Peep Within

                             Burning kapur & aarti around,

Fragrance of Bhajan-kirtan’s sound.

People with tilak –Mala plead,

Hoping to have a tree; having no seed.

Donation box at the entrance,

Between ‘Bhakt and Bhagvan’, the only fence.

Sweet Prasad is the return gift,

Oh! Don’t rush, said my spirits lift.

Demography found: old age.

A life spent, stuck in mundane cage.

Bath, you touch harijans.

Here, Clay murti is valued not humans.

Want intimate talk with bhagwan?

Getting VIP pass; is the plan.

‘Savdhan’ here comes the ‘babaji’

Ultimate godfathers as all see.

Endless wait for chamatkar,

And barter system with world’s sarkar.

But oh God!

I didn’t see you in the statue.

Or in that temple so new.

Absent you are in Prasad.

Or in loud kirtan’s saad.

Mala beads have network problem,

Any advance booking to your realm?

Tired,

Better home let me return,

 And Try to light my inner lantern.

Hopefully,

Selecting the best option ever been,

Let me once peep within…

Let me once peep within…

                                                                           ----Janvi Sonaiya 

From Janvi's Honey bag ...

I searched for God and found only myself,

I searched for myself and found only God.