My heart was weeping, but my lips were grinning
The ironies of life always made me a great thespian
The joyous moments are just an illusion,
The drama of pleasure and pain exists with evolution.
I wondered the reasons for my dysphoric fate
My quests for answers always lead me to a solitary state
Life as ever stood like an unsolved puzzle
Mere mortal I am, I agnised, when life became a tussle.
Thoughts appeared from nowhere to ignite my anguish
Those thoughts however could not make me languish
A spiritual odyssey through strait and constricted paths of mind
Searching liberation from traumas of life for humankind.
My aching heart and crying soul, sought divine guidance
Writhed thoughts untangled reflexively in silence
Now witness I am as I watch the divine’s ultimate abode
My body is now a shrine, there dwells the supreme Lord.
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A beautiful poem conveying your quest for spiritual peace. Excellent. Read mine............ “A Hymn to Him” or “My Religion”