I've been holding it all in
I've been a sinner
I've been a bad bad girl it seems
I was just another pretenderNow that I've come back to my senses
All I want is to roll beneath Your feet
On a very dusty street
All I want is to call out Your name
With love and sincerityAlas! Am I eligible to do so?
I have a blackened heart
That doesn't understand love
That survives on the garbage scrap
It's just a barren land
I don't have love
There's only guilt
That surfaces on my heart
Eating me alive
How can I call you out of love?My tone is just another flat scale
That would sound, in fact, so strange
To Your ears
There's no melody
There's no pleasure
There's no love
Then tell me,
How can I call you out of love?Pic credit: @madhavi_tuli on insta
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Lālasāmayī
Poetry"Lālasāmayī - desiring some perfectional stage. This desiring some perfectional stage in spiritual life is not sense gratification. When one realizes something of his/her constitutional relationship with God, he/she understands his/her original posi...