Homing Poem by Anita Sehgal
Homing
Words string together to music make..
Lilting mystical melodies of times beyond time
Where no space exists
Barriers of past, present, future collapse..
Only Existence breathes
Each breathe a musical note….
Soft, haunting notes seep in to cause uneasy stirrings
rise to a crescendo - rapturous, heady, intoxicating
sharpening the yearnings to unravel mysteries of the beyond
My soul soars in a vain bid..
Like a fallen angel desperate to redeem
Faded memories of a celestial home beckon
For the moment I make do with the touch of the infinity,
a peep into the sacred
.. the longings pave the path back to the Source
One day, one day….
Only Existence breathes Each breathe a musical note…. Soft, haunting notes seep in to cause uneasy stirrings rise to a crescendo - rapturous, heady, intoxicating.... Deeply stirring lines
The other life beckons us. The source calls us back. Water rises s vapour to mingle with the clouds. So does our soul.. Lovely poem
Here is the home And here is the heaven And here are the knots of whole musical notes Played in the violin of life in different pressure touches that evoked the third symphony. and bagged new path.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 1:52:53 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A nice poetic imagination, Anita. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks.