XLI
Mending broken hearts lists human inpossibilities
Alone thy invisible hands can interfere and innovate
Time heals all wounds leaving behind the scars
But the pain persists and accompanies to the grave
XLII
Grave is not the last shelter, it's a green room where
The old make up is removed and a new one mounted
To present a different character of an untold story
With the climax and the anticlimax as you decide
XLIII
The attire of human character you weave meticulously
With the warp and weft of virtues and evils conspicously
Without concious detriment to the laws of creativity
But sometimes goes coarse culminating in disharmony
XLIV
I have been longing to taste the essence of sublimity
That is filled in your love like the nectar in blossoms
It's thy touch that beautifies and thy glance that glorifies
Combine to process the essence of truth and love
XLV
I search you everywhere with earnest resolution
You cause my eager eyes behold thy exqusite form
Where the day bird spreads it's colourful wings
In the western sky and flies away into it's nest, the night
The attire of human character... love like the nectar in blossoms... and flies away into it's nest, the night... Lovely expressions indeed, beautiful work, this Rudraksha
Poet's quest to experience God's power and grace continues! Those lines " grave is not the last..........as you decide" is reminiscent of the Geeta lines " The soul changes body like we change our soiled clothes" depicting the eternal nature of Atma. Good verses.
Thank you Ramadas. We search God everywhere but we can see Him in every beauty like that when the bird of day spreads its wings and fly away in to its next of night. Death ilike that takes us to the dark regions and like the sunrise takes a birth
Grave is not the last shelter, it's a green room where The old make up is removed and a new one mounted Excellent.......The Rudraksha is making its presence felt most effectively........10
Thank you very much Geeta Menon. I am happy that you have gone through and appreciated the poem.without any hesitation to give a high rating.
Grave is not the last shelter, it is the green room where the old make up is removed and the new one mounted. Beautiful words describing the death and rebirth
I admire and appreciate this poem as much in my second reading as I did in my first. An excellent piece of poetry. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This poem dealing with the power of the Almighty, the question of death and rebirth, the incessant search after God all are beautifully dealt here in this Rudraksha. All the quatrains under this title are indeed valuable beads presenting certain profound thoughts. I enjoy reading them! A sure 10
Thank you very much Valsa George. As my curiocity increases to know more about God and his relation with beauty and truth I become weightless and feel like flying everywhere to spot out the real beauty and crystal clear truth