By Jullie Chaudhuri

The events of March and April 2011...
...did the joy of kismet turbulently dampen...
...the vital force...the spirit felt beaten...
...giving rise to an alarming cry from deep within...
...a cry of revolt...
...spiralling occurrences that shattered the mould...
...having the effect of a scorching thunderbolt...
...that gave a severe jolt...
...to each and every devoted soul...

The Lord chose to admit Himself into the SSSIHMS,
Naturally, as a consequence...
...everything came to a standstill...
...a deadlock...an impasse...
...and the whole of creation...
...appealed to Him for Him...
...all did Him intensely cajole...
...to restore the shattered heart into a whole...

The Beloved One had His reason...
...yet...
His momentous decision...
...this vital resolve...
...each cell in the being...
...hitherto finely spun...
...did critically stun...
Destiny was rendered speechless...
...fate faced a path bracken, barren and alien...
...going on to assume a look ever so ashen...

 
For humanity these episodes...
...were akin to...
...the carpet being pulled from under its feet...
...every heartbeat did piteously plead,
...for clemency...compassion...
For divine mercy...
...it did earnestly entreat...
The Lord’s intent none could and can gauge...
Prayers instilled courage...
Sentiments were all a flutter...
...causing quite a stir...
So many questions petitioned the reassurance...
...perchance the comfort of a solitary statement...
...hope did glimmer...
...seeking the grace of a single soothing answer...
...each word from the Divine Lips...
...up until this moment...
...serves as an enduring anchor...

 
As long as the soul identifies with the body...the body craves for each breath. When the Avatar chooses to walk on earth...He becomes the raison d’etre...the reason for being...as well as breathing. Every bit in creation rejoices and covets His attention. The eyes look around only for Him...the ears just wait to hear His sweet voice...the hands simply desire to touch His Lotus Feet...each and every cell of the being longs for His closeness and Darshans.

It is the right of every devout heart...to yearn for the Master Supreme. It is the right of every adoring soul...a celestial entitlement...to lay his/her feelings bare...even though everything is known to the Omniscient One...all a part of His Divine Play...the script is His...the Will is His...the choice too is His – when and where...to advent...to descend...and assist all beings to ascend..

Here and now the spirit expresses itself...its right to pine for the Beloved One...the lines that waltz upon these pages are but pristine, soulful musings of a pining heart...
The warning signs were there, yet, they were overlooked by most of us... Then suddenly, there was nothing left...nothing to look forward to...the sunshine disappeared soon after noon...and the moon too, it did seem, withdrew each of its sparkling beam...So much...much too much...was snatched away from us...thus, life remains pierced by the thorniest cactus...

Oh! Precious One...in spite of being aware of Thy Presence in every atom...we implore Thee...Come...come and hear our collective chorus...even as we flail, suffocate and choke...while endeavouring to wade, swim and sail in the sea of material existence...Come, Oh! Emperor Supreme...we await Thee and Thy Kingdom...we beseech the Royal Grace of Thy Shimmering Light...so boundless and timeless...only You can script a golden age upon the Cosmic Canvas...surely You know, Oh! All Knowing One...Your Presence is our sole solace...