Tiny pricks of pain,
flowing down
like vast rivulets,
expressing heartbreak
A poignant melancholy,
reflection of this mundane world,
It's shallowness, it's treachery
the lack of noble men
That love for love's sake
free, unconditioned
and breathe for breath's sake
the subtle source within
Retreat in silence
to the spirit hidden
Don't see the light,
be it !
Like tiny particles of dust
floating by,
for ages, unseen,
unnurtured, unkempt
Floating past,
from place to place
no peace , no rest
testing the sands of time
Till light upon it falls,
from it's deep slumber, wakened,
from it, transmitted to fellow particles
A medium they provide,
the whole Earth lighted
It's plane of vibrations
thus uplifted
This time behold,
rebirth , great souls,
A story foretold,
this inner transformation.
Sneha Mohanty
(29.12.2011)
