LORD KRISHNA!!!

                                           

The mellifluous mesmeric music

flowing forth from your

magic bamboo flute

transcends time and

thrills our palsied hearts

through the passing aeons.

Your sweet little childish pranks

on the perennial Yamuna banks

have become delightful legends

drenched with dews of

divine nectar.

Anklets tinkle, bracelets twinkle,

 your tender feet sprinkle

dust

which dispels  births  and also deaths,

as you start

dancing.

The playful smile on your

charming cherubic face

cleanses us of all our

karmic sins.

You are at once the simple

cow-herd boy and the

celestial holy incarnation.

Your Gita is at once the

gateway to worldly knowledge

and the grand,

graceful culmination of

great spiritual wisdom.

Our hearts, like balls of butter

melt by the warmth of

ineffable love  and intense devotion.

Krishna! steal our hearts and grant

salvation to our

suffering souls !  

Life is a fairy tale

Flights of imagination carry young children to their exclusive world of fun,frolic and fantasy.

It is the fairy tales which lend colourful wings to their imagination.There,in the fairy-land,children come across mischievous elves,treasure-guarding gnomes,diminutive dwarfs and awe-inspiring ogres.With bated breath they witness daring princes and dainty princesses atop flying horses and weird witches casting evil spells on hapless victims.

Whenever I see acollection of fairy tales my memory races back to the good old days.When I was a small kid my father got me a big volume of fairy tales from calcutta(kolkatta).I still remember vividly all the minute details of the book.It had a fine glossy green cover with pictures of winged fairies hovering over tall flowers and lazy elves leaning upon huge mushrooms Clear bold letters and catchy line drawing illustrations made the stories more attractive.

The first story was "Jack and the bean stalk".Every time I went through it,I was afraid that the giant might catch hold of Jack before he could climb down the bean stalk. I felt greatly relieved when Jack chopped it down with agility while the giant was on his way down from very great height. I could still hear the 'THUD" of the giant's downfall.I felt like warning the innocent Snow white against the guile of her step-mother queen and the naughty Goldilocks against sleeping on the cosy cot of the "little bear". The emperor's new clothes greatly amused me and the "three little pigs' taught me a moral.

As I reached the high school level,I had an interesting encounter with a fairy when my eyes fell upon "La Belle Dame Sans Merci",the lovely lyric by John Keats.In it Keats talks about a "faery's child" who enslaves a"  knight at arms". She takes him to her "elfin grot" (cave of an elf) and lulls him to sleep. Finally she vanishes leaving him "alone and palely loitering". All this wonderful descriptions took me to an altogether new world.

There are many who might think that these fairy tales are merely":sweet nonsense", not deserving any attention or interest. Cold logic stuffed deep into them has displaced all the subtle sensibilities and sublime feelings.It requires the innocent fancy of a child or the ecstatic insight of a poet to discover the true worth of these treasures of joy.Hans Christian Andersen,the giver of great many fairy tales,rightly observes,"Every man's life is a fairy tale,written by God's fingers".    

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