songsfromthesoul

SONGS FROM THE SOUL
The poems on this page are some of the outpourings from Her heart, over the course of many decades of Her yearning for Swami.
One of Radha's nineteen qulalities is her ever changing emotional nature. Here the piqued Radha chastises Yasodha for her lack of proper motherly care for her beloved Kanha ...
What kind of a mother are you Yashoda? You have hurt my dear Kanha!What... Did Yashoda hurt Krishna ... How?”You let Putana clutch my LordYou let an Asura snatch my KingYou let the neighbors complainYou let Him go cow herdingYou bound the One who breaks our bondageYou scared the Bud of beautyYou hit Him with a churner in rageOh what a pity!My heart bleeds to see His ruby feetOn the stones and thorns strewn arids.Alas! He is grazing cattleIn the snake and tiger lurking torridsTarrying with stick in handWeary on His errand, oh!Compared to you YashodaEven Kaikeyi wasn’t so harsh!
Oh fragrant breeze will you help me?Will you go to my Lord?He has forgotten me!He has forsaken me!Oh cool moon will you help me?Will you tell Him my plea?My dear Lord has forgotten me!He has forsaken me!Oh rain cloud will you help me?In his thought I know no sleepMy beloved Lord has forgotten me!He has forsaken me!Oh stars of heaven will you help me?At His feet I want to beMy divine Lord has forgotten me!He has forsaken me!Sleeplessly, I lamented in the nights Sending all those I saw as messengers.The pain of Prema is unimaginable,..It cannot be described in words. When one melts like this, God showers His Grace.

My yearning calls and criesHave brought Your blissful form.Prahlada created NarahariMy Prema created my Lord.Who gave Your body the fragrance of roses? I, with the call of my soul.Who made Your divine Lotus feet? I, with my desolate cries.Who drew Your enchanting face? I, with the flood of my tears.Oh! The beauty of Your bewitching smile Is it not the unending reign of my love?The redness of Your lipsIs the beauty of my devotion.Your teasing eyesYour name in my blood.Your dancing golden feetThe music in my heart.
I am a small straw floating in the flood of time.I am but one among the many living beings,A small bubble in the ocean.Swami reveals Himself in ever so many waysTo a poor insignificant soul like me.I pray to Him to reveal to all His divinity.
Of all the four yugas, Kali age is the best to experience the divine play.
Now, we are the most fortunate to have this chance.
Only a few knew of Rama and Krishna's divinity; but today the whole world knows Sri Sathya Sai Baba as the Parabrahma and gathers at His feet. Our past good deeds have brought us to His feet. Let us immerse ourselves in His ocean of mercy. His never-ending compassion flows to one and all.I have written a song about this:I am not Indra to behold Your splendour with a thousand eyes!I am not adishesha to sing Your Glory with a thousand tongues!I am not Karthaveerya to hold Your lotus feet with a thousand hands!I am born only as an ordinary mortal in this dark world!