THE STILL CRY - BY P.N.JANAKIRAMAN, B.A., BOMABY

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THE STILL CRY

 

BY P.N.JANAKIRAMAN, B.A., BOMABY

 

(Note:- Not poetry, not prose, but Filled with Emotions

No rhyme, no rhythm but Filled with Truth, Love and Light)

 

My only cry is the cry for liberation,

>From the bondage of the body,-

And the prison of (world) delusion;

My only cry is for freedom from cage body

The cry that increasing daily within,

The cry that appeals to the Lord within,

The cry that looks for help within.

My only cry is directed towards one end,

My only cry is for that only end;

God, the omniscient, the omnipresent,

And the omnipotent, everything knows.

The only cry raised within the walls of mind,

The only cry is also heard within the wall of mind,

The only cry is curious in its non-manifestation outside the mind,

The cry is s still cry within the walls of mind.

My only cry is due to that want of silence,

My only cry os due to that longing for that silence,

My only cry is aimed at getting that silence.

The cry, I fear, will be a cry in the wildness,

The cry, I tremble, will be a cry in the wildness:

No, No, It can’t be, since, I know that My Beloved,

Will’ it leave me in wildness, for He is My Beloved.

My only cry is not for earning riches or fame,

My only cry is not for earning name or game (of life),

My only cry is not the cry of the senses,

My only cry goes beyond the scope of the senses.

Of course, true it is, the terrible anti-currents os senses,

In a way, paralyse, my cry, the still cry,

O, what can they do, before the Master of senses

Seated in my heart, watching my still cry.

The cry, is in the form of revolting waves,

In the ocean of Mind, the source of all waves,

When the waves of senses rises, to dash the waves of cry,

The waves of cry (for the Lord) rise in revolt, raising its still cry.

The most resplendent and Effulgent Light !

Shining in all the glory Bright !

Reveals His most Beautiful Ray of Light !

Which, penetrating thro’ my frame, makes me all Light !

Understanding that the Ray Divine !

Has entered, giving me Love Divine,

There comes a voice, assuring a Life Divine,

There comes a voice, assuring a Life Divine,

In the stillness of my heart, an answer to the Cry Divine,

Lo, The still cry is stilled !

But, it is not really stilled !

For, the Still Cry (of sorrow) is transformed into a Still Cry (of Joy)

Due to Ecstasy in explicable, enjoyed in the realms if Silence.

 

 

(Adopted from Sai Sudha Feb 1944, This magazine can be read at the magazines

section of www.saileelas.org)