ONE ALMIGHTY

ONE ALMIGHTY

Play how He wants you to play,

Strange but in a blessed way He judges,

Tomorrow, today and yesterday,

All differently planned without begrudges,

Go with the Almighty’s will,

Dare against troubles, Dare!

And your Will will be fulfilled,

For He is your hope is despair,

Search not Him in water,

Search not Him in fire,

Stop! Stop! Stop! Stop to totter!

You have what you require,

Search not Him in air,

Chase not Him in loneliness,

Search not in blood, or sweat, or tear,

Just stop and access what you possess,

Search not in a name,

For He gives it to everyone,

Search not in a fame,

Which can be overrun,

But search Him in a thought of goodness,

Search Him in a thought of faith,

For He is in everyone’s progress,

“My kingdom is within you”, He saith,

No hymn can bind Him, no ritual,

But a small act of kindness can,

Though kindness is habitual,

But in man now it’s forsaken,

Each leaf sings His glory,

Each wind carries His message,

Each drop bears His territory,

Each heart has His passage,

Hear His voice,

“I’m One in all”, He says,

And says you to rejoice,

In His prayer always

Amen



                                                                                     -Kishor Jangda

NEVER LEAVE THE BEST FOR THE LAST

NEVER  LEAVE

Never leave the best for the last,

As everything just passes,

Believe me, I’m an iconoclast,

With a million morasses,

Never bemoan,

But never care for mores,

It’s better to atone,

These are lost and bygones,

Too perplex and astound,

Life just straggles,

Everything is moribund,

Everywhere are haggles,

Wherever you go,

 Zenith is out of reach,

Let your god know,

The way to teach,

Though elegant and polite,

He gives pains and penalties,

But don’t stop, don’t fright,

For outmoded banalities,

Look back for the one you adore,

Oh streams! Obey my wish,

With a heart so pure,

With angels to swish,

Get ready to witness the odds,

The war for temples,

For different philosophies, different gods,

Watch man die in tramples,

Never leave the best for the last,

Enjoy the green world and the blooms,

And the azure sky, too superlative and vast,

And the snowy hills with icy fumes,

Never take a step alone,

Beneath the lonely moon,

Take a kiss form the bygone,

And give a dream of returning soon,

When wilt they return?

Oh monks of god,

I have a sin to burn,

With a sinful wad,

Never leave the best for the last,

Who, the past, present and future, sees?

Search a light for the shadow to cast;

To make a way out of the miseries…..

I have faith in you…..

-KISHOR JANGDA

I'M MAD

I’m  mad

Conflicting influences and confused minglings,

I run everywhere like a rat who slings,

Shaking senseless head for a meaningless confusion,

In the home of endless faults with rueful regression,

I shall fall now from a three legged chair,

Searching the forth leg to make another pair,

With one obscure observant eye and one closed one,

Why shall I waste one eye if I can see with one?

I’m that mad who writes, you are but who read,

Both are meant for the same preposterous need,

I live under a sky; you live under a roof,

My truth needs faith; your truth needs proof,

With my well tuned madness I’m happy to say,

“All you vainglorious men; stay away”

NEVER DIE GIVING UP

Never die giving up

Even if you bleed to death,

When imponderable air kills the breath,

Out of suspicion or a silly cry,

Never give up, don’t die,

Let the Sabre through your body,

Don’t care of the wounds too shoddy,

Act not like soulless, mindless protocol,

Stumble, but don’t fall,

Make more blood, compensate the loss,

Once a great man died on the cross,

The son of God who lives within,

Close your eyes but don’t give in,

Don’t die until you finish the cause,

Don’t wait for the silky gauze,

Let the blood dance at the edges of the sword,

Fight for the faith you afford,

Keep the soul in your heart,

Don’t let it depart,

Never let it stain,

Don’t die out of pain,

Let the enemy stab you,

Through flesh and tissue,

But don’t kneel down,

Don’t lie on the ground,

Dare against fear; dare,

With pride let us declare,

“Until our blood runs up,

We’ll never die giving up,”

                    -Kishor Jangda