Poem: The Path of Love. Dedicated to a Poet, Ashish Dadgaa
There is a sweet solace and serenity
In the nature’s grandeur,
Where the existence of the Universal Soul
Resounds in the Divine’s abode…
The glorious morn permeates,
Embracing the whiff of a fresh air,
As the tranquil music of the Sun accompanies
The chirping of nightingales,
Outsoaring the elegance of a Sufi dance
And the classical melodies of sitar…
My Heart, too, gently sways and sings
A lofty song of every bystander,
Treading on the path of Love and its splendour;
Like a saffron dawn settles down the horizon,
Like a joyous peacock prances in the Golden showers,
Like a luscious wind swirls on terra-firma,
Like a flame that flickers as it glistens…
Yes, I remember… I… I once built a castle of dreams,
And within a few moments of merriment and cheer,
The gushing wave carried it away,
Stroking my feet while kissing with silent tears…
Perhaps Shakespeare had said it right –
‘There’s many a slip between the cup and the lip.’
Now here I sit at the yonder shore,
Pondering speechlessly on “What, Why and How?”
Well, what can I say, my Friend?
The matters of the Heart, the Heart alone knows.
Meanwhile, the Lord of Rain showered His benevolence,
Gracing the beauty with His Darshan over my tiara,
Adorned with pearls, zephyrs and sapphires…
O' Indra! Let me remain intoxicated in Your charm.
“Don’t be afraid when the Heart is Pure,” He said.
I then folded my hands like a prayer,
Smiled and headed to the pious stairs;
The stairs of Peace, the path of Love.