2,3,4.

The object of creation,
The sun and its radiation,
The cycle of seasons,
The perpetual flow of reason,
The power of winds,
Art and colors of these deviations,

The object of focus,
The solar system and its locus,
The folds on these clothes,
These marks on paper,
The irregularities on this wall,
The music, crooned in this silent hall,

The beats of this life,
The motion of pencil and my fingers,
The green leaves on the tree,
Playful children counting one two three,
That red rose, the colorful flower,
The water filled in the jar,

The books scattered all over the table,
The mind speaking of the untold fable,
The eyes moving in this thin volatile air,
The vibes dreaming of festivities and fairs,
Celebrate, sing in sacred epiphany,
Let the body swing on this bittersweet symphony,

Listen to the sounds called medieval,
Mark all the words as trivial,
Future holds the untold story,
Wondering over Almighty's glory,
All this, and everything,
Every sentence and sequences of words,

The meaning they convey is one,
Just as the meaning makes sense,
Just when we clear the suspense,
Just as the truth unfolds,
Just when we get to know, what life beholds,
Everything in and around,
Everything below and above the ground,
Everything in the skies,
All the smiles, tears, laughter and cries,

The voices singing in pain,
Time traveling in vain,
Those running steaming trains,
Every spark in the human brain,
These mindless scribblings,
Every flight of birds, these wings,

The lips and their slight whisper,
Every magic, every spell that were,
This leaning head on the wall,
Letting the peace, and silence fall,
Everything thats hold true,
Everything that is trivial,
Everything that is small, everything large,
Everything that is, everything that is not,
All the clouds and all the clarity,

Everything stands over the pillars,
The pillars on One foundation,
My identity, my life and everything that is not me
Everything that will be me,
All, stands over pillars of this one foundation

of faith
of hope
of beliefs
of love
of wonder
of all the beautiful things that
You created.

Comments

rahul s said…
hey ure amazing..I wonder how u manage to get to write all these poems and blogs and that too almost on a daily basis..eh..
truly wonderful poem ..how u get to think a lot?? :-p.
October 13, 2009 at 9:48 AM
music mania said…
:) I tend to feel a lot, not think. Words are just byproduct of the process :p
October 13, 2009 at 11:04 AM
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