Rhapsody In The Feet Of Master

Rhapsody In The Feet Of Master short poem

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Rhapsody in the Feet of Master
He called me to come in his room
The moment I entered into his room
I felt as if I am entering
In sanctum Sanctorum
He sat down on his chair
And closed his shimmering eyes
His face was having a shine of another world
What a rhapsody I felt in his feet
With his calm breaths
My breathing also became calm
Bliss was just overflowing from him
And that bliss surfaced everything
Words are inadequate to say something
About that experience
I was wondering whether
I am in a trance or it is a reverie
I tasted rhapsody of peace first time in his feet
He was in a trance
I just put my head in his legs
And went into a semi-trance state
God knows how many hours passed
Neither had he opened his eyes
Nor I removed my head

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Lokendra Singh hails from holy city Ajmer. He is, an aspiring writer and a poet, a postgraduate in English Literature and a central Government employee, a spiritual seeker and an ardent reader, currently based in Lucknow. He had been in Bangalore from 2009 to 2014. He loves reading novels of Amitav Ghosh, Jhumpa Lahiri, Mahesh Dattani, Girish Karnad, and Manju Kapur and his favorite poets are Sri Aurobindo, Rabindra Nath Tagore, Swami Vivekananda, John Keats, William Wordsworth, A.K. Ramanujan, Arundhati Subramaniam, Tishani Doshi and Chandrama Deshmukh. He was inspired by poetess Arundhati Subramaniam to write a poetry. His poems and write-ups also published in several print and online publications, including websites like WWW.POEMHUNTER.COM, WWW.POETRYSOUP.COM, WWW.FORWARDPOETRY.CO.UK and magazines like Inspiration Unlimited" and "Nachiketanjali". One is the number one inspirational magazine and another is one among the top twenty spiritual magazine of India, according to speaking tree. Besides that he is having a personal blog- www.svlokendrasingh.blogspot.com and also writes blogs in speaking tree. He has done his schooling from an Arya Samaj school- Dayananda Bal Niketan Sr. Sec. School, Ajmer. His father's name is Ranveer Singh, who is a government employee in Agricultural department and his mother Prem Kanwar is a homemaker. His mother has a wonderful talent of composing devotional songs. His brother is Yogendra Singh, who is an aspiring entrepreneur, a writer, a mind trainer, a yoga practitioner and a memory guru. He also has a best selling book entitled 'Awaken The Great Potential Of Memory And Will Power' to his credit. He is a prolific writer. Her Sister Kusum Rathore presently lives in Oman. He loves his family a lot. He gets support from his family aw well for writing. He wed locked with Poonam Shekhawat on 08, May,2014. She is also a postgraduate in English Literature. She is also a blog-writer. Her Blog is- www.poonamshekhawat.blogspot.com and www.poonamdakshina.blogspot.com. She also inspires his husband to write a poetry. She also helps him in editing and rewording his poems and write-ups.
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