Winged Words Fly In Search Of Poetic Heart Poem by Ramdas Bhandarkar

Poet is like a gorgeous unknown bird,
not he can write always, mired-
in the ashes of thought, flying into Sun,
he succeeds in freeing himself,

The one who is in search of truth,
but not in search of words,
when mind conditioned to ecstasy,
winged words fly in search of poetic heart!

Reverberations of his own fevered pulse
He dreams of a regenerate world,
Imagining the world will follow him,
under the blue sky, he finds himself alone.

Alone but surrounded by his creations;
like an artist, meet the supreme sacrifice.
The impossible has been achieved;
unbound by time, for ages the song expands,
warming hearts, penetrating all minds.

More the ever expanding circumference fades away;
At center, light of life glows like burning gaseous cloud.
In the great inner most core of the universe,
soul's golden bird dance in unison, spreading wings

There it is forever dawn, forever peace,
harmony and communion, practice
renouncing meager mundane desires
No hardships look hard to seeker of peace

Man does not look in to space in vain;
He in search of light and warmth.
not to fill the bucket which he one day will kick,
but for his inner being, the spirit of space.

Burning desire is to burn with ecstasy,
commerge his little flame with that of universe.
He meets the angels with wings,
from them he relay messages of peace.

flying high looking at far seeing light,
he murmurs like bee that drunk nectar,
harmony and radiance from worlds beyond,
he chants hymns of universal brotherhood

The brotherhood is not in thinking alike,
nor in acting alike, but in aspiring to praise creation.
when he sheds his outer opaque appearance,
the light of inner peace radiated all around!