Quest

Where do i seek you, my fragrance,
For you entice me,
Letting me feel your distant glare,
Evoking in me, an insatiable urge,
To merge into oneness, with the
Realization that hallowed my previous births.

In the magical touch of your fingertips,
My life finds expression, for which
I yearn, and yearn...
May not the longing kill my soul,
May not the fire of quest,
Burn away my strings, before
You've enlivened the music in me.
May not the rumbling melody in my depths
Fuse in the death knell of your silence,
Shrinking my reach, to
The nothingness of a speck of time,
Marking the end of my beginning.

In the blooming dawns, taking birth
Under the wetness of dripping snow,
And the soft young waves;
In the myriad shades of night,
And the slobby days, which
Rush past, refusing to be kept track of;
In the tear drops, emanating
From the flooding memories,
And the sharp twinkle of
Shattered glass, which outshines
The completeness of the whole pane,
But defies its power of reflection.

The beam of light, i wonder
Was it meant to be captured,
Only to get confined to
A thousand crushed pieces,
When it could have portrayed
The visible truth and the beauty therein.

I pray, let this not be
The divine intention.

Lakshmi Dinesh
(Translated by me from Malayalam)