The Whispers Of My Heart

 "Srimad Bhagavad Gita" holds a very special place in my heart.  Infact it is the only book that I always keep beside my pillow.  Whenever in a distress, dilemma, I invariably turn to Lord Krishna's gospel.  Like bright sunshine, the श्लोक (stanzas) of "Srimad Bhagavad Gita" dissipate the gloomy clouds that envelope me.  In the following stanza, Lord gives the secret knowledge of soul to His disciple and friend, Arjuna :  नैनं छिन्दन्ति शस्त्राणि नैनं दहति पावकः।  न चैनं क्लेदयन्त्यापो न शोषयति मारुतः।।   Weapons, fire, water and air are incapable of cleaving, burning, wetting and drying the soul or self.  The self is eternal.  It is stable, immovable and primeval.  In other words, it is unchanging, unshakable and ancient.  "Srimad Bhagavad Gita" has inspired many of my compositions, like the following one :  नादान हो तुम जो कहते हो कि मैं मर जाऊंगा  बहता दरिया हूँ साहब, समंदर में उतर जाऊंगा  You are naively thinking that I will die.  I am an uproaring

 A deeply spiritual person, once my father counselled me, "Son, any material thing or being that provides some solace, is also the fountainhead of manifold miseries. Beware of this dangerous trap, my son." I ruminated over my father's wise counsel, astonishingly found it absolutely faultless.  Though airconditoners provide transitory relief from sweltering heat, they also cause many diseases like arthritis, respiratory problems, allergies, wrinkles.  Inflated ego and indolence invariably accompany wealth, causing one's downfall, poor health.  Pampering their children pleases parents.  Often these very children either flee to foreign countries to earn dollars, leaving their aged parents behind to fend for themselves or dump them in old age homes. This is especially true in the contemporary times.  I believe, have written :  हरि के नाम को भूलकर, तू जो करे है भोग विलास  खारे पानी से बुझी कब मूर्ख, आब-ए-हयात की प्यास  आब-ए-हयात : nectar.  O foolish one, you are futilely t