Jai's Spreading Happiness And Peace

The Gold's Secret                      - Jairam Kshirasagar I sent my Destiny to roam the distant shores, To bring me back the crown that I was longing for. I pulled my Bad Luck close and whispered in its ear, "Go trade yourself for fortune, and bring a better year." I looked upon my wrist and told the ticking hand, "Find me a golden hour in this gray and shifting sand." I asked the stars and sages for a map to reach the light, To bypass all the shadows and the tremors of the night. But they returned together, with a silence deep and old, And spoke to me the secret of the purest, finest gold: "The ornament of beauty isn't birthed from easy breath, It is forged in roaring furnaces, defying cold and death. You ask for light," they told me, "but the light is born of flame, You ask for luck, but victory is just a different name— For the one who stood the beating, who stayed within the heat, Who turned their bitter failures into rhythm f...

You sing to me of your home by the river, Of the high mansion where our memories dwell. Sona, my love, I hear your heart shiver, In every story that the winds come to tell. You call me your "Saanwara," your dark-hued king, While the bells of the temple for our union ring. I am coming to the banks where the river flows, To the village where your love like a wildflower grows. Wait for me, my Sona, beneath the Holi moon, Distance is a season that will end very soon. You dream of the sandalwood to press on my brow, Of the morning prayers and the sacred vow. And though miles stretch between us this festive day, In the shrine of my heart, it’s for you that I pray. I long for the swing made of blossoms so sweet, To rest in your shadow and end my heat The butter and honey, the touch of your hand, No sweetness is greater in all of this land. This Holi, the colors may be scattered and far, But I am following your light, like a star. Service or silence, whatever you give, In the warmth ...

 The Map in Your Eyes I and the sun rise early just to catch your glow And everywhere you wander, I want you to know I used to be a drifter, just a ghost in the rain Until you called my name and you numbed every pain Now when we’re standing in a crowded room Your eyes are the flowers, and I am the bloom. You don’t look away when I’m feeling small You’re the steady hand that breaks every fall The rhythm of your heart is my favorite song It’s the only place where I truly belong. Whenever your eyes find their way back to mine I see a universe perfectly aligned You’re not walking away to some distant street Every path that I take is where we both meet No more hiding shadows, no more feeling blue Every "gali" (lane) in my heart leads straight back to you. They say people change like the leaves on the tree But you’re the constant summer inside of me I don’t have to wonder where your spirit goes It’s written on your face, and heaven only knows That the more that I look, the more tha...

Some say that love is born of fire, A frantic flame that feeds on breath, To satisfy a wild desire And lead a soul to golden death. I’ve tasted such a burning brand, It seared within my heart and mind; A drought upon a summer land That left a bitter dust behind. But I have known a different cold— Not like the hate that freezes deep, But like the hemlock, dark and old, Where winter crows their vigils keep. For when the fire begins to wane And leaves me heavy with my rue, A dust of snow, like falling rain, Descends to make the spirit new. A sudden brush against the sleeve, A quiet word, a cooling touch; Small graces help the heart believe That passion does not owe us much. For love is neither ice nor flame, But how the white drifts drench the red; It gives the day a gentler name And saves the path that we must tread. -Jairam Kshirasagar

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Your Love Made World Beautiful My treasures sunshine, since our love began, The world around me changed its plan. It blossomed into something new, More beautiful, because of you. A new light shines, the air feels fresh and bright, As you meet me here in the soft twilight. The valley whispers, the earth seems to sing, A brand new season shines, joy it does bring. This world is lovely, fresh and new, with you All simply because I'm with you. Misty views, a silent, peaceful stream, Just a small boat, living out a dream. We glide on waves, so calm and slow, Our time together, a beautiful glow. Our company is sweet and deep, This lovely world, our secrets keep. Through field paths, hand in hand we roam, The setting sun, guiding us home. Its golden light, a gentle, warm embrace, But I see only you, your lovely face. My heart feels different, soft and new, This world is beautiful, because of you. Others don't know the dreams I hold, The silent stories, brave and bold. Your eyes speak ...