Namaste
This is an bhajan of mine, in English. But I guess it is also a poem.
White Flowers
(1)
Everywhere You Are, but we are here,
Where Ganga descended, and Surya appears,
Mitraya's sky of solar wing,
Sails a golden coin with silver ring,
Brings hours closer, to the Last,
Cast the future, marked the past,
But the last One watching, was the First Who smiled,
Maheshwara smile on your flower child
Chorus:
Maheshwara
We are chasing the Morning
But cannot look away from the Moon in Your Hair
As the Sun rises
Over Banaras
We become Your white flowers, this is our prayer
Annapurna
Is Your Queen of the Mountains
From Kashmir She came to the Never Forsaken
Ganga embraces
Every last seeker
She is Kashi's Sister, and our Queen of Heaven
(2)
We gathered and scattered, and were born too far,
We were chasing the storm, thrown like a star,
We wandered through jungles of night's neon ghettos,
Our temples are small, our palace of echos,
Though we are only, your rainbow of shadows,
Your white lotus meadows, wind scattered petals,
Ishwara, come, live here awhile,
Maheshwara smile on your flower child
Chorus:
Maheshwara
We are chasing the Morning
But cannot look away from the Moon in Your Hair
As the Sun rises
Over Banaras
We become Your white flowers, this is our prayer
Annapurna
Is Your Queen of the Mountains
From Kashmir She came, to the Never Forsaken
Ganga embraces
Every last seeker
She is Kashi's Sister, and our Queen of Heaven
(3)
The white champaka, is a beautiful flower,
Matches the face of the bright Mountain's Daughter,
But we do not bring you, the white champaka,
Nor the ketaki flower, we are what we offer,
Unfolding our petals, we have become,
Your White Lotus Flowers under the Sun,
Your Shweta Padma with face to a Star,
It is not what you were, it is what you are
Chorus:
Maheshwara
We are chasing the Morning
But cannot look away from the Moon in Your Hair
As the Sun rises
Over Banaras
We become Your white flowers, this is our prayer
Annapurna
Is Your Queen of the Mountains
From Kashmir She came to the Never Forsaken
Ganga embraces
Every last seeker
She is Kashi's Sister, and our Queen of Heaven
And we are Your White Flowers,
Only White Flowers,
Smile on Your flowers and take what is given
This is an bhajan of mine, in English. But I guess it is also a poem.
White Flowers
(1)
Everywhere You Are, but we are here,
Where Ganga descended, and Surya appears,
Mitraya's sky of solar wing,
Sails a golden coin with silver ring,
Brings hours closer, to the Last,
Cast the future, marked the past,
But the last One watching, was the First Who smiled,
Maheshwara smile on your flower child
Chorus:
Maheshwara
We are chasing the Morning
But cannot look away from the Moon in Your Hair
As the Sun rises
Over Banaras
We become Your white flowers, this is our prayer
Annapurna
Is Your Queen of the Mountains
From Kashmir She came to the Never Forsaken
Ganga embraces
Every last seeker
She is Kashi's Sister, and our Queen of Heaven
(2)
We gathered and scattered, and were born too far,
We were chasing the storm, thrown like a star,
We wandered through jungles of night's neon ghettos,
Our temples are small, our palace of echos,
Though we are only, your rainbow of shadows,
Your white lotus meadows, wind scattered petals,
Ishwara, come, live here awhile,
Maheshwara smile on your flower child
Chorus:
Maheshwara
We are chasing the Morning
But cannot look away from the Moon in Your Hair
As the Sun rises
Over Banaras
We become Your white flowers, this is our prayer
Annapurna
Is Your Queen of the Mountains
From Kashmir She came, to the Never Forsaken
Ganga embraces
Every last seeker
She is Kashi's Sister, and our Queen of Heaven
(3)
The white champaka, is a beautiful flower,
Matches the face of the bright Mountain's Daughter,
But we do not bring you, the white champaka,
Nor the ketaki flower, we are what we offer,
Unfolding our petals, we have become,
Your White Lotus Flowers under the Sun,
Your Shweta Padma with face to a Star,
It is not what you were, it is what you are
Chorus:
Maheshwara
We are chasing the Morning
But cannot look away from the Moon in Your Hair
As the Sun rises
Over Banaras
We become Your white flowers, this is our prayer
Annapurna
Is Your Queen of the Mountains
From Kashmir She came to the Never Forsaken
Ganga embraces
Every last seeker
She is Kashi's Sister, and our Queen of Heaven
And we are Your White Flowers,
Only White Flowers,
Smile on Your flowers and take what is given
