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DIVINE LOVE by Vidya Chetan


I was thinking about this month of February as a special month for many who celebrate love, and of the freshness and brilliance this time of year brings to one's life. ❤️

But when I think of love, my thoughts always go towards the Divine: my Lord Krishna. I believe there is nothing more precious in this world than the divine love he bestows upon me. My mind and heart are filled with love for Him  more than anyone. I penned down this poem just to express my feelings towards him, for I believe that God’s love is incomparable, unrivaled, unique, exceptional and precious than anything in this world.


Divine Love 
Vidya Chetan

O, my Lord Krishna! 

I bow down to your lotus feet,
which give me an immense sensation of tranquility,
calming my soul deep within.
Whatever outer turmoil or chaos I face
evaporates before your smiling face 
instantly releasing me from agony. 
You lift me when I am depressed
and grant me courage to face the world.

I overlook difficult surroundings

in your presence.
You heal my heart at once
when it is shattered and crushed.
You teach me valuable lessons
when Maya, or illusion, engulfs me. 
Or when life overwhelms.  

At times you even send me warnings through divine means

that my ignorant mind sometimes fails to comprehend!
Whenever I pass by a church, mosque or temple
I see you there and bow to you within my heart.
Words will never suffice in describing the ecstasy I feel 
whenever I am absorbed in your world:
unfolding all around me every day!

In the lush greenery of nature, in the trees, in all living beings

I see you, my Lord! 

I wish that not a single day pass

in which I will neglect your the chanting your divine name and mantra, 
for they energize my heart and soul. 
Oh, Lord! Chanting your Holy Names
gives me the power to face this world.
How can worldly pleasures can substitute this?
Abandoning my desires for material gain
I wish only to possess your love and compassion. 

Sweet Krishna, you are the quintessence of love! 

Visible only before the eyes of believers.
Your presence is felt when we chant your auspicious name.
What would I be without it? 
Without your love and compassion upon me
I am incomplete. 
For I feel you in my very life breath:
your divine love the altar unto which I bow. 



Vidya Chetan: A blogger on social and environmental issues surrounding current events, Vidya is deeply inspired and motivated by Nature’s green beauty, which she finds both calming and energizing to her soul. As such, spirituality and Nature are closely linked for Vidya: a theme she often writes about with much passion. As a full time working professional in a corporate atmosphere, Vidya finds that the meditative practice of writing poems helps calm her mind, relieve tension and keep her sane. Her debut poetry book, Song of Soul was published in 2012. An ardent fan of Wordsworth and Gibran, Vidya finds solace in their works, which relieve her of her tensions and worries.



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