Saturday, 24 June 2017

THE DESCENT OF LORD by Latha Ramanan

THE DESCENT OF LORD

24 June 2017


THE DESCENT OF LORD By Latha Ramanan

Childhood ensured to live in yearning of my Lord,
Youth reaffirmed that I was born for Him,
Later years showed the path to Him,
Recollecting merging in Him is the soul's sole purpose.

Somewhere along the rugged, unbeaten road of life,
I lost the confidence to ascend towards Him,
When the last hope of meeting Him died,
I cut off my golden wings of flight.

Pain of separation from the Lord exceeded,
The deliberate act of chopping off wings of freedom,
I replaced on the wounds boulders of duty
And sensors to see Him in all.

Blood oozed from the unhealed wounds every now and then,
When my Lord's memory enlivened in the heart,
Blood oozed from wings,  then from the heart and eyes,
Till the dripping blood formed trails wherever I went.

I took an oath not to search for Him anymore,
Each moment has been spent in Him, now it was His turn to find me.
Wingless and blocking my path to Him with rocks of altruism, I remained.
He would have to follow the bloodied imprints I left.

The Lord had to descent, He couldn't resisit the pull,
How could He ignore the austerities of His beloved?
How can he be indifferent to a soul waiting to merge in Him?
How can He turn a blind eye to the river of blood that flowed from the sacrificial life?

Have faith my friend, when you know your soul's purpose,
Each experience in your life leads you to your destination,
Your life is worth living, you have a right to be in your space,
Everything around you are blessings and guidance in disguise.

Sunday, 18 June 2017

EVEN BUDDHA CRIES SOMETIMES

*Even Buddha Cries Sometimes* By Latha Ramanan
Listening to the woes of thousands,
Buddha stood still in the stone statue,
Absorbing and annihilating their sorrows,
Raising the masses to a higher plane each moment.

Amongst the crowd Buddha searched
For a soul that is away from the drama called life,
Not carried away in the world,
Living in the world but not of the world.

Often found a glimpse of such souls
In a desireless little girl who offers a flower
To Him with a smile from the heart,
In a content monkey, cow or dog that visits Him.

He discerned the same light as in Him
In the ever-giving effulgent Sun,
Benevolent full moon, undaunting waves and soothening breeze,
Where is such unruffled beings in human form?

Buddha sometimes loses tranquillity over the drama-driven human lives,
Who are inept to resonate His truthfulness,
fearlessness and compassion,
He cries sometimes perceiving human forms'
Inability to reverberate His universal healing love.

Friday, 2 June 2017

BE LOVE


Be Love by Latha Ramanan
Be Love from the silence of the Heart ,
Never be love of someone alone,
Never rationalise your love or be lovelorn,
Be love from the Heart.

Be the ocean of love, drowning all the passersby,
Sharing your love unconditionally, not knowing why,
Let each cell in you vibrate love,
That resonate in a passing butterfly,  an ant, a dog or a dove.

Let the love in you heal the world,
Give hope to humanity to be bold,
Let all walls and fears be wiped,
Break all the chains that the mind hyped.

Monday, 4 May 2015

                                                           Kids Summer Programme April/May 2015



Amla (Gooseberry) Health Drink


To make Gooseberry Ginger Detox Drink, blend 1 cup of chopped gooseberries, 1 inch piece of ginger, juice from 1 lemon,1/2 teaspoon black salt or regular in a blender with some water. Strain the juice into a glass. Serve with sugar and ice cubes(optionals).
(Recipe courtesy Archanas Kitchen).
(Photo copyright Sivashakti Yoga Bangalore)

Wednesday, 21 August 2013

Angels in Love by Latha Ramanan

Angels in Love  (Photo-art from Desktopnexus)
Angels in Love - By Latha Ramanan


A female angel with white wings fell in love with the dark-winged male angel.  They loved each other long enough till the hues of wings exchanged. Colours on the angels’ bodies emerged as designs on the partner’s body. They forgot their individuality and their hearts became one. They whirled in circles in the sky, moving upwards to the Light as one angel.

Thursday, 7 February 2013


A Tear Drop
(Pic from Fractracer)


A drop of tear is all I have now to offer You,
Rest of what I thought I had is already with You.

Hidden in my heart this tear drop collected stories,
Gaining a rainbow colour with the stories,

Fossilising into a crystal with rainbow glow,
My heart treasured it and could not let it go.

Being aware, I’m offering you the last thing I call mine,
My Heart is empty and light, nothing to hold as mine.

No more stories, no more others; I remain,
All colours and stories disappeared, the being remains.