To wake up
To the feast of that bird singing
As the sun,
In a dazzling aura of bristling rays
Rises from the embrace of the receding night,
Is a rare blessing.
Tucked between closed curtains
I celebrate in silence,
Leaving my mind
And my heart to wander freely,
Drinking from that chalice of passionate warbling.
An explosion of newly found freedom!
A soul entranced.
Bathed in divine light,
A soul in ecstasy.
Rising from the age old ignorance
To the bloom of a new reality
And scattering fragments of thousand fettered lives.
Till now unknown.
New visions, unrestricted;
Who says that creation is merely a handful of scattered stars,
Hills and mountains,
A mug full of oceans and seas?
Not any more;
Here consciousness is not a prisoner
Tucked behind the prison bars of seeming reality.
Here freedom is free.
And a dance in the heart,
An explosion of songs,
And a wanton exhilaration.
New skies bloom
And Nature dances,
A soul is enlightened!
Wisdom has at last blossomed.
Who can read that singer's outburst?
What poet, strumming on the lyre of his poetical inspiration
Can match this extravaganza of melodies?
Oh love, words fail
To paint this explosion of gaiety and sounds,
Lights and colours.
Lost in listening,
I give up,
To be drowned in that outpouring
Of love, freedom and bliss.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem