Friends:
This poem was originally composed in my mother tongue PUNJABI a few months back. At that time my mental state matched with the sentiments expressed below.
At that time my inner-self longed to transcend the status quo.
Some peculiar situations came in between and I kept postponing translating it, into ENGLISH. The thoughts and emotions, which propelled me to write this poem then had somewhat mellowed; yet I vowed to start my blog journey once again with something original after more than two years of indecisiveness.
Friends, hoping that you’ll accept me as you did in the past. I know my creative juices need a lot of practice to flow again.
Suddenly being conscious of sweet fragrance pervading around,
As if shackled in a closet, it was gasping for
breath,
As if it
freed itself after breaking open chains of inertia,
As if it
woke up from the pointless conversations of life,
As if it swept
off the hazy sheet from the mind mirror.
As if after decades,
it animated the mind to songs of joy,
As if it
curtained off life’s qualms in guffaws of laughter,
As if it got
rid of the fake persona to face clear waters,
As if it
touched the skies perched on the mountain peaks.
A sudden violent
nudge disrupted the flow of emotions,
A voice
spoke: Oh, ignorant being it was within you forever,
Only it
slumbered waiting for you to wake up.
Isn’t it
that...?
This short life
of ours infuses immense possibilities,
But sadly, the existence
stays bound in life’s frivolities.
.....
