Tonight, actually throughout the day today, I have been feeling deeply spiritual. I have never considered myself deeply religious but I am deeply spiritual. When something resonates with me, it takes a stronghold over my over- imaginative mind and burrows in there for quite some time. This is the phase when I am somewhat lost…. I am there, but not quite.
Devotional music sways me… not always, not everyday. However, there are days when you suddenly listen to the lyrics of a particular song, devotional or otherwise, and it makes absolute sense to you. One feels as if those particular lyrics are the exact words that he/ she has been wanting to say for a long time… its no longer just a song anymore…. the words then speak directly to us… and entwine around us like a sheer silken invisible veil that might be felt when its rippling against us gently but cannot be seen or touched.
Such is the power of music and of lyrics in a song. Music can make us ecstatic, reduce us to tears and make us break out into a spontaneous dance steps. I have been listening to Hindi devotional songs all day today. ‘Bhajans’ they are called and much to the annoyance of the others, I kept.playing the same number repeatedly until I had learnt every syllable in the song. Why? Deep within me, I felt a sense of much-needed calm, of purity, of a wholesomeness of love that was overwhelming and relieving at the same time. I felt that those words were exactly what I needed to hear at that exact moment…
What are those lyrics? I will write it in Hindi and then translate the words. Hoping I do justice to the unspoken emotion that these 2 lines bring forth. Needless to say, the song is entirely melodious but these 2 lines are the ones I kept repeating in my heart and head.
‘Kaun Kehte hai Bhagwaan aatein nhi.. tum Meera ke jaise bulate nhi’
‘Who says that the Lord does not come to your abode? Its just that you’ve never called to him as ardently as Meera did!’
These words shook me.
Meera was an Indian saint, an ardent devotee of Lord Krishna. She was born a princess and married to a king, but since a very young age, she had worshipped the deity as her own. Meera blossomed into youth and her divine love for the Lord knew no bounds. The Lord was her beloved, the Master of her soul and a friend she hid from all skeptical glances.
Meera’s life was as magical as her love for her Lord was. She was made to suffer numerous hardships but she bore them all as she sang and danced, as if spell-bound before the idol of her beloved ‘Krishna’ To her, it wasn’t just a stone idol, it was the living, breathing image of her worshipped.
Strange is the connection between a worshipper and the object of her worship. It seldom thinks of self-gratification. It is more about a feeling of oneness with the divine, its about faith and purely, utterly faith.
Meera’ s hardships were never enough to.make her doubt her divine love, her faith in her Lord was as solid and steady as the Himalays itself.And it is said that Meera had called out to her divine beloved with such sincerity that ‘Krishna’ had no alternative but to answer her call. It is said the the ‘He’ was often visible to her in human form. The Lord bowing down before the worshipper’ s pleas. Meera, a true lover and devotee, adored ‘Krishna’ for a lifetime and merged as one with him when her days as a mortal came to an end.
Meera, to me, will always be the greatest lover and worshipper that ever was. To love with such pure ardour… fiercely and fearlessly… embodies the true spirit of Meera.
‘Who says that the Lord doesn’t dance to your tunes? May be you didn’t make him dance with you in the way the cowherds of Vrindavan did’.
Devotion and love that Meera had cared not for the splendour of kings. True love merely desires sincerity of heart and purity of soul that merge into a beautiful something that I do not have the words to describe.