The mind whispers,walk the path of dharma,like Arjuna, with his bow drawn tight.
The heart replies, let me offer love into it,like Meera, singing to her Krishna through the night.
Situations whirl around me.
Like the churning of the cosmic ocean—Samudra Manthan
Where every choice pulls like devas and asuras
Tugging between what’s right… and what’s desired.
But my soul, ancient and still,speaks in the voice of Vishnu, resting upon Ananta.
Soft, eternal, and unshaken
Do what is necessary
Time moves—like Shiva in his Tandava
Moments rise and fall
Karma spins its golden wheel.
In the center of it all
Like a flickering diya in the wind
Like Draupadi with folded hands
I stood… still.
Not knowing what’s right and what’s desired.
Until something touched me
Not a voice, not a word,but a divine light
Like the jyoti of Arunachala.
The kind of light Yashoda must’ve See when she looked into Krishna’s mouth and saw the universe.
It said:
When your heart and mind stop their war and start walking together,like Lakshmi beside Vishnu grace flows into action.
Miracles don’t just visit…They begin to live in you.
When your soul accepts the leela,when it bends with the time,even suffering becomes prasad.
Even poison, like Neelakantha’s, becomes a sacred strength.
So I bow
Not in surrender,but in sacred acceptance.
I do not run after answers.
I do not ask the winds to calm.
I walk the sacred thread—that unseen sutra,woven by Saraswati’s wisdom and Sita’s silence.
That ties duty to devotion.
Lets love carry its weight.
With no need for reward.
