Repose

Never have I seen Thy face,
Nor have I heard Thy soothing voice;
Yet in my dreams I rest my head
Upon Thy shoulder, calm and poised.

As Thy velvet fingers touch my face,
A quiet smile upon me slips;
I fail to name this tender feeling—
It trembles softly on my lips.

Each morning wakes me to the light,
To gaze upon the boundless sky;
I rise from sleep to greet the peaks
Of Western Ghats that tower high.

A lonely breeze Thou sendest me,
To hold me in its thousand arms;
And coffee blossoms, pure and white,
Surround my soul with fragrant charms.

The paddy fields in emerald robes
Stretch far beyond the horizon’s line;
A gentle stream flows winding down
Like silver threads in nature’s design.

My Lord, I feel Thee everywhere,
Yet still Thy face I cannot see;
From life’s deep core, from truth’s pure flow,
Lift me to touch eternity.

Repose

Never have I seen Thy face,
Nor have I heard Thy soothing voice;
Yet in my fancies I rest my weary head
Upon Thy shoulder, calm and at ease.

As Thy velvet fingers touch my face,
A gentle smile flickers on my lips;
I find it hard to define or discern
The reason why my heart feels so.

Each morning wakes me to the light,
To gaze at the infinite sky ahead;
I rise from sleep into the limelight
To behold the peaks of the Western Ghats.

There Thou sendest a lonely breeze
To embrace me with its thousand hands;
And coffee blossoms, pure and white,
Welcome me with their glorious fragrance.

The green cloak of the paddy fields
Stretches far into the horizon;
A narrow stream flows softly down,
Like a sleek silver ribbon of a river.

My Lord, Thou art everywhere,
Yet Thy face is hidden from me;
From the core of reality and the flow of life,
Let me soar high to touch Thy feet of eternity.

Mini Mohanan at Mute - 3 weeks ago

Never have I seen thy face
 Nor I heard your soothing voice
 In my fancies I rest my weary head
 On your shoulder with ease indeed

 As thy velvet fingers touch my face
 A deep smile flickers on my lips
 I find it hard to define or discern 
And I don't know the reason why 

Every morning wakes me up
 To pomp the infinite sky ahead
 I open my eyes from sleep to lime light
 To pomp the peaks of western ghats

 Where thou sent a lonely breeze
 To hug me with its thousand hands 
And the coffee blossoms white
 To welcome me with its glorious fragrance 

The green cloak of the paddy field 
Stretches its edge to horizon.
A narrow hub stream flows down
With a sleek ally river stripe

My Lord, you are there every where
But your face is hidden from me
From the core of reality and the flow of life
Let me soar high with glory to touch your feet of eternity.