My enslaved senses

22 Dec 2019, 10:38 PM

– Japam

My dear tongue and lips,

Let me command you;

Don’t let words slip,

To me your respect is due.

– Tratakam

My pretty roving eyes!

So very nice!

Let me make it clear,

I am your master dear.

– Sravanam

My ears on either side

Hear good afar and near.

To me you must abide,

Surrender and have no fear.

– Pranayamam

My lovely nose,

Respiring with no repose.

Don’t complain – 

Obey me – simple and plain.

– Sadhana

My keen sense of touch,

Don’t seek comfort much.

You are under my command.

Comply and don’t demand.

– Aathma Vicharam

My sixth sense is the guide,

Yoking the other five side-by-side;

Riding by my royal rules,

Drawn by my five loyal mules.

Enquire, “Who am I?”