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Sacred OM - [by Shiv Sengupta]
Often times had I heard That deep inside resides a Word Whose endless meadows we must roam The sacred sound of Sacred OM With beating heart and bursting pride One fateful day did I decide To take the path that led me home The sacred world of Sacred OM And on my journey did I speak To river, forest, sky and peak I begged, Implored! of sea and foam For sacred whisper of Sacred OM And on my travel did I search Through holy Temple, Mosque and Church With piercing steeple, gentle dome The sacred truth of Sacred OM Alas, though I did try to hear And craved to listen with Mind's ear To Spirit's divine baritone No sacred song No Sacred OM With shattered heart and tattered soul Disheartened I had failed my goal I wished no more to find my home That sacred Hell of Sacred OM Sad and bitter as I wept I gravely vowed I would forget Of nature's most deceptive poem The sacred verse of Sacred OM And so anew I lived my life Full of love and full of strife No universal palindrome No sacred tongue no Sacred OM Now I am old and here I lie Smiling sadly ere I die For I hear secrets from my tomb A sacred kiss from Sacred OM Often times have I heard That deep inside resides a Word Whose endless meadows we must roam The sacred sound of Sacred OM -- -- Shiv Sengupta |
The Journey: A Prose-poem
A tall tree in the expanse of universe climbs invisible stairs towards her destiny, as I stand reclined against her trunk sure of support. She stops growing higher; her branches, humble in love, droop down towards me. Deep roots seek fulfillment in branches above. I touch the foliage and remove the brown leaves, dried in the process of transferring their essence to me. Rejuvenated, I walk through the valley along the side of a river. In her dancing innocence, the flow encourages me to go forward and onward. Leaving the forest and woods, I reach the plains. Here are spread mines of silver and gold, and as I move ahead I see diamonds scattered all around. I encounter a fellow walking ahead, leaving the riches behind. I wonder: Why has he renounced these treasures; why does he go still forward? A fruit drops down as a needy passes beside the tree. He has renounced; is he is in search of or has he found a treasure more valuable than the diamonds? He has found that these treasures were unable to purchase love! One could not exchange the riches for divinity and virtues human beings are in search of. One needs to part with treasures and wealth if one wants pure love. Deeper and deeper does it lead, beckons the searcher in its boundless embrace; it's a deal. The journey turns inward. There's no place for valleys and ridges now; the sun and the moon do not shine here; visitors are rare. An occasional bird is a welcome intruder; like the flowing river his words murmur a distant music of a mendicant. His face shines - a nimbus, a halo, does not raise fear or angst. Why keep a safe distance - weak that we may be - his company ever assures warmth and never the scorch. -- c s shah
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