Rendezvous With My Creator Poem by Manoshi Sinha

A world within a world,
Where emerged a celestial meadow,
Where the Gods danced in rhythm,
And I boogied to a divine hum.

The movements were surreal
And optics unfathomable and profound.
What followed was a tryst with my author
My creator, my source, my origin.

I asked - ‘Can the dead come back to life? '
From amid the dancing shadows echoed a voice,
‘She is eternal in your being'.
Swiftly she appeared like a breeze from nowhere,
Draped in bright glow and mystic weave,
She was never so mesmeric and divine.

I gazed, I shuddered, I wailed.
She smiled, she spoke no words,
Our eyes met amid the divine hullabaloo.
She offered me a bowl full of ‘Amrit';
I took, I gulped till the last drop.
I closed my eyes for a fraction of a second.

The celestial world disappeared
It was a ride in deep slumber!