"I gave my words to God, to do with them what He wanted to.
For years He buried them at the bottom of His sea,
Today He raises them, rimmed with living pearls"
For ages and ages she kept searching, for words that might set her free,
Looking for a flash of flame, were her frenzied roving eyes in plea.
One night with a heart brimming with grief, all her being consumed in anxiety,
She reached the terrace in sullen rain and in weather, blustery.
Yearning for enlightenment, she explored the sky vast and infinite
And when finally examined carefully, found at her feet, the reason for her plight.
Down she saw her reflection in the water, droplets hazing the view,
And over it was casing her in a prison, the fence with its shadow.
A caged bird was she, realized, then gave up again and sighed,
“Is there no end of this hapless time?” From somewhere heard a sound sublime,
“Not yet not yet, don’t be surprised”, she looked around mesmerized.
She was always there inside of me, a newer truer identity,
Kept under a masking curse, forgetting what she was meant to be.
She was the one forever coveted, me with myself-looking for unity.
What she did next shook the core of my ‘mortal’ being: She formed herself from the sea within me,
Emerging out of my lethal frame, like an embodiment of the eternal in me.
Turned around, stared at me with a face blanched and dumbfounded.
With the hint of a sin in her smile, I knew, she wanted to leave me spell bounded.
The smile on her lips was mine, lost without knowledge,
Then she turned about in a jiffy, took three steps and jumped from the edge.
In the crunch second I dashed through, let out a hand and grabbed the untrue.
Like two siblings across hazy borders,
Like two devotees facing same disorders .
We clung to each other like images parted by a mirror,
One lost in the gloom and the other torch bearer.
No distance can keep two lovers apart
In no way shall you from me depart.
Terror on my face, peace on hers,
The sight at which one’s heart stirs.
And then a tear swelled in the mystic eye, but the smile refused to cease.
In that moment of precision, I wanted the world to freeze.
And then a sudden urge made me loosen the grip to let her fall,
But in that instant of impending death, freedom seemed to be a close call.
I saw the wind blow through her hair, the smile more prominent now,
But she didn’t hit the ground and crash, or scream or break into a million pieces somehow.
Instead I saw her float, with feathery wings in flight,
Gazing at my helpless being, with silent serene eyes.
Yes it was the ultimate truth, embellishing its glory and verity profound,
The body no matter how rigidly chained, the soul cannot be bound.
As I watched my quintessence, feeling amazed and stupefied,
The only explanation the world seemed to offer me as to why in their eyes was my state justified,
“Silence”, they said, “speaks louder than words.”
So, was this their excuse for the hush of a million birds?
To this replied the reader of my mind, the manifestation of my inner lord,
“But then they also are known to say, THE PEN IS MIGHTIER THAN THE SWORD!!”
