My heart escapes to be awake
Whilst in slumber-being I'm swaying
Gripping my breath-strands
With all the known prayers
Soars high my heart
Though falters in the dark peace
Swims along the Akash Ganga
In and out of the star-avenues
Halloing the Scorpio divinely stung
Blessed by the Southern cross
Feasted by the Seven Rishis
Touches playfully the Orion
The hunter of the above abode..
Clasped! my heart
Amid the web of Orion's stretched limbs
My breath-strands get entangled
The heart is now loosening its grip
The moon sinks down in fear
My memory yells out for the Orion-Gods
Hey Shiva, hey Krishna!
Then atonce memory too fades out
My heart is pathetic
The soul smoothly gets released
'May you rest in the Lord's heart'
I acclaim
My sheath then permeates the muddy earth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good write...the broader theme is spirituality...as you feel, the soul is always in search of the Final Abode - Paraayanam...thanks 10