My Soliloquy

In the deep solitude of splendidness that reverberated in the very valleys of Indus where originated the eternal art of seeking into the self nudging the creation of civilization at its behest, there I nail my unquenchable yearning to know ...the great philosophy of my nation vibing in it.

In the hermitage of soil that is made souls where syllable sang primordial bliss of existence, I am gifted with words enthralling with a generation who were enlightened burning in the flame of their own self-actualization. My land, I honour my inheritance of everything beautiful that I comprehend abstract and concrete, painful and joy and everything I take pride. 

Into the pining thirsty lips of oysters of every single matter of this cosmos, when the unequivocal silence broke in as a big bang on and flew down as ecstasy that manifested the now. When time, the supreme consciousness rejoiced in it. I ask that omnipotence a potion of its contentment as mine.

I realise the unconditional love of that universal mind is dormant in every atom I see. I am astonished at the immense power of such an unimaginable love making God particles alive. My poems let them unleash and I believe when rhythm beat and notations with movement blends synchronizes it evokes giant waveform of love that heals ...every vice, every evil, every pandemic.

Let my words seep in every mind as new blossoms and sprouts of spring, when I go into deep contemplation of my thoughts. Let the forest, the farmlands, the plains, the riverbeds, the hills, oceans and moon of our milky way rewrite the equations that pertain and persist in the word deciphering it as peace and harmony.