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.
