Glimpses Of Hope

Last remnants of my dying hope passionately composed a divine prayer,

That flew past my accumulated karma and massive unkempt heaps of sensual desires.

Amidst imaginary personas waiting to be validated by half-wit troglodytes -

"Believe in yourself, Come out my unvanquished intellect – oh! Why do you still hide?"

I'm indigenous to this land of pain, then why does suffering seem anonymous to my senses,

"React not my mind – for in life – you give more than what you can ever take!

Stand up tall! Pick your soul up and stand proud on your feet,

And let your tears flow free, through those fissures visible across your hope, attachment and logic."

Attachment – Ah! Yes – I was told that's the cradle for fear – and I thought that was just a sermon!

Having sacrificed my desires and longings, now I feel lighter to be a servant of the Divine Will!

And then I tell myself: "For you – who has lost every definition of self, losing self completely now – is a boon",

For this emptiness keeps my boat light and afloat – with me at its helm, as I dance on the tides of my doom!

And then, a few milestones later, when the twilight hits – we will sit and introspect again,

As two tired old friends – my mind and body – reminiscing of the storms that we boldly faced,

This dialogue would be unspoken, guilt-free and content – an introspection while on a serene pilgrimage,

Day by day, embracing reality, murdering poignant memories, forgiving foes, and waiting to be taken.