The Sage

 

Many-many years ago,

A sage was meditating

on a Himalayan peak,

Majestic dales and solitary vales around

all aglow with the divine streak,

Though the bird chirped songs

and rain poured down in throngs;

In winters, icy cold storms blew

and snow around and over him rue;

In autumn wind-fallen leaves

sailed down with slumberous tumble,

and fruits ripe fell proudly,

adventurously for a juicy pleasant crumble;

In spring, wild flowers fully unfurled

their fragrance and smile,

and honey-bees engaged in

down-to-dusk toil;

Summer’s warm days sprayed

Desultory, eerie uneasiness around,

And cool nights proudly embraced

this son with soul heaven-bound,

But he never changed

from his meditative path.

Then on an autumn full moon night,

A fairy was flying amid milky delight,

Her maidenly circles in the air

found the seer in sight,

But even her laughter

and the rustle of her

unbelievably soft dress failed to

break the spell of the engrossed sage,

His exquisitely masculine physique and personage,

Created tempted sparks on her magic stick,

She tried all juicily leering feminine trick,

But her desire-lorn curves in the air

Brought only pearly tears in those eyes fair,

Helplessly she came down,

and sat in front of him

with those rose-red lips pursed in a

heart-breaking frown,

 

Her nymphatic eyes were lost

in the handsome sculptural face,

On it there was not a single worldly trace,

Mesmerized!

She lost the sense of night’s flight!

Next day!

The sun rose with full earthly delight,

Her eyes ogled at it terrified,

The hope to return to her realm died,

She’d broken the law of her place,

by not returning the same night

after that brief terrestrial, nocturnal brace,

The realization crashed at her

like a thunderbolt!

Her utmost sensuous bare shoulders

heaved under the tremors of this fault,

A heart-rending shriek escaped her throat,

And serenely flowing meditative phase

met this sinful, fullstopping dot,

His communion with the divinity broken,

and his aeonically closed eyes opened,

Even flora-fauna realized

something terrible had happened,

His fiercely burning eyes

stared at the petalous flower in sobs and sighs,

Her large flooded eyes pleaded for mercy,

But fire in his eyes was unforgivingly cursey,

His fabric of serenity was torn,

He thundered,

‘Become an ugly bush of thorn!’

Mowed down by the spell of his cursing energy,

an ugly bush stood in place of those

beautiful limbs that kissed the air,

All shaken and ravaged he left the place,

A thorn branch, meanwhile, got entangled

in his loin cloth

as if for some meek, pleading brace.

He but scornfully jerked it apart,

and headed to some other place

for a new start,

Seasons then changed,

Spring’s colorful patterns were rearranged;

Summer’s warm kisses melted the snows;

Autumn’s harvest fell to the air’s chiding blows;

Winter’s snowy blanket covered the peaks;

Rains lashed down in stormy freaks,

But this pleasant wavering of nature

couldn’t shake the sage

from his meditative maze,

There faraway down the hills,

The accursed bush

shrouded in thorny haze,

struggled to sprout fruits and flowers,

How can something having a fairy core

remain thorny and ugly for too long?

Her beautiful soul entombed

in that thorny shrine prayed with penance,

Lo! A flower of her fruits sprout forth,

It was the day when the enlightened sage

arrived there from the north,

Contended with his cosmic realization

he came down the beautiful dale,

Passed as he that bush, his purified soul

sensed the shrub’s throaty wail,

His feet disobeyed him and didn’t move,

The flower fell at his feet,

in holy-most obeisance and greet,

He picked it up

and was lost in its beautiful smell,

What contradiction! Both exist together:

Flowery heaven and the thorny hell,

The latter due to his cursing condemnation,

The flower due to the beauty behind thorny bars,

Nasty worldly realization it was!

Hadn’t he broken the beautifully set laws?

He bid penance at the altar for a long time,

His repenting self set around a reformative chime,

When his soul had’n salvaged of the sin,

Nobody could bet against her for a win.

There she blossomed out in front of him,

Beauty, charm and grace filled to the brim,

Her smile was forgetting and forgiving,

Inside the stony walls of his heart,

a new luminosity was now thriving,

And the elevated sage embraced her,

She who had’n separated from her loved ones

got the earthling she had fallen for,

Happiness, bliss and calm opened a new door

to the start of a new cycle of life, love and humanity.

All but the sage had’n extinguished by cataclysm,

The lone and forlorn survivor, he had’n tonking

at the doors of heaven with his questions,

Now they lived as a husband and wife,

New hopes, aspirations and offsprings

began to thrive!

Thus were sown the seeds of

another spell and cycle of life,

As their unchecked love in those

flowery vales left countless, exotic trails,

Gurgling brooks gave company

to her primordially sensuous laughter,

His instinct’s procreating sprouts

mingled in the mirthful waters of her receptiveness.