Sant Tukaram Poems
|2.||Argue No More About It||5/2/2012|
|3.||The Chief Of The Yadavas||5/2/2012|
|4.||To Arrange Words||5/2/2012|
|5.||Where Does One Begin With You?||5/2/2012|
|6.||Alone At Your Feet||5/2/2012|
|7.||When I Lose Myself||5/2/2012|
|8.||In Me Thou Livest||5/2/2012|
|9.||I Speak Yet Am I Silent||5/2/2012|
|10.||If Only You Would||5/2/2012|
|11.||Children Dressed In Tatters||5/2/2012|
|13.||How Could A Lover Fall?||5/2/2012|
|14.||Name Of God||5/2/2012|
|15.||First He Looked Confused||5/2/2012|
|17.||All Blest Are They||4/6/2010|
|18.||Can Water Drink Itself?||5/2/2012|
|19.||All Men To Me Are God-Like Gods!||4/6/2010|
|20.||Smaller Than The Smallest Atom||4/6/2010|
|21.||None See Me Off||4/6/2010|
|22.||Thou Art More Kind Than Mother Dear||4/6/2010|
|23.||Abhangs (A Short Collection)||1/1/2004|
Abhangs (A Short Collection)
I was sleeping when Namdeo and Vitthal Stepped into my dream.
'Your job is to make poems. Stop wasting time,' Namdeo said.
Vitthal gave me the measure and gently aroused me from a dream inside a dream.
Namdeo vowed to write one billion poems.
'Tuka, all the unwritten ones are your responsibility.'
To repeat Your name is to string pearls together.
The pleasure in your manifested form is always new.
I have ceased to desire the unembodied God.
Your worshippers do not seek liberation.
With You, it is still possible to give and to receive.
What use is ...
How Could A Lover Fall?
What could have caused your grip to weaken
that allowed creation to be?
How could a lover fall to his death
from the arms of infinite
How active you are in the mind sustaining such a great wall
that the sun can cast a frightening shadow