On Our Lives Be It.
O my love, my object of adoration.
I am not subject to pain,
When I remember us in happy moments together,
Silver lakes and silk skies of exquisite translucence,
The sheer fabric of the universe becomes explicable
Such is power of loving.
Endless possibilities open up to the source of beloved's light.
Paved paths of emerald green
God’s greenhouse sheaths my soul in soothing evergreen
Liltingly each bird sings
Awake! Awake!
Too short, too short my piping flute,
It's but for a day.
Fix your wondrous gaze, for I'll fly
So high, your squinting eyes
Will blur your outward sight,
Away, far away from you
Till I, am a black speck, of dust in dazzling light
Lost in a gaping hollow of his Divine Might.
Listen!
I sing my life, it is my mystic flitting music,
My unalterable line of flight,
An unknown plan, the great navigator charts its course,
that I, merely wing in faith, across endless skies.
Beats my heart so warm!
Throbs blood soft in veins!
This mystery of life is possible!
Today…Sing ! Sing! Sing!
It is not in vain, even if you sang in vain.
Don’t watch, and waste your life
Dance even in pain.
God-given is this chance span of certain years
O Change! Change! Change!
Stop jangling the loose change of time in hoarding purse
Make each second count, for it will not last
The big notes that you wait to strike,
Are not made all at once, but composites,
Atoms, sub atoms, mesons, quarks,
Up and down, and strange and charmed
Trickling time minute by minute,
Each second the speck you disarmed
Beguiled by procrastination’s power
Losing the loveliest of your hours.
Your greedy palms pocketing wads of time
Will ring once readied for exchange,
But, then it all fades away
The pocketed coins rust and rest dismissed.
Time’s treasury mints afresh
Blood and bones’ homage to flesh,
I bend over the brooks of gurgling love
I seek your image O beloved dove
My memories made sweet by you
It's okay then, to pay the due.
A goodbye is, a lasting greeting, when it leaves,
Love and tenderness, that into hope it weaves.
You and I, are still looking
forever though, in darkness groping
We spy the rose of our sacred dream
Amidst thorns of cynical thought
There it is, certain, without a doubt.
Each strand, each thread, of life and love
In time interloping, never giving up,
Always coping.
Why?
Because this heart yearns to sing, and longs to dance
The rhythmic magnetic beat of life’s stormy trance,
Live its fairy tale romance,
Despite the odds,
our best and only chance.
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© Amrita Valan Aug 8, 2014
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