the end of miseries maybe..awaiting fresh mistakes
i start my day with the words................
" om gurave namaha"
my guru .......who is what i never know
the man much flawed, a teacher ,a mentor ,a friend.......
yet human ..or may be my gift from god....
my guru..what can i say about him
an old man....though younger than me at times.....
irrationally radical maybe..........
calm ..........resembling the clamth before a storm,
stern ............yet amazingly liberal............
knowledge is in his blood
transfering it into me................
my viens seems to burst at its pressure
lost often in metaphhors i dont understand..................
randomly fighting multiple duels and battles..............
i emerge a warrior ........attaining mastery in my skill
"practice makes perfect " -he says
read read and write........my brain might explode one day
or may be ....................
yet i say "om gurave namaha"
for i know that my guru makes no mistake
however human............i can feel his power to rekindle and create
the power he now teaches to control within me
at twilight i smile
i know i have grown a million years each day
i have what all seek to obtain
i have me within me.......... my shakti
i smile again
on my way home
i look back
i say
"om guruve namaha"
