π Where're stars when sun comes?
In fleeting forms the senses dance,
With siren songs and sweet romance.
We chase the charms that fade and flee,
Yet yearn for love eternally.
But Bhakti blooms beyond the veil,
Where worldly wonders wax and pale.
A heart that holds the holy flame
Finds joy in just one sacred name.
No finite form can truly bind
The boundless bliss that stirs the mind.
For stars may shine, then slip awayβ
The sun of God outlasts the day.
When soul surrenders, senses cease,
And passion turns to perfect peace.
No more the mind's mad masquerade,
But love that never dims or fades.
A God-intoxicated soul,
No longer seeks the lesser goal.
He drinks the dawn, divine, completeβ
Where Bhakti makes the heart its seat.
So let that undying remain,
A love that laughs at loss and pain.
Not for the fleeting, false, or freeβ
But for the One, eternally.
Bhakti burns with brighter light,
A flame that turns the dark to white.
No fleeting star, no worldly gleam
Can match the Sun, the soul's true dream.
When God becomes the heart's desire,
All lesser loves begin to tire.
The stars retreat, their shine undoneβ
No need for stars under the Sun.
Thank you
Written by Barner Keisham on 06-11-2025
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