flickering Lamp

abandoned
betrayed even by his own shadow
crucified
helpless
lonely
ridiculed
standing alone under the avalanche of insult and torture
the outcast is banished to an obscure islet

darkness
darkness of the sea without salt
devouring me from all sides
with the delight of a leopard

oh! father
where art thou?
am i not thy beloved?
why art thou silent?

if it is thy wish
let me fall and dissolve into thee
thee
the only superior
my beloved
thy wish is mine too and must be performed
i am nothing but a flickering lamp powered by thy providence

Hold my hand and guide me to the right path

O’ my beloved father
Charmer of souls
Healer of wounds
Asylum to all!

Make my soul your abode
Fill my heart with selfless love
Make my life your garden of blessings
Fill my mind with serene joy.

In the moments of despair
In the days of confusion
When I wander helplessly through the sea of darkness
Guide me to safe shore of Good hope.

O’ my eternal friend
Infinite light
Singer of ever lasting love
Destroyer of ego.

Teach me to love everybody, as I love you
Teach me to serve all, as I serve you

O’ embodiment of love
Awaken my heart, arouse my soul
Ignite my darkness; tear the veils of my ignorance
And fill me with your divine love

Resurrection

The Nightingales were silent
Moon absent,all Night birds too
Few stars were winking far away
breeze carried the fragrance of Night flowers
And I happened to see and entered your lonely Hermitage
with wild despair in soul
Behind me nothing but pain
In me nothing not even the burden of hope

You, the wild flower
Greeted me ,your eyes said
"Hey stranger,I was waiting , waiting ; not knowing why...."

I amused
You gave me drink,food
Saw your eyes glowing,and I read
" Oh! never mind ; I have spend so long years in search of my mind every where in me , around me,
and now find only to give you....

I was speechless,
We sat together ,
In silence we talked,
Through the long hours,
Light started to wax.

I touched you,
The pupa blossomed into a butterfly
We left th hermitage.

Come on , We should go on ,
Till we melt in eternity.

[ Jesus said unto her, I am the resurrection, and the life: he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live ]

I am Icarus

I am amused at birds, stars, moon . . .

Any thing that can fly or float in the sky.

I learn that wings help them to fly;

They help them to float in the sky.

I long to fly, search for wings,

Collect feathers, paste them with wax!

One fine morning

I climb to the hilltop and jump,

Move wings cleverly and swiftly.

Ah . . . Ha . . .

I start to move above;

Birds are flying with me.

I move upwards;

Woods are now just greenish pasture,

Mansions just match boxes.

I am now in the upper sky,

No birds, no clouds to trouble my vision;

Ocean is mere silver line.

Courage, enthusiasm and strength

Lift me upwards . . .

Earth now just a tennis ball

Around me void, monotonous silence.

I am unsatisfied.

Time is nearing noon.

Sun manifests himself brilliantly on his day;

Lustre flows splendid, magnificently at its best.

I feel molten wax on my shoulder;

Yes, my wings are breaking;

My control on them loosening.

The binding wax is melting in the sultry heat.

I start to fall . . . am falling . . .

I see flying birds, moving clouds under me;

I am falling fast.

A strange force is dragging me downwards,

Down . . . down,

I effortlessly falling,

Every thing on earth, and earth herself, getting bigger and bigger.

Birds and clouds are above me . . .

I can see woods, mansions and ocean itself!

I am heading towards a big rock;

Nothing prevents my fall!

True! I feel ultra

Happiness and tranquility but

Uncertainty of waiting makes me impatient;

I am falling . . .

Falling on the cruel reality of an unkind rock.

Oh!

Let my body shatter;

Liberate my soul to fly wingless!