I got my pearl..

My Guruji
whom my words fall short for,
but my heart widens when i see you;

The five senses are in servitude
their obedience is incredible
like a prancing horse is under a deft control;

the eyes are the route to the awful world of captivity
pull me within it into the depth of mystery
of new world, sans futility and deprivity;

When you enter, join your hands in Namaskar
joins my mind with my soul from poles apart,
and the flooding rejoice get carried along, even in the moments of spar;

Strike of your thought crankles my heart
in rhythmic blows that atune my inner space
and manifest itself in my being with grace;

Serenity and joy sprankle in your presence
like an incessant Niagra is innundating the world,
that leaves me in that flow, drenched and quenched.