At Dawn
Your sweet fragrance
lights up my face
An eagerness
To bow down unto You
Is Your grace

I do my bit
Then silently sit
Gazing at Your mighty form
Like always
There is no response

Restlessness kicks in
One task after another
Skimming through them
Pausing the angst building inside
I try to nudge the why’s and when’s

Among physical and spiritual
The mind flips
Makes way for its own nuances
Like a stubborn child
It retaliates

Settling into the comfort of a well paved path
The risk of exploring a new one
it avoids

It knows that mother
is around
Watching no matter how far it goes

When I rebel
Succumbing to my own messy woes

O Dear Lord
Could You please hurl me 
Back into Your folds?

A prayer
A wish
I surrender 
At Your Divine door!!

All glories to the ever graceful Swamiji and magnanimous Shri Hariji!