My Sweet Lord

June 2025, Chennai, India

I finally feel Him, my dear beloved

The One I searched for, in every mistake

Way down beyond the dark and deep

Past treacherous waters, where strangers creep

Hides a vast point, empty and still

A place beyond grasp, the home of His will

His call resounds, ancient and clear

It befalls on the soul, not in the ear

All disappears, no right, no wrong

Only He is left, a glorious song

The joke of all jokes

The puzzle without pieces

The lies that I spoke

Could not scar me with creases

What once seemed so real, is starting to clear

An illusion of Hell, born of pain I once feared

Lord, how can I keep seeing your face?

Please, what can I do, to win your sweet grace?

He smiles and sighs 

An echo fills the heart

“Nothing, my child

It was yours from the start”