A croc trotted to the Centre for Kundalini Awakening. “The time” he declared, “has come for our spiritual reckoning” “We have killed and crawled too long on the earth, It is time for us crocs to seek a psychic rebirth!” The problem was considered by all the spiritual-science souls, Psychic experts were summoned from the equator and poles. It was easy to wrap him in white hand woven khadi, But how do you push a croc to nirvikalp Samadhi? They first covered him with marigold petals and saffron light, The croc changed colour, started to quiver with delight. The quantum spiritualists tried an experiment of synergy, Told everyone to send him pranic and positive energy. The solfeggio frequencies, singing bowls were used, So that the very DNA could be spiritually infused. “Fasting will rid him of surreptitious fleshy delights, Crystal medicine to transport him to astral heights.” “Aroma and reiki, ayurveda and acupuncture, Everything to lead him in this soulful adventure!” As they tried, enthusiasm around the world surged, From violence could this species be truly purged? He astounded all by memorising all the mystical chants, “Later it will help the Centre to get significant grants.” Finally the spiritual experts gathered to calibre and measure, And share with humanity this croc-transforming treasure. He looked so divine meditatively reclined under a tree, It was time drop external injunctions and set him free! The celebrated tipping point, the great moment was here. They danced with Mr. Croc without caution and care! Now, the lamb could drink with the lion, for sure. For all the crocs and carnivores they’d found a cure! The media went beserk, the enlightenment seekers cried, The New Age was not a myth, it had finally arrived! … A year now, I took a walk to the celebrated place - The Centre for Kundalini Awakening, to experience its grace. But all the spiritual scientists have vanished without a clue, Now the Centre is run by a certain Mr. Croc-O-doodle-doo!
Soul-mates Anyone?
He scorned the opposition, warnings and alarms, Lightning fell as she swooned and fell into his arms. Their aura melted and they saw light unexplained In love Samadhi they were submerged and remained. They knew they were twin souls at the universe’s dawn, Now, finally brought together, magnetically drawn. Ah! The ecstasy when a soul finds the other half, It matters not if one be a zebra, the other giraffe! “Looks don’t matter, my love, my sweet! I love you in any form, head to feet.” They sat amidst the roses and candles to dine. He asked, “I want to be yours, will you be mine?” “From now, we will be original, and our love will shine, Not the clichéd rose, I’ll call you my sweet porcupine!” “It’s true love indeed that loves in spite of thorns, I too love you unconditionally my darling bull with horns!” With this they dialled the number on their cosmic mobile So that they could register in the ‘eternally-wedded’ file. Angels showered flowers, the devas their conches blew, The love chariots were prepared by the cherubic crew. “To be together, this marriage is just an earthly excuse, For, to committed love, who can togetherness refuse?” One beautiful moonlit night they formally became one, Doing on their wedding day – and night, all that had to be done. The first year passed as if time was a dream, The days flowed merrily like a blissful stream. The second year, their dreams changed a bit, They had their, you know, “occasional marital fit”. On their third anniversary the cosmic crew got feelers, The time had come to send in the psychic healers! They saw the divine feminine was sharpening her pines, As hooves and horns became weapons of the macho masculine. This sent a shudder through the cosmic matrix, Urgent summons were sent to address this fix. Finally the angels were able to summon the Fates, “How can things go wrong with such divine soul mates? “How can you have war over carrots or cabbage, Or on a holiday, carrying disposable stuff or baggage? “Imagine! a cosmically ordained couple throwing dishes, And wanting the other to become food for fishes! “Please bless them or teach them with nudges, Just help them get rid of ridiculous grudges!” “We are only the Fates we have a limited decree To continue or end their love story, they are free. “Soul mates are cool if they only search and pine, From a distance everything appears divine! “But you tie them and hope for supernatural magic, No wonder all the romantic comedies become tragic!” The pro-soul mates camp took a serious beating, Concluding that some things are meant to be fleeting. They changed their marketing strategy and took a bow, Registering every divine union as ‘Soul mates – for now!”
