Nitin - Prayer

The Life is same Only I have changed, Mind is still and

Heart has now awakened.

Words have merged into silence,

As my tears…into oceans.

Every day and night of yours is so new, that I can only

Dance and dance and dance,

Not a day or two,

As eternity will be less for this dance.

I knew, I was not fit for your grace

But you only, ignored my devil faces.

I can’t test your love,

As I have never tasted it.

Swimming on the beaches was fine;

But I knew, in last rising tide were you.

O Master! In thine Ocean full of love,

I can’t float for long…waving, along thine fins.

Don’t love me so much...Even Guides don’t swim so deep.

Don’t love me so much…‘Admitted-ones’ can float only.

Don’t love me …O Osho!…so much.

Friends are the same

Only I have changed.

Still your glimpse is evident,

Twinkling on their faces,

Like a sparkling golden star

Quenching inborn darkening desires of mine.

World is no more, as if

I am melting in your core.

Every form of yours is a perpetual festival that I can only

Celebrate, jump and rejoice;

Not a day or two,

As eternity will be less for my celebration.

I knew, I was not fit for your grace

But you only, ignored my foul faces.

I can’t test your love

As I have never tasted it.

Walking on the small earth was fine

But don’t make me run.

O Master! In thine Universe, full of light

I can’t move for long… pawned, with thine eyes.

Don’t love me so much...Even Sightfulls don’t walk in your light.

Don’t love me so much …‘Open-eyed’ can cry only.

Don’t love me …O Osho!…so much.

Meditations are still the same

Only I have changed.

Your call to dance,

Pushed me to respond it at once, saying, Ah This!

Sometimes ‘Observations’ are also left behind, and I feel,

I am dancing on the waves.

Every atom of yours is so fresh that I can only

Sing, pray and spray its love;

Not a day or two,

As eternity will be less for my prayers and love.

I knew, I was not fit for your grace

But you only, ignored my desiring faces.

I can’t test your oceanic love,

I have never tasted it.

Flying kites was fine,

But don’t make my ordinary kite shine,

O Love-God! In thine love-elevated celestial sky;

I can’t buoy up for long…entangled with thine knot.

Don’t love me so much…Even Swans don’t fly so high.

Don’t love me so much...‘Unfurled-wings’ can watch only.

Don’t love me…O Love!...so much.

(by Nitin Arora)