My Story Poem by Sharad Rajimwale

I was writing my story,
thinking, I could give it the shape I desired
the twists were fascinating
and the turns mind-boggling!
I thought I could handle the tale and its
and its characters as my will dictated.
I had my pen in my hand's grip
and my hand in my heart's grip
and I was pleased at my Ingenuity.
My imagination reflected my own face and being
and I thought all was going well with ink
filling sheaves of paper...
When suddenly the Ink-pot toppled over
and dark stains wriggled all over the story
moving in tiny streams
from one page to the other.

At that instant I looked up and the window
was filled with the brilliance of His presence
Radiance dazzled the window and
Illumination filled my mind.
by Sharad Rajimwale
Jodhpur, India