Sprouts of Creation: The Poem of hope

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

The Poem of hope

Was it happiness that I saw in your eyes
when I returned from my journey that sunrise
From the abominable world that I traveled to
but came back with my soul with much ado

Were they surprised! Bewildered at my return so soon
Innate in them the fears of the doom
after the marathon of those hard to scrape through moments
In the fancy world of our own childish engagement

Was it a flower whose aroma made me realize it bloomed

waiting for the sun in the morning after night's gloom?

Imbibing in itself the patience of the sky
To hold dark clouds to it's bosom for eternity on a sly

But there's always a silver lining to this veil

the one that gives hope to the soul to appeal

For a future that is blessed with the cosmic delight

and the spark in your eyes, will again take back us to those heights.

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Agni-varsha

Agni-varsha; the rain of fire, one often forgets that fire purifies as it consumes, and the rain nourishes as it wets your body, your being; whilst ashes was the story of a consumption, Agni-varsha is the story of purification. It's the story a man and a woman who remained apart, who never came together because they were above separation, but they were still not apart; their souls were related, there was a strong connection; stronger than the mightiest steel, for it did not have a form, it wasn't made of matter, it was made of purity, of energy that governs this cosmos, of the energy of fire and that of the rains. Energy that links us all, the energy that nourishes our soul; only the intensity was other-worldly, only the power to conjoin cosmic in its origin.

Sprouts of creation is my obligation to fire. To its very nature to connect. For even if it apparently separates, it dissolves in itself the different forms to amalgamate, it helps fusion, it produces a new form, a stronger and a pure form, a form that is divine in its true sense.