In your eyes!
Last night, picking up the pencil to underline the materials of substance in the book, I picked up notepad lying on the other end instead of the book. Uncertain of what I want to draw, I just googled for pencil sketches and finding a beautiful eye, I started drawing. I don’t remember drawing anything from the perspective of sketching after 10th grade in school. So, end result is not so bad for a beginner all over again.
With respect to the picture, my poetic quest brings along the following two lines to my head :
Let me dive in your alembic secluded eyes,
allow me to sail away to the fugitive feelings of numen shelter.
As it comes !
Words uttered conglobated into a sphere.
Thoughts rolled round like the radii of a wheel.
She footled around this runic space,
Trying to collogue this void inbetween.
Embracing the unexpected arrival,
Taking it all as it came,
Trying to mundify the morphewed sins,
She nebulized into a vague emotion.
Ignorance!
The vast realm of natural entelechy is still unknown,
The melismatic mantic chanting is unknown,
Torque this deadpan away from this hoary dearth,
Don’t let the pecksniffian energies paralyze within.
???
In the world of science,
where everything has a reasoning behind,
Why dont I find answers to those silly questions of mine?
My oppressive ignorance leads me to this ironic aporia,
where world hides some haunt of futilitarian silence.
Oh! This urge of apodictic utterances …..
I wish, there was a canonical master to enlighten this abject sloth.
On this day …
On this day …
When sun shines as bright as always,
why is it all gloomy around her?
On this day …
When the surrounding is all calm & serene,
why is there a thunder inside her?
On this day …
When her soul cries within her skin,
she is embraced by her shadow.
On this day …
She is thankful to this day,
the day, she dreaded all her life.
On this day …
Walking alone with her shadow,
she feels free in her mind.
On this day …
She wonders! Is this the price,
she has to pay to survive?
There she is …
Her sorrows become her destiny.
His mistakes question her legitimacy.
There she is … there she is ….
Deceived not by a person,
but betrayed by humanity;
plodding her way to darkness,
her mind wondering in void sinister,
her eyes searching for life.
There she finds a ray too bright,
a rope of hope & light.
She clings too tight,
feels immense delight.
In her plight to climb
its not too far to find it broken.
Thats the end of weaving desire,
pumping heart sunks and there again
she is drowning in the river of sorrow
sailing to the ocean of grief
Look into her eyes
Look into her beaming eyes,
which glorifies her erudition undefined.
But did you notice the thin crystal line
clinging through the brim of her eyes.
She is holding it tight,
which makes her look even more bright.
Look at her charming smile,
spreading life all around,
but did you feel the pain inside.
Still she is carrying it light
to make life even more worthwhile.
Hear to the cracking sound of her laughter,
which enchants all around.
But Did you hear the melancholy sound,
which is whirling her round & round.
Precious Life
Listen to the Exhortation
of the Dawn!
Look to this Day!
For it is Life, the very Life
of Life.
In its brief course lie
all the
Verities and Realities
of your Existence.
The Bliss of Growth,
The Glory of Action,
The Splendour of Beauty;
For Yesterday is
but a Dream,
And Tomorrow is only
a Vision;
But Today well lived
makes
Every Yesterday a
Dream of Happiness,
And every Tomorrow a
Vision of Hope.
Look well therefore to
this Day!
Such is the Salutation
of the Dawn!
Kalidasa
