Many-many years ago,
A sage was meditating
on a Himalayan peak,
Majestic dales and solitary vales
around all aglow with 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 glew;
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 air
found the seer in sight,
But even her laughter
and the rustle of her
unbelievably soft dress failed to
break the spell of engrossed sage,
His exquisitely masculine physique and personage,
Created tempted sparks on her magic stick,
She tried all juicily leering feminal trick,
But her desire-lorn curves in 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 utmostly 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 flaura-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 off 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
on 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 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 and 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 anf 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 beautifully set laws?
He then penance at the altar for a long time,
His repenting self set around a reformative chime,
When his soul had’n salvaged off 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 loved ones
got the earthling she had fallen for,
Happiness, bliss and calm opened 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.
