Where are you leading me, Oh enchanting
Houri, and how long shall I follow you
Upon this hispid road, planted with
Thorns? How long shall our souls ascend
And descend painfully on this twisting
And rocky path?
Like a child following his mother I am
Following you, holding the extreme end
Of your garment, forgetting my dreams
And staring at your beauty, blinding
My eyes under your spell to the
Procession of spectres hovering above
Me, and attracted to you by an inner
force within me which I cannot deny.
Halt for a moment and let me see your
Countenance; and look upon me for a
Moment; perhaps I will learn your
hearts secrets through your strange
Eyes. stop and rest, for I am weary,
And my soul is trembling with fear
Upon this terrible trail. Halt, for
We have reached that terrible crossword
Where death embraces life.
Oh Houri, listen to me! I was as free
As the birds, probing the valleys and
the forests, and flying in the spacious
Sky. At eventide I rested upon the
Branches of the trees, meditating the
Temples and palaces in the city of the
Colorful clouds which the sun builds
In the morning and destroys before
Twilight.
I was like a thought, walking alone
And at peace to the East and West of
The universe, rejoicing with the
Beauty and joy of life, and inquiring
Into the magnificent mystery of
Existence.
I was like a dream, stealing out under
The friendly wings of the night,
Entering through the closed windows
Into the maidens' chambers, frolicking
and awakening their hopes...Then I
sat by the youths and agitated their
Desires...then I probed the elders'
Quarters and penetrated their thoughts
of serene contentment
Then you captured my fancy and since
That hypnotic moment I felt like a
Prisoner dragging his shackles and
Impelled into an unknown place...
I became intoxicated with your soul's eyes the
crushing ouf my heart? halt for a
Moment : I am regaining my strength
and untying my weary feet from the
Heavy chains. I have crushed the
Cup from which I have drunk your
Tasty venom ..but now I am in
A strange land, and bewildered ;
Which road shall I follow?
My freedom has been restored;will
You now accept me as a willing
Companion, who looks at the sun
with glazed eyes and grasps the
Fire with untrembling fingers?
I have unbound my wings and I am
Ready to ascend ;will you accompany
A youth who spends his days roaming
The mountains like the lone eagle, and
Wastes his nights wandering in the deserts like the restless lion?
Will you content yourself with the
Affection of one, who looks upon
Love as but an entertainer and declines
To accept her as his master?
Will you accept a heart that loves ,
but never yields? will you be at ease,
with a soul that quivers before the tempest ,
But never surrenders to it?
Will you accept one as a companion
Who makes not slaves, nor will become
One? will you own me but not possess
Me, by taking my body and not my heart?
Then here is my hand-grasp it with
Your beautiful hand; and here is my
Body-embrace it with your loving
Arms; and here are my lips-bestow
Upon them a deep and dizzying kiss.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
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Ruminations: sometime, somewhere
We must dream beautiful.God carries out stringent quality control before he turns our dreamy canvases into REALITY
This post is dedicated to my friend AS and her lovely venture, www.hummingwords.in
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Doorways to Love and Life.
Image: An abstract piece by me for the story.
She lay there lifeless, inundated with everlasting goodness.
The remains of this draconian raven called Life.
The grey side of human passion,
Her lifeless body.
Her heartbreak with the man had led her to this extreme step of cutting her cord from her milieu followed by this not so engaging world.
Keeping her company in life earlier were a Norfolk Island, an ivory pineapple and an oilcloth plant that were initiated into her life by her love, the man. She nurtured them with a silken approach expecting them to thrive in comfort just like her relationship with the man.
When with them, she narrated fairy tales, explained morals and taught them to dream.
She shared her secrets and let them see her truly in all fullness.
They witnessed her romantic expositions with him and her vulnerabilities during the good times.
They grew up healthy under the aegis of her love and scaled summits with the affection that was nobly meant.
In the days that went by when her mood changed along with her fortune, her inclination to them was extravagant, wishful for similarities.
Her proposition of similar goodness between her man and her friends were apparently miscalculated.
Her black and white variables of life were lying in a quagmire of dreams and their broken pieces.
Tears rolled down her beauty. Her bawls of agony were heard by her friends and echoed with nonchalance.
Yet she nurtured them during the hours of darkness.
Up above in the horizon, she lay, cosily watching the world beneath. She had been gone now for 4 days and her lifeless body was begging to be seen by her milieu.
Her friends seemed lost and sad. They looked like doting shadows trying to be obsequious to their lover and friend. They were wasted and dying.
She shed a tear for her wailing friends. She expected them to come up and join her to reclaim the past.
Her lifeless remains were soon identified and her friends were soon moved from their location.
The undertaker took them away with abundant pity.
They were nourished.
The friends looked up and smiled. The undertaker was charmed by their exuberance and liveliness. He nurtured them.
They thrived.
She saw them forget their past and flourish in their present.
She was shocked in disbelief.
“If only my friends taught me this lesson earlier”.
She had been stupid to end her sojourn so quick. She should have remained on earth and spread life and love to all the other people who loved her.
She should have spread her wings and flown over life if only she correctly saw her priorities.
She could have been a fulsome creation of God if only she realised that her love was not privy to a few brittle humans but many more brittle humans.
Dear Friends,
Let’s Kiss Good Bye to 2009,
It shall be remembered fondly.
Let us now paint 2010 with Love and Life,
Wish you
HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
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