A crazy cuckoo in love, singing glories of my Mother Divine; a teardrop at the pink lotus feet of my Master, a nobody, just a happy bundle of life, full of my Mother's joy who only wishes to spread loving kindness, smiles, hope and compassion around, truthfully treading the path that my Master lights in his playground. I am not a Bhakta, I am not a Gyani, I am not a worker for the Lord. These are only what I aspire to be blessed as. What am I then? A tool in the hands of my Master, a flute blown by the Divine Enchanter, a leaf driven by the breath of the Goddess - that's all the labels I would wish to identify with to introduce myself for the rest will fall off anyways.

Ek Nazar Dekha tujhe, Jaan liya maine mujhe, Teri Ek jhalak mein, Jaan liya maine mujhe! In one glance at you, I found myself, In one glimpse of you, I realized myself. All Glories to Swamiji alone🌼🌼🌼

A Judge by profession. A Poet by heart. A Seeker by soul!!!

Subbu is who I am, Gurusharan is who I want to be. Right now it seems like a long arduous path, but who knows!!! If Grace allows, I might get there in the blink of an eye.

os.me Samurai for Anecdote and Poem 'I dream too much and I don't write enough and I'm trying to find god everywhere.' - Anis Mojgani