#389 My eternal guru

                                       

My eternal GURU

The poem is about my journey of getting connected to the eternal GURU, my inner conscience, the gut instinct which is blessed by universal wisdom, during my search for GURU elsewhere.



Blessed I feel when I think about the teachers whom I met
In every walk of my life; Be him a vendor or a waiter
As each of them taught me at least a thing or two
To carry them forward in the journey for search of truth.
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My belief in them strengthened when I witnessed them not giving up
When giving up was the only and best option available
They refused to surrender and strived to keep their spirit alive
I was always wonderstruck by their attitude so strong.

So I tried searching for that GURU in everyone I came across
As I was now exposed to the test of the real world
A world which was challenging and asking to be at your best always
To win this battle, I needed my army of soldiers.

How to forget about the moments of low during this battle?
All my external GURUs seemed to have vanquished somewhere
Then my quest for eternal GURU grew manifold
It was an intense desire which could not be put into hold.

Then followed a moment of introspection which put me into a contemplative mode
Little did I know that the Universe, which I thought to be a field for battle,
Was a motivator for awakening the GURU residing within my core
That was a moment of realization of my life’s purpose.

In the end when my quest got over, it brought me a realization that
My inner conscience as my eternal GURU has always been closer than I had ever thought of.


P.S: This poem has bagged first prize in creative writing competition organized by "Vivekanand Samiti" on the occasion of Teacher's Day at IIT Kanpur. 

Sweta Sarangi
4-9-19

#97 A winning moment

A winning moment

My poem in spot poetry competition of Anweshan 2015

Duration- 1 hr

The picture was shown in a slide....

Passion to win- a desire,

With energy so high what I aspire

Roads are not straight but curvy,

How can life be so easy??

When I try to reflect back,

Memories are enclosed in a sack

The hardships and endless worries,

Have paid off in the end with glories.

I smile over those incidences,

Which made me cry harder then

Endless drops of tears of happiness,

Roll down from my eyes to face.

I toiled very hard before,

Without caring for world anymore

Practicing in the field-day and night,

Made myself confident and bright.

The day when match began,

We crossed our fingers and hands

Prayed god to support us throughout,

Lest we should not get all out.

For us, it was a final match,

We won toss and chose to bat

Crowds cheered our names aloud,

That made us feel very proud.

Our ultimate aim- to win,

For our motherland and kin

To let our national flag fly high,

Among all other nations, in the sky.

Target was set to 320 runs,

Because of our Batsmen in right form

It was quite satisfactory,

Hoped that they wouldn’t chase easily.

Now, it was a turn of our bowlers,

To swing and accordingly bowl

Initially they didn’t perform well,

We all got very tensed and failed.

With arrival of an experienced bowler,

Bowled three batsmen in a row

That developed confidence in us,

To win our match in another blow.

Finally we succeeded in winning,

Faces of our fans were shining

It was a winning moment,

We celebrated this success in the end.

Sweta Sarangi

3.3.2015