MIRACLES AND THE DARK
There were those who wished death for me;
wished I would vanish step by step and not come back alive.
Scathed by the venom and the dart
I was all distraught
The thorn lodged deep in the heart,
and I was deaf and dumb in despair.
That was just a glimpse of what the world could do
if given a leeway to invade my world.
And that glimpse grew and swallowed me;
I could not see a Third Eye watching,
trying desperately hard to reach out and speak.
I, in my blindness did not see the love far greater than the venom that spread, subtle and deep.
It was a miracle that love could reach
a sinking soul and its agony,
the moments when the darkness magnifies all the seeds of ignorance and deadly ills,
were manifesting in a grievous certainty of the doom, killing all that was worth preserving in me.
The forces of hostile armies rallied
and arrayed on both sides and the world watched in glee
an isolated being
dying step by step. That too was a glimpse of how hostilities, unwarranted lurking in the dark,
suddenly seize the frail chance
of striking and venting the rancour nursed inside for long.
Your voice came riding over the crest of the tide.
That too was a glimpse
of how the divinity can manifest in the dark
when the world seems bleak and apocalyptic, stark
and the forces reign
of the hostile inlux of the satanic sparks.
The hours of such dark
have come and gone time and again.
each visit in the past, leaving behind indelible scars.
And yet i am vulnerable and raw, unequal to the challenges thrown with no warning.
This rawness, this vulnerability , is the hardest test i have to give
again and again in life and I fail
in spite of triumphs all around.
There were those who wished death for me;
wished I would vanish step by step and not come back alive.
Scathed by the venom and the dart
I was all distraught
The thorn lodged deep in the heart,
and I was deaf and dumb in despair.
That was just a glimpse of what the world could do
if given a leeway to invade my world.
And that glimpse grew and swallowed me;
I could not see a Third Eye watching,
trying desperately hard to reach out and speak.
I, in my blindness did not see the love far greater than the venom that spread, subtle and deep.
It was a miracle that love could reach
a sinking soul and its agony,
the moments when the darkness magnifies all the seeds of ignorance and deadly ills,
were manifesting in a grievous certainty of the doom, killing all that was worth preserving in me.
The forces of hostile armies rallied
and arrayed on both sides and the world watched in glee
an isolated being
dying step by step. That too was a glimpse of how hostilities, unwarranted lurking in the dark,
suddenly seize the frail chance
of striking and venting the rancour nursed inside for long.
Your voice came riding over the crest of the tide.
That too was a glimpse
of how the divinity can manifest in the dark
when the world seems bleak and apocalyptic, stark
and the forces reign
of the hostile inlux of the satanic sparks.
The hours of such dark
have come and gone time and again.
each visit in the past, leaving behind indelible scars.
And yet i am vulnerable and raw, unequal to the challenges thrown with no warning.
This rawness, this vulnerability , is the hardest test i have to give
again and again in life and I fail
in spite of triumphs all around.
