(From my poetry collection 'The Nameless Avenue')
In the tool box of nature’s
symmetry
After
sustained efforts
we
reached the peak.
our
intention was till then,
just
another appeal
like
one of our ancestors
sat
in Tapas for a thousand years;
for
the boon of Ganges;
never
to conquer
mountain ranges;
intending
a time pass mention
of
the yawning listeners..
If
your Gods become timely deaf
You
reach over the peak;
send your supplications one after another.
We
forgot even that when climbing
finally
stood dumb struck
at
the mercurial phosphorescence
eclipsing
all luminaries
beyond
the cosmos ..
Sound
and sense losing
shapes
at the tranquil reign of
territorial mountains;
majesty
demanding us
to
go above the ordinary
In
the tool box of nature’s symmetry,
we
witnessed then
how
the boulders got molded
by
torrential snowfall;
miracles
get knitted by
incredible moments;
the
magnificence of nature’s
mechanism
went exposed,
revealing
grandeur and prudence.
We
watched great rivers
being
born there;
affluence
beginning in
a
minimal humility;
humbled
down as
startled
pilgrims allowed
special
permission to
view
certain
segment
of infinity.
Our
breath blew off
like
a puff of smoke,
even
the fear of freeze cold death
flew
along as filmy vapor.
designing
the birth and death
a
consequential dream
A
communion embraced us
into
the realm of
deathless
phenomenon
Making
us forget of our claims
for
a few drops of water;.
Velako
let its quota
of
few drops from our eyes .
Vaiyavan
No comments:
Post a Comment