Trail to Light

The quest for trail to light

That eventuates from tussle

In one mother’s doting womb

Vexates through the web of life

And terminates tranquilly

In another mother’s benevolent lap

The Quest

“Really? Oh, thank you so much.”

           Sometimes we are taken by surprise by the compliments others give us. We meet so many people at all kinds of unexpected places; Traffic lights, streets, elevators, metros, malls, roads, workplace, temples, hospitals…

Some just brush past us, whereas others seem to remain etched a bit longer in our memory. Some are like air. They barely seem to touch us. Others are like shadow, hazy but our very own reflection. Something about them makes us feel as if they are known to us since eons. They see in us that which none could, not even us. We may not recognize each other’s visage. But the soul never falters. It instantly recognizes the past linkage though the mind takes time to take cognizance.

Reaching out has always been challenging. It takes a lot of courage to reach out to the star but even more to strike the right chord with the one. There are tests and hurdles that one has to cruise. But it is only this tribulation that makes getting your star worth trying. More enduring the journey, more enjoyable is the destiny. Nothing has ever been accomplished easily.

One has to keep faith. Eventually the right things will fall into place and then all the prevailing confusion will make sense.

Joy

Smile refuses to elope

The cherry moistened lips

Gleam remains unscathed

In the deep charcoal eyes

Soul exuding aroma

Of the flowers of paradise

Thoughts render beatitude

Never experienced before

Breath a gift from heavens

Dreams bestowing life

Beauty of Thought

From where they began

Where they shall end

Mind is confounded

By the beauty of thought

Not exterior, attachment goes

Profound than that

A part of her that flows in him

A part of him that nourishes her

Rocks and boulders that preclude

Flowers and grass that spur

Distance no more separates

Pain no more agonizes

Fear of getting close

Inner scuffle to evade

Where they are

And where they shall go

Mind is confounded

By the beauty of thought

Veins

Blue veins never meet

They never caress

They don’t even gawk each other

Though same blood replenishes them

Then why this seething spasm

Why that desolate emptiness

Why that haunting angst

When one goes remote

Little remote from the other?

Departure

Every time the wave relinquishes the shore

It tears away a pound of her heart with it

Bequeathing an anguished vacuum deep within

Never to be copious again

Apollo- The Warrior

Specter stirring veraciously; In the shadow of night

 Tiger whizzing past; The clabbered tropical jungle

With streamlined carcass; And vision focused

Startling both assailant; And confidante alike

Strong, ambitious, disciplined; Acrid, draconian, menacing

But emotional, just, fair; Large-hearted, amicable, No!

No?...  Oh yes!

Dove perched on shoulders, Only to realize He too is a man

But Man- extraordinaire

Warriors there have been many, None like him

Heart of Gold and Spirit of the Masters

Leading men in all wars and battles stoutly

Venturing where men fear to tread even in dreams

Smile so tender, would melt a stone

Eyes so loving, would infest any vault

O’ Warrior! Live long

For only you make the Gods forgive

And induce them to bless mankind

All over Again!