Memories Of A Divine Rendezvous – Hadshi, October 2009

Moments Divine,
In surroundings pristine…

Teardrops glisten and fall to the ground,
Every droplet contains a depth profound,
Moments spent,
With the Beloved One,
Moments Divine,
In surroundings pristine,
Nature shone in all her glory,
Linking lives to His Story,
Come, let us meander through,
The lanes and by-lanes of history,
Even as teardrops glisten and fall to the ground,
Each droplet a kaleidoscope,
Of memories profound…

Pune heard the excited whispers,
Carried by the wind,
Of the Divine Coming,
Overcome with joy,
Her parched heart did sing,
A lot of ‘Sai-Hands’ to spruce her up,
The city glowed with an outpour of love,
Banners, posters, carpets of flowers,
Of bhajans and praises a myriad showers,
Along with a million other things too,
Like miniature diamonds,
Shone every drop of due,
Elation pervaded the air,
To show her abundant delight,
Pune did decide,
Along with Panduranga Kshetra – Hadshi,
She dressed up,
As would a ‘blushing bride’…

She would,
Soak in as much as she could,
Knowing soon she had to step aside,
For waiting with arms open wide,
For her moment of pride,
Impatient and eager was her sister Mumbai,
To welcome Beloved Mother Sai…

Wednesday, 0940 hrs, 28th October 2009,
At Lohegaon – Pune,

The Lord’s flying chariot,
Made a graceful touchdown,
Indeed a glorious moment,
For this famed Peshwa town,
It seemed as though the runway rose up,
To greet the Airplane,
Their happiness,
Devotees could no longer contain,
It spilled over and each breath wore a smile,
Every heart polished and spiritually fertile,
Hmmm!!! What bliss indeed,
The Beloved One was finally here,
Albeit only for awhile…

Enchanting minutes tangoed by,
Faces beamed in the presence,
Of Beloved Mother Sai,
The Sun waited impatiently for dawn,
To worship the Lotus Feet,
With its pink tinged rays,
Each morn,
An adoration that blended into a spectacular sunset,
Reluctant to exit as yet,
But the Moon and the Stars,
Awaited their turn in the velvet sky,
None could have their fill of Beloved Mother Sai…

What nostalgic glee,
For many an aged devotee,
Who found it impossible to visit Parthi,
The Lord responded to their longing,
And what a response it was,
Ceaseless grace,
No clause, no pause,
Nature reveled in offering her Lord,
Her utmost hospitality,

Birds and animals too,
Shared her excitement, you see,
Mango groves and palm trees,
And grass that shone emerald green,
Hadshi looked radiant,
Amongst other hills – a queen,
The Beloved One filled every heart,
With nectar supreme,
If only there was a way,
To continue this Divine Dream,
Unreal, surreal, ethereal,
Though ‘real’,
It was a time when heaven came down to earth,
No deficit, no dearth,
The mind has chosen those memories to embrace,
Beloved Bhagawan’s infinite love,
Does them lace,
Did I hear you say ‘true, true’,
Have you done just the same too…?

Come, let us meander through,
The lanes and by-lanes of history,
Even as teardrops glisten and fall to the ground,
Each droplet a kaleidoscope,
Of memories profound…

If I were to be given just one wish,
I would wish for those days,
Once again to come by,
Moments Divine,
In surroundings pristine,

For those precious moments,
Each breath with adoration,
Does fervently sigh,
To bask yet some more in the presence,
Of my Beloved Mother Sai…

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About For Beloved Mother Sai

Breathing Beloved Every Single Moment Of Living!!! Tum Shwaas Ho!...Tum Pass Ho!!...Tum Vishwaas Ho!!!
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One Response to Memories Of A Divine Rendezvous – Hadshi, October 2009

  1. I wish we all are given that one wish…beautiful poem

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