Wedded to Your Fingers for Eternity. Tuesday's Inspiration 12, to My Bhaia Ji Umesh Chandra Bhatt
Manatita is an esteemed author living in London, UK. He writes spiritual books, flash fiction and esoteric poetry, his favourite genre.
A Pageantry of Colours
Wedded to Your Fingers for Eternity
They say I’m a lyrical genius,
And perhaps there’s some merit here;
Yet I would love to be that diamond glint,
Wedded to Your fingers for eternity.
How beautiful are memories, full of golden
Yesterdays, my longing nestling on Your radiant
Heart, like the scent of fresh flowers, guided
By zephyrs to a meadow of dreams fulfilled.
Alas! Today I sing with a weary voice, and though
My Rhythm and Blues float, like that of nightingales,
There are so many worries hidden in my songs! I recall
When the moon bathed our hearts through the shadows
Of the nights; how we dazzled in silence like radiant lights.
But my days are not so good now, and last night was bleak.
It was the 14th day of lockdown and I spent it in agony,
Dreaming of what was, with nerves frayed like damaged fuses.
The Healing Power of Light
Not so long ago, I was bemused by a plethora
Of beauty. The moon and sun sat at my table,
And I mingled in the ocean of my own Light. The stars
Came singing a thousand ballads, and I rose at dawn,
Like a lion, roaring the message of freedom to the breeze.
But we come and go on Life’s pendulum, where all is
Transient. A stark pill to swallow as I pray … that
Heaven will bless my soul with glory.
Alas! Worries envelop me, and an amazing moonlight,
Aglow with good intentions, passes me by and I guess
I won’t be dreaming of solace any time soon.
I go all ugly in my current demise, forgetting that
There’s always beauty within. I’m like a Shakespearean
Tragedy, breathing a tapestry of coloured mists, as
Exquisite as a velvet glove. As such, I wallow in it,
My tears like one looting … looting a burning house.
I shirk away, like cats who hide their paws when
Approached; only the wax on a candle knows my weeping.
Something has stolen away my happiness and I feel like
Love’s Lover, who cannot let go of the burden of grieving.
I want to fight, but expression is a slow process for
Me in my abyss, and neither would drastic medicine
Work, as I’m not so receptive to Your Love. So I lament
How things were at my zenith of beauty, fall in love with
The ways of the Spirit, seeking the Himalayas … of Light.
They say I’m a lyrical genius,
And perhaps there’s some merit here.
Yet I would love to be that diamond glint,
Wedded to Your fingers for eternity.
- Manatita, The Lantern Carrier. 27th September, 2020.
Wise words from Sri Chinmoy
"God's compassion
Always gives to me.
It never takes anything from me.
Constant giving, is its game eternal.
This giving, remains an eternal beginning,
With no end." - Sri Chinmoy
The Power of Light
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