Love Speaks

Walking through the trails of this life, I had reached a point where deep inside a visible loneliness I smelled a mysterious solitude. Betwixt an unconcealed silence and a veiled emptiness rang the cacophony of confusion that pierced through the skin. This dissonance so bared my senses that no matter how hard I tried, I stumbled to touch the harmony whirling inside these illusions. 

I asked, “What is this place that I have reached, where my free-self is struggling to endure my burdened-self? What is this place, where my essence is battling between the twilight of my dreams and the rattling of undesired codes? What is this place, where the eyes are yearning to chain my mind in order to satisfy their craving authority? The place, where my patience and compassion is turning against me, where the world demands my life and denies me a choice? This place, where my soul sobs inside me and tears wet my cheeks injuring my heart?”

While I was looking at my soul weeping, sprouted the voice of the Love and drenched the sores. I looked at the Love through my pain soaked eyes and queried, “Why does my heart whine for no fault of mine? Why has it become too big a sin to seek divine?”

The love replied, “You are brought to this place, because you shunned 'their' teaching and returned 'their' words, because you denied to be imprisoned in the confine of their self-righteousness, because you dared enjoy the freedom of God’s beauty. In this place, you are castigated and your only courageous sin is that you dared interpret your thoughts without the professed holy instruction. You are censured, because the love that has awakened your soul has disgraced 'their' sacred conceptions.”

The love conversed, “But don’t submit, don’t give up; rise and lead again to the path you chose. Shine and announce the glory of your soul. Recall the kiss of grace on your forehead and turn the tears on your cheeks to the drops of caress. Trust and know that soul will meet even if the bodies separate.”

Hearing the Love speak, I unruffled my essence and rose. Like a tree, I buried my roots in the earth, stayed un-moved, to let the foliage ballets in the air and the buds sprout to divine. I traded the loneliness of my heart with the divine solitude beyond the solitude, for I understood that

 “Grand is my Love and Small they are”.

I am up against you

I am a tender droplet, eager to melt with every morning sun.

I am a dancing brook, finding my way into the ocean. 

I rise and fall from sky to sea. 

I vaporise and condense to let the continuity be. 

You are a stone castle, ingrained with arrogance and superiority 

You are a hollow dogma, unwilling to evolve from incongruity

You are a pre-set verdict, written on an eternal fate

You are an olden faith that neither u nor I can elevate

You speak of social, spiritual and traditional ways

I speak of love, budding from the continuity of pace.

You speak of honour, respect, shame, and disgrace 

I speak of freedom, moving freely like a cloud in space 

You speak of sinful, corrupt, and immoral code

I speak of euphony merged in humanistic mode 

You speak of violating and obeying the laws

I speak of spurning the separation induced clause 

You speak of beautiful, ugly and virtuous deeds

I speak against self made and long lasting creeds.

You speak of poets, thinkers, pastors and priests

I speak against the tradition of deep rooted beliefs

You speak of searching the universal “He”

I speak of Him who is lost and found in me 

You counsel, preach, implore and pursue 

And I, My dear world, am up against you