VESSEL OF SKIN
Do they see me as me?
Do they hear me as me?
Do I feel as me?
Or am I just a speck in the universe,
Unknown and wandering thoughts in this vessel of skin.
- Lavanya. P
LOVE,DEVOTION AND ENDURANCE: LIVES WHICH DERIVED THEIR LIFEBLOOD FROM KABIR
“To Thee thou hast drawn my Love, O Fakir! I was sleeping in my own chamber, and Thou didst awaken me; Kabir says, “Thou hast united Thy heart to my heart, O Fakir!”” (Tagore page 14 lines 1-3) Indians have known Kabir since infancy yet not every Indian cognizes the glorious splendour of this virtuoso. Over the centuries Kabir has been lauded as an exceptional poet-weaver adept in every enterprise, a Hindu-Islam saint -equally revered by the duo and an iconoclast revolutionary who was courageous enough to question the follies of his own creed. But a close scrutiny of his quintessence reveals him to be a seeker of Love. It was love which formed the kernel of Kabir's poetry. None could better portray Kabir than the ‘Kabiguru’ Rabindranath Tagore ,who in the introduction to his The Songs of Kabir, expounds Kabir's verses as the “Spontaneous expressions of his vision and his love” (Tagore 3) which makes “ immortal appeal to the heart.”(Tagore 3)Thi
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