alive remain we, until grounded,
in depths of soil, as we are rooted.
a moment takes to uproot the base,
dry the leaves of existence, life devastates.
through the broken pane of thy window,
peeps the silvery streak
glows thine radiance in luminous waves
why doth it then steal
the charm of thy cheeks,
knoweth it not,
thou art mine,
mingles it in thy silken locks,
rusheth out quickly,
hiding behind the grey peaks …
Of precious gems and stones sparkling
Lay a rough unpolished piece
Amidst the glitters of the world
It existed silently.
Whilst in the dust,others shone
Some red,rubies,some green emeralds,
Sapphires too dazzled on the ground
In the uneven and unclean world.
The blunt rough stone
with piercing corners
And pointed edges
None knew it was the toughest amongst all
Lying mutely even in situations hazard..
Everyone who glanced upon the same
Would turn around and look for a name
It instead observed every step
That they traced and left unkempt…
Having seen the world and earth so crude
It thought of paving a new way profound
Walked it on the untrodden path
Amidst the chaos and unseen wars
Abrasive steps shone its skin
Erosion cleared the rubble within
With umpteen sharp bends it dazzled and shined
Being polished naturally
By winds of time…
And now it stood like a gem in the crown
Glittering more than the real ones around
Who were born as the precious stones
This was borne to be the peerless one.
So finally the book “Suroor of the Soul ” got launched in India and dispersed the fragrance of the divine love everywhere .A wonderful event and an equally exciting one, I would like to share few pictures of the occasion .
Hope you enjoyed the few glimpses of the wonderful event!
Priceless than the costliest jewelthose which lie in the ravels of earth
or in the deep waters of ocean,
in the colours of the dancing peacock
spreads who his magnificence
within the deep jungles…
under the grey clouds striking a featured contrast…
precious than the million beauties of the universe,
excelling the comparisons of human deity
chiselled by His hands and tools of perfection,
glorified by His grace …
is the stature and charisma of the seraph..
the Archangel of life
who holds me high in the sky
winging me through the dense fog
with her wings of belief and love…
taking me to new unreachable destinations.
Daily Prompt: My Precious.
In thy closed lips I found a mute language of unspoken tale,
mystical like a woven filigree embedded inside the heart's frame...
the threads of intrinsic silken threads now weave us together
beyond the cycle of time ,we exist as wanderers.
what sees the eye,what catches the vision,
rarest of rare escape the provision,
the pristine wavelength of the divine bestowed on us
through matters of time...
like a sip of wine intoxicating
the dip of amor soaks with inebriation
but the richest in all divine love
uplifts the souls in uttermost devotion...