My Communion With God Poem by Rajpal Singh

My Communion with God
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My father you are, and
My mother you are too;
Brother, sister, cousins and friend,
And all kinsmen I see in you.

For I came from your eternal womb,
Nourished by your Nature's boon,
Blessed to flourish to full bloom,
And will bid adieu for a new room.

I appreciate you, O' Lord, when joyous be,
Commune with you when success kisses me,
Take skeptic turn when failure engulfs me,
And even distrust your eternal entity.

Forgive this sin for it relates to your son,
And a father cannot, I'm sure, but to pardon.
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My day starts always with thee, O' Divine being,
By lighting up lamp with importunate tone;
A lot of demands for affluence and wellbeing
Flutter from my two lips in inaudible tone.

I insist and claim for more,
For my needs grow day by day,
And with conjoint palms stand before,
And childishly implore and pray.

No fault, O' father, in it I see,
For it is a child's birthright
To urge for whatever his need be
By sulking in puerile fight.

A Child of yours I am O' Lord,
Though descended in a land abroad.

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Land of illusion this planet is
Where thou. O Lord, bid to descend me,
And the shroud of modern amenities
Envelop the sense from the reality.

The illusion is here so high, O' Lord,
That conscience is interned by sensual claws;
The vision is impaired to see the road
That leads to thee and for thy holy cause.

Distrust in thy being, I know, is a sin,
Still I commit for my weak state of being;
Greed and hunger often grow within,
And I forget thy name and praise to sing.

Still I know we are so dearer to thee
That thou take our fault for triviality.
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Where are you father, the holy spirit?
Where your holy abode, the heaven is?
Is it high above on some mountain summit,
Or deep beneath some oceanic abyss?

Or thou live in Sun, moon or in some star,
Or in some faraway galactic body
Which shines bright though stays very far
To fill in eerie dark the unfold mystery?

As omnipotent, omniscient & omnipresent
Rightly thou are always being treated by all,
For, free from 'time & place' bar thou can be present
Anywhere, though invisible to eye temporal.

My father, my mother, my friend thou are all,
My obeisance to thee, O' mentor spiritual.

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I'm like a metal which is blended with impurity,
Buried in its ore, and is unqualified for use;
Or like that tool, which has lost its flexibility
For being discarded and never been used.

Or like that instrument which for lack of maestro
Gives unpleasant discordant notes with its reeds;
Or like a neglected land where doth grow
A large number of useless, unwanted weeds.

Strike me hard, O' lord, to extract from ore,
Rub and polish me with your divine might,
Bring pleasant harmony in me o' great mentor,
Weed out to make me fertile with your celestial light.

This bird is captive and never knows to take flight,
Give it wings, O' father, to scale a new height.

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This World is a theatre,
The director, O' Lord you are,
And we all actors descended on this earth
To perform our parts at your super behest,
And the roles have not been rehearsed.
We are at ease to play and converse
Whatever we feel right and decorous;
And You the grand Juror
Behold as a silent spectator
And finally deliver your judgment
Presenting reward or punishment.
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By father this seed was sown,
Mother bore it in her womb,
And gave her blood till it did bloom.
After three months, O' Eternity,
You sent me to dwell in,
And after nine to be born.
The parents by whom
This bulk was begotten and grown,
Have the title only for it to own.
But me, who was born in your eternal womb,
Is the assets of your realm.
You will take away one day your son
When does collapse his home,
For you can never see him in a home,
Decrepit, dilapidated and torn,
And will give elsewhere a new home,
Or merge him in your eternal gloom.
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When I stand alone in eerie dark night
To look high at starry face of sky,
And see winking stars' flickering light,
A flick of shudder runs fast and high.

The touch of cold nightly wind
Doth add to the strange query;
The sharp chirp of hopper doth rebind
In the dark night to add mystery.

Soon disappears the fear of night scary
With the beatific touch of some power
And it is none but thou are, O' almighty,
Who with thy divine touch takes out my fear.

Though invisible thy presence can be felt,
As is the aroma which can only be smelt.
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The black patches of dark cloud
Block the passage of moonlight
Adding to the murkiness of ground
Reinforcing the panic of dark night.

Rain's highly pouring torrents
Accompanied by thunderstorm
Beat the land with force violent
And to decor it with new charm.

The heart rending, awful lightning
Flashes with terrifying loud sound
To swell the heart and its beating,
Reminding thy presence all around.

Thy message nature tries to commune,
And my fear in air vanishes soon.
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Invisible, unperceivable by human eye,
Lord of lords, lord of all, he is one lord,
King of Kings, all pervading, infinite as sky,
Say him Waheguru, Allah, Hari or God.

Omniscient, omnipresent and omnipotent,
Exists even much before mundane existence;
Agnostics although plead him different,
Truth is his entity, truth is his presence.

Feel him in the starlight, or in the beams of moon,
Or in the rainbow, or in its any lovely hue,
Surely you would feel and deduce soon
That one is he, only one, and not two.

Adorn him in any of his holy abodes,
In temple, mosque, synagogue or church,
Or in shrine different title being endorsed,
One is the divinity and one is the life force.

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Bright and clear was the sky after rain,
Glimmered with cool light the glad terrain,
With whiff & motion the gentle breeze
Sang the song to give all ease.

The tall plants leafy nod and sway
Gave signs of this auspicious day;
The little shrubs of lovely flowers
Swung to greet him in this pious hour.

The river's feast was over and done,
Merrily it was on zigzag run
Singing the jingle-song in divine praise
For, it had felt the presence of his grace.

Father! thy entity they all can feel, though
We, the humans, are incapable to do so.
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Craved I for more and more,
For, my wants had no fence;
Earnestly to thee did I implore
Even for the absurd making defence.

Thou fulfilled some and rejected irrationals
Which appeared to thee deadly and hazardous,
For, how can a father give toys fatal
To the child though they look too covetous.

I sulked and took resentment
At thy fair and just denial,
For my half bred mind knew not thy intent
Which saved me from righteous and moral fall.

Thou love thy child, O father, so much
That thou want him away from evil touch
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You sent me to live in this orb
With different mission to serve;
You intended me to do with perfection
Which is your wish and satisfaction.

The illusion of this illusory world
Hid your mission under deceptive fold,
Sowed different seeds in growing mind,
And I groped in the darkness being blind.

You thwarted my plan, and I took it amiss;
You blocked diversion, for, it was your wish;
Ignorant I was to know thing underneath
Which the right time will uncover and seethe.

This life is your, O' strike it hard,
Mold it, give shape as you regard.

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The vested work on me is thy pleasure,
Which I can do only at my leisure;
The path of subsistence is hefty and hard,
And its discard is undesirable my lord.

Though no ample time is there to do the job,
Whatever with ease-time doth reserve,
I use every bit the words to array,
Dress them for thee as a tribute to pay.

Accept it O' lord as my poor gift,
As other things thee never befit,
For, they all sprang from thy bounty,
And thy son's treasury is empty.

As whatever here belongs to thee,
Regifting would be a blasphemy.
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Merrily O' merrily
I sing my song
Which flows from my tongue
To adore Thee, O' Almighty.
My song is the pang
Of my restless heart,
Carries thy name
In each of its beat.
My voice is thine,
Gifted by three
To spread thy message so divine.

Profusely O' profusely
I offer my present to thee O' Omniscient.
My present is my words,
Poured out from my heart
To sing Thy praises
Trimmed with love.

What offer I can present thee
Other than my words of love,
As I a poor fellow be.
My language is inane and bald;
Enrich it O' God with thy blessings,
And make its pace
Ceaseless and un-intermitting.
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Until it is flushed with sanctity
Thou dwell in the inner shrine of heart,
And when it is stained with impiety
Thou desert it and from it depart.

Dive I in the deep submersible thought,
And take virtual bath in light divine
For the ablution of impious dust,
But still remains there the smudgy line.

Usurp it, O' Lord, and make it thy own,
For thou have title and it belongs to thee;
Annex it and refine this disturbed region,
Inundate it with deluge of purity.


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Flowers of variegated color
With aroma of myriad odor
Can be grown in this wild field,
If aptly by thee it be tilled.

Pluck out the unwanted weeds,
Implant the herbs of thy need
Which can heel life's both parts
By cleansing the sensual dirt.

To wreathe the garland for thy neck
Pluck each and all of flower sweet,
Twine them to adorn and bedeck,
Or pour them to garnish thy feet.

This garden is your O gardener great,
Mold it to reshape as thou wish or rate.
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Day passes with task exhausting,
And the darkness shows its look quiet;
The tired mind loses in pondering
Peeping into the taciturn night.

The unquenchable lust and hunger,
And fatigue toiled to comply them;
But night runs the remorseful shudder,
A sense of wastefulness does overwhelm.

Lone would be the path of after-journey,
and its traveler would be left forlorn;
Boast, pride and earthly glory
Would leave him single to bemoan.

Thy name would be the only shelter,
Would give company everywhere,
It would show path to the pathfinder
With deep love and parental care.
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Passions, wild and voluptuous,
Creep in and move untamed;
Desires, carnal and sensuous,
Surround the mind to keep detained.

The temple gets defiled and debased,
Ill-suited for thy accommodation;
Blow away the filth of distaste
By divine supreme ordination.

Break the walls, O' Divinity.
To liberate from cell this detainee;
Expel the trespassing enemy
Who blocks the path that leads to thee.
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The day wakes up with look bright,
Has clamor in its daylight,
Instills zest and avidity
For day-to-day activity,
Pushing all for the worldly fight.

The night is cool, calm and quiet,
Concealed message in its dim light,
Pierce the soul the hunger to ignite
For unsolved query & strange appetite.

Both are inevitable to humankind,
One sets vigor, the other the insight,
One expels the physical darkness,
Other expels the darkness of mind.
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This worthless being descended here
At thy super command, O' father;
The job I venture, as thou prefer,
Is not free from silly blunders.

Humble enough thou are, I know,
And do love thy son too much,
Worthless is my offering though,
Thou accept it with a soft touch.
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O' what a great architect thou are!
Thou studded heaven with luminous stars
To add beauty to the azure sky
With their winking & twinkling staying afar.

Oh what a great inventor thou are!
For inventing cosmos with great craft;
Comets, planets and luminous stars
Are the outcome thy divine venture.

O' what a great performer of art!
Hills, mountains, landscapes are thy sculptures
Which speak finesse and delicacy of fine art,
Adding ornaments to the glamour of nature.

Rivers, streams and great mountains.
Plateau, plains and seven oceans,
Soil, water and life-sustaining air,
All are gifts of thee, O' divine maker.
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Deep rooted is the love for thee,
That makes me restless for thee
To have a feel of holy divinity,
Although trivial is my own entity.

Temporal is the earthly desire
That doth intrude and encroach,
And set greed's unquenchable fire
With insatiable sensual touch.

True is the love, O lord, for thee,
Though imprisoned by many an enemy
Who with his strong sensual power
Interned it in unlawful custody.
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When I stand alone in night dark
To have at her starry face a keen watch,
Fear of insignificance doth spark,
When with vast universe I make a match.

Negligible is our entity here
In this unfathomable cosmic sphere;
From where have we come and where to go?
Only, O' father, thou do know.

Untrue is the company of kith and kin,
Untrue is the possession that we win,
Forlorn we will be on the path unknown,
The distance to be traveled is yet known.
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Thy love is buried too deeply
In the chambers of busy heart,
And ceaselessly it cherishes thee
By body's conscious and unconscious part.

In spite of two lids sluggish fluttering
Soul wishes to fly by mind's hidden wings
To have union or a glimpse
Of thy holy divine being.

Impure is the body earthly,
Unqualified and unable thee to see,
Come in dream, in nightly vision
To give a feel of divine union.
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Soul is imprisoned and fettered
Inside desire's strong four walls;
And with the increase of numbers
The walls grow and become tall.

Lust, opulence, indulgence and pride
Are the substances to form four sides,
Which hide soul's intuitive flight
Under the dumps of appetite.

What delight gets a bird of trimmed wing
If it be kept in a cage fascinating;
Oh, break the fetter, collapse the walls
Which with illusions do enthrall.
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The greatest healer the night is
Which in reticence hides its balm,
Palliate the languid energies
By its cure, sedative and calm.

The day's exhaustion eats energy,
Puts the body in lethargy,
Night sings its silent lullaby
To take the body to dormancy.

New vigor it instills in body,
And gives ease to tired mind;
Man wakes up for new activity,
And for a new journey of fresh kind.

When time parches entire energy
And leaves the body arid and dry,
Eternal sleep will be sent by thee
To take me on her lap motherly.
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Feel him in the starlight, or in the beams of moon,
Or in the rainbow, or in its any lovely hue,
Surely you would feel and deduce soon
That one is he, only one, and not two.

Adorn him in any of his holy abodes,
In temple, mosque, synagogue or church,
Or in shrine different title being endorsed,
Be he Jesus, Jehovah, Allah, Waheguru or God,
All are one, and one is this life force.
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Though you are one,
Your oneness is disowned,
And on you and on your heaven
Amputation is being done;
The fragments are apportioned
By your dear creatures, the men
To form the faith of their own,
And to prove the supremacy
Of each fragmentary part
Each sect comes forward
With its most abusive words
Against your other part,
And he never feel hesitation
While causing destruction
To your holy abode,
For he feels, my lord,
You would be adored.
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Precious is the human birth,
And it turns to a priceless stuff
By greed and insatiable craving,
But ends in repentance when nears ending.

Human life is a part of cosmic play,
Descended here we all to play our part aptly,
Discarding a life of selfishness and greedy way
For altruistic activity and for bounded duty.
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Will thou come to prove thy presence?
The cloud of mistrust wraps the conscience.
Ambiguity reigns the earth,
Pulls the bridle, shakes thy faith.
Reason hast asked thy being,
Strangled thy faith with skeptic string.
But it being known to me so far
That reason and faith stands not at par;
One rests in head and other in heart.
Though not present thou are in being,
Thou showers thy grace on all living beings.
I usher my faith in thee,
Thou were, thou are and thou will be.
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When you sing your most dreadful lullaby
To lull me to eternal sleep, O' death,
That day I will cease to be,
For you snatch from me my vital wealth.

My kith and kin will keep me watching
With sob & weep, and with rolling tears;
White shroud will make my covering,
Gloom and sorrow on every face be smear'd.

My body be laid on wooden bier,
Over it be sprinkled the floral shower,
‘Hari Naam' will echo the gloomy air,
Four shoulders be lent by four bearers.

Gate will open for hidden truth,
For which we strive both old and youth.
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For which we strive both old and youth
Is the unsolved mystery of after death,
Though none, scholars or sages can answer to sooth,
Will be clear to the deceased after his last breath.

To eternal journey either spirit be led,
Or in naught our consciousness be lost,
In a new cycle a new life be led,
Or everything would mingle with earthly dust.

If former is proved to be true
My spirit would be forced to take a move
By cosmic force that binds all galaxies too,
And my soul would be put in for Karmic prove.

I would ascend higher, or descend below
To get trapped in cycle of birth-death-row.
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To get trapped in cycle of birth-death-row
My soul would emerge again in Life's apt zone;
From amoeba, hydra, ant, bug or mosquito
My cycle would begin from any specie of Earth-zone.

My virtue if does overweigh my vicious deed,
Or if father gives ablutionary wash with divine spring,
I would incarnate below as a superior breed,
Or descend straight into life as human being.

Allah, Ram, or Christ to whom I worship then
Would be a choice of not mine, but of my birth-creed;
Different would be my attire & geographical mien,
My then faith may differ from what is imbued by present creed.

I may taunt then even at my own creed
Which is now dear to me indeed.
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Which is now dear to me indeed
Is my verse that speaks what I bear in me;
Holy as a shrine, and every inch of it is sacred,
My verse sings of truth and sings of eternity.

Wait for me O' death for some time more,
Half way I had travelled and half way to go,
With embellishment of words my verse needs to adore,
My songs are unsung, and need rhythmic flow.

My brain is teeming to make my verse rich,
Tough is my journey though my paces are slow,
Invisible is my goal, and is far away from reach,
Wait for me, for, yet I am not prepared to go.

One day I know, I will cease to be
When you sing for me your most dreadful lullaby.
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When you sing for me your most dreadful lullaby
My voyage will start to some unseen destination,
The distance of which is not yet scaled by any,
And joy or hardship is beyond imagination.

Fifty winters and fifty summers
Witnessed the child's play and youth's motion;
Wait, O' black angel, for twenty more,
For half way tasks still need completion.

How can I look at my father's eye
With split works and defiled face,
Dereliction enrobes with infamy
And often invites father's disgrace.

Go away, go away, O' eternal sleep,
For incomplete is my earthly trip.
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Fathomless would be the black mysterious sea,
And its journey would be with ups and downs;
Rough would be the weather, and non-cautionary,
And would invite the wind to sing with frown.

Approach of storm would be sudden and hard,
Accompanied by waves' dance and fury;
Their beats and splash against the dashboard
Would make me too timid and scary.

Whether my boat would sink in or cross the sea
To see the father and other angels' treat,
Or in the midway the Satan's dreaded piracy
Would capsize, and seize me in devilish gambit?

Nay, the father would come to rescue me
To save me from his vilest enemy.