a Christian priest who’s come to pray I was told To meet his eyes?? I wasn’t so bold.
No strange coincidence was this! If that is what you all think It was my Sri Sri Ravi Shankar Guruji Who established that vital link.
When sorrow over flows When there is pain and sadness around It is then we surrender unconditionally, and find That the Lord comes down to save mankind!
My pain soon melted away Dawned a day clear and bright My Sri Sri Guruji I finally met Would any of you WANT TO BET?!
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