On the Hour of Ramanavamee

Banging I go, 
Banging I low my sunless self, 
Banging I wrap on the bars of my cage,
Banging, my shackles are banging .
Darkness binds and bends my sight ,
O’ Dear light ! When I last perceived you ?
When all the rays bade, “Adieu” ? 
No, know I do not.

Mr Manas Singh Ray

Sins and shames of whims of my yores   
Whine and wheeze about me,
Cold sweat wets my body,
I bang my chained hands on 
The iron doors of my dungeon.
Rohm—Rohm— Rohm—
It sounds,
Ohm — Ohm—Ohm—
It resounds.
Again, again and again .

I murmur ,–“Rohm–rohm–rohm”, 
I maunder ” Ohm — Ohm—Ohm” 
It sounds like “Aum —Aum— Aum”.

I sob and sob ,
My heart stops throbbing,as if,
My voice begins whining —
“Rohm–rohm–ohm –ohm—-aum–aum”.
And then , oh ! ” Ramah –Ramah–
Ramah”,
I cry out.

A light flashes in the dark dungeon,
Blue and mellow,
Blue and yellow.
A melodious humming I hear—

Dhyaayed aajaanubaahum dhrutasharadanusham Baddhapadmaasanastham 
Peetam vaaso vasaanam Navakamaladalaspardhinetram prasannam  ।
Vaamaankaaroodhasitaamukhakamalamilallochanam 
Neeradaabham naanaalankaaradeeptam dadhatamurujataamandalam Ramachandram ॥

My shackled feet shamble and shackles are untwined ,
My hands are no more manacled,
I see the light unfurled,
The soothing sun swashes my throbbing body,
My heart erupts the honey of my soul.
” Lo  !”  I say , ” here comes my Love ! “

” Lo  !”  I say , ” here comes my Love ! “

– Mr Manas Singh Ray, Howrah, Bengal

“The anubhuti published here is personal experience of seeker in accordance with the saying ‘Where there is bhav (devotion), there is God.’ Not everyone can get such anubhutis.” – Editor