CHILD OF WORLD”S DESTINY
On streets forlorn
Walks the child, destitute
The infant of world’s destiny…
In rags torn
hungry and homeless
roaming through lanes
for a morsel!
The rulers sit on a lavish throne
speak high volumes of chore
actions fail to achieve
war and blasts kill
the child of world’s destiny
lives as a requiem…
Where wander thy!
The lost prince of the unbloomed
heart,
deserted who my kingdom,to travel far
awaits the lotus within to blossom
with thy magic wand!
Whose call ,makes the universe rotate
Winds changeth directions
Fish forget to swim and sink in deep
When thy flute resonates.
Soul dances in ecstasy
mind loses its knowledge
Wisdom lights the wick in the mortal
devotion fragrances …
Whose name consecrates the simple beings
His Grace , makes one soar high without wings
Blissful is the momentous moment
When returns to my dwelling,thy majestic prince .
I wish to be the tiny flower lies who,
at the feet of thine…
Instead of the jewel that shines in thy crown
O! immortal Krishna ! I sing your praise
in verses of mine!
The brilliant gem bedecks your aura
Outstands it every precious stone
O! but it cannot see thy face benevolent
even while decorating… in thy diadem…
I , the lonely flower, rest in thy feet
grace bestows my presence
When thy eyes look at me…
Thou universe that rotates around you thee!
I unaware of the method,
here! I sit and surrender at your feet
O! Krishna ! Raise me from
the chasms of time!
Dear readers,
Here is an audio visual treat from the creators of “Suroor of the Soul” , me and Shaheen .
Nature with the eternal music and a verse in a soft voice is always a delight! Sharing with you the video of “A BUD” from the pages of ” Suroor of the Soul”.
In written words I respire ,
&
in spoken I dance!
photocredit:soulsecretsblog.blogspot.com
O ! flying bird !
where doth you perch
beyond the majestic mountains
flows the immaculate ocean of love…
where doth you play
amongst the flora and fauna
the elegant lotus awaits
your transformed persona…
Thousand petals will bloom
when you fly within
touching the horizon and diving deep
Will you lend me thy finger
to clasp
through the path of life
I ,the tender musing
in the desert sands …
grope and pine…
flew the golden particles
with the wind
I ,stuck in the desert,
search for the glow of
the night star…
With intense faith
I secure myself,
As I way through
The stifling storms
whilst the earth appears unchanged
within the mind ,turmoil plays havoc…
When the auburn setting sun fainted
I dipped in the shades of reminiscences
flew the sprightly dancing birds
Migrating back to the home of their old ancestral…
Unlike the human who leaves
ne’er turns and looks back
The scent of the nostalgic dust
Of thy motherland
although when fills the nostril
of the wetted eye…
How hath the colour changed of the sky
I watch the clouds move
from the place where I once dwelt
to newer horizon…
long years ripens the hair
white silver streak visible
yet awaits the native soil
re tread of the same feet
which has lost the path
under the blue firmament.
soumyav 