Treasure Island

Praveen Kumar In Celestial Glow


Focus


My only need is your joy,
Your peace and contentment;
My creed is your salvation,
Indefatigable fulfillment.

I yearn to give all I have,
Deck you with all my grace;
I yearn to possess rare gifts
Just to decorate your life.

My labour, thoughts and focus
Intercross and meet in you;
Moves and rise and fall I suffer,
Meant to me to boost your life.

Without your cause within soul,
I’m sheer void, mere hole;
You give me goal, make me whole,
Bring to life my hidden soul.

I dream dreams for your sake,
I struggle hard to add to life
To raise your mark beyond all
To reach and cross tall heights.

I care naught for own life,
Yet care for it for your sake;
My fall, I know, how shatter you,
So by need I guard my life from fall.

Joy you feel gives me true joy,
Peace in you brings peace to me;
As you grow, I feel my rise
And pride myself about that.

I desire to stand as sturdy fort
Around and guard you from fouls;
But, no, I desire not to limit
The joy of liberty you value so much.

When I do think of all your grief,
Pains you suffer thro’ the life,
My heart loses beat, soul, its shine,
I feel like falling to bottomless gulf.

You’re true light of my soul,
You’re true beat of my heart,
You’re the spark that makes me, me,
That shines my eyes, that lights veins.

I do need pleasure, and joy in life
Only to infuse and enthuse you;
I do need thrills, warmth of life
Only to flow them in your veins.

Without your needs, without your call,
I’m barren land, dry and waste;
I sprout to life whenever hear you
And spring liveliness of bunch of rose.

I know, you call me never to prop,
Lest I entangle in an uncalled web;
But nothing of that stops me on path,
For you’re my goal, my moving force.

Helpless, I know, to give all joy,
I turn to God to do my task
As the only course open for me,
Though know not God exists or not.

Days and nights in prayers for you,
For months and years unceasingly,
An almost atheist I turned theist,
And trust the realms beyond sight.

I love to wrap you in my thoughts,
And softly cradle you in my soul;
But shrink from the joy of holding you,
Lest you reciprocate and sink to grief.

I need you, yet keep arm’s length,
For I’m dead-weight at this state;
Open is world, choose your course,
Even if you don’t, I’m best lost.

Near or far immaterial for us,
The gap of time no way counts for us
While timeless chord binds our souls,
And find our sparks within our souls.

I find my life dissolved in you,
Joy and pride crystallized in you;
I, just a frame, hollow and spare,
Find my treasure firmly fused in you.

How I desire to see you rise
And live all life in endless joy;
Wherever I’m, soul-force innate
Follows steadfast to give you grace.

Submitted: Friday, March 14, 2014
Edited: Sunday, March 16, 2014

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