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Until You Find Me…

The one whom I never had… through awareness always felt the presence around… Was present always in various figures and through unknown situations…

Years might have passed or may be ages… Now I have realized the importance of your being…

"Guru" in these four letters reside the four yugas… and your words nectar of four Vedas…

In today’s world it's hard to find an honest being… someone like you can’t be seen…

Until I find you… no, sorry… Until you find me…

I am incapable, immature and ignorant being… I have no right to choose you… You are like the morning sun who lights every dew… You are the one who will hold my hand… and walk with me to eternity… to make me realize the infinity…

Now all these years and ages… there were so many saints and sages… who have helped me without any wages…

To all those who have taught me with our awareness or without it… to all those who have helped me… intentionally or accidently… to all those whom I hate…, love…, want to be with or don’t ever want to see them…

Thank you… for being my Guru in those situations, circumstance… for being in those memories rather good or bad… for helping me shape… the life that I live today…

Thank you, to the first ever Guru… from whom the life originates… from whom I have got my being… who has served me unconditionally… the one from whom we inherit… love, care…, our identity and our dignity… to my mother…

Thank you, to the one who shapes the life to tackle the material vicinity… to my father… to all those friends and acquaintances… with whom I grew up… with whom I learn to live… and smile… and finally to the divine… who have taught me and shown life beyond the sight…

Maybe it takes lifetime as the darkness of this sky… I will still be waiting for you like the star of the million nights… to give up all its brightness to that divine light…

 

 

 

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