How Splendor Departs And Brings Changes

     Jal te upaj tarang jyun jal hi bikhe samaye

       ~~A wave that emerges from water has to merge with the water again

                                               ( Sri Guru Gobind Singh ji)

 

                

               HOW SPLENDOR DEPARTS  AND BRINGS CHANGES.

                                  

                                        I

There where the thought of outweighing others stood,

There where arose the cessation of childhood.

Nevertheless, was not imminent the life hectic-so much;

Neither was the thought of life being such.

                                       

                                      II

The level after then, however had a touch with that part,

But, to say, not unanimous was that art.

What could be? What would be?"didn’t matter then;

How it would be? How to get into it?"was the matter of all.

                                   III

Hence forth the time came when the choices we make,

From the beautiful sleep we had to awake.

The former took place after some activities "easing,

The results of which were not at all pleasing.

Run here, run there, run where is your name,

To chase and achieve your ultimate aim.

Leaving my home, which was now like a junction,

I finally plied without further compunction.

With pathos was filled my heart at the start,

When from near ones, I had to depart.

The feeling constantly troubled my heart, here and there;

“Ultimately I have something, but inner peace is where?”

        

                                  IV

Before the start, I visited the shrine I had made,

Which, under joy and adversity, was a peaceful shade.

O then the sky! , it started to rain.

The efforts, it seemed were all in vain.

The rain reminded me of my childhood; of those paper boats in the backyard.

And their rumination followed as in the song of a bard.

                                    V

All that had ended, then made a start in my mind,

In the form of memories, taking me behind.

“What could come to me, which was forever to be?”,

I thought, but I could not cease the rumination of those days,

When devoid of worries, there was joys blaze.

My “pampered-self’ for my father, my playing with him, the evenings of those days,

The happiness and enjoyment place to place.

That time with friends, where glee not ends,

Or going away, it’s path it bends;

Love, care and affection it sends.

Those marvelous times and days of mine,

That wonderful time under the trees of pine.

All this, was where to be found? There was no end of its quest,

Because not in each corner lies the best.

                                      

                                           VI

Oh mother, how do I forget that day, when I was small,

I was scolded for writing on the wall,

Though  time has changed the situation all around,

But the memories of these distorted images on the walls, have no bound.

There used to be a flower in the backyard, always blooming there

It smiled at me, saying “bye”, whenever I left for anywhere.

There’s the image of this same flower in my mind, it says “bye” again,

But there is a change in my feeling, ’tis not the same childhood feeling which I had then.

“Mother, what change is this, is that time not to come back again?”, I asked.

“No”, she says.

                                             VII

Oh! It ails me,

When of its absence I cerebrate,

The fulminant passage of that time great;

Considering hither, what has been laid,

I think, were there any debts to be paid?

As the assets of an insolvent are sequestrated,

All has been snatched,

Leaving everything, like a structure dilapidated.

                                               

                                               VIII

What are these changes around of all kind?

And now they’re changing my state of mind.

In rumination, I am carried to a distant land.

Crossing areas and areas of water and sand.

Something is pulling me, its someone’s hand or so,

Above and above , I travel and go.

 

                                              IX

I arrive at a place, with calmness incredible,

With silence pin-drop, and beauty ineffable.

Everything is at ease,

There is peace and only peace.

Does this place even exist on earth?

Where of these things is great dearth.

                                                        

                                              X

I then see something shining nearby;

What is this shine, what there does lie?

As then, I went near,

The intense shine but, I could not bear.

I covered my face with my hands and stood there,

And suddenly then, the shine dispersed, as if for my care.

                                              XI

I looked up through the light,

And saw the most overwhelming sight.

A person clad in a white robe, and from every corner of his body was emanating light.

His face"the calmest and yet radiant and bright!

Serenity’s epitome, peace-personified He must be,

An ocean of compassion, He seemed to me.

“Changes art troubling thou? ”, He spake,

“Did I change?”.

I had no words.

Said He, “A drop of water emerging from the sea has to merge with the sea again, but to do so, it has to travel and experience several changes in its environment before the merger. Everything, yes, everything may change, but the ocean.”

Yes, He spake, with his hand of patience held high….

Something is shaking me, I hear, “Wake up son, we need to get into the airport”.

I open my eyes and get down, quite contented now, “Yes”.

Reviews

[Tom]

A deep, philosophical poem on the uncertainty that arises within us all, when we are no longer children under the caring supervision of our parents and then the time inevitability arrives as young adults we break away from the bonds and ties of the family home, to make one's own way in this world even if this involves far away travel to distant lands but how refreshing to be able to reminisce on past joyous days and to have faith and spiritual guidance to help allay our anxieties !

A splendidly absorbing read, kudos to you my friend on your wonderful portrayal of a life changing event!

[Gurdeep...The Lost]

Thanku Tom ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Im His Daughter]

I found it hard to read because of not knowing what some of the long words were meaning. It did have areas of smoothness and understanding but then it went off in a different direction in mind. I fought hard to read it & managed to get to like 6 or 7 and completely zoned out. I have to say I honestly didn't finish reading it.. was way beyond my realm of understanding. Sorry. I prefer simple poems, easy smaller normal everyday spoken words. This was almost Shakespeare like... I went huh?

[Gurdeep...The Lost]

Hehe agreed dear ..there are simple ones too , u can read 'em ;-)

[Cleide Tatyana Almeida]

in all honesty, I found the beginning of this poem rather confusing, especially the first two stanzas but after that it was smooth sailing. I find the style of writing and certain word choices unusual, perhaps it is an acquired taste or maybe I'm just weird. I did however love the last stanza and the advice of the shining man and the peace with moving on in life it brings (presumably) you.

[Derek M.]

I really enjoyed this, especially number 8, very well done