The Mystical

I yearned for a glimpse of the mystical

And came to me

A lion

Playful and majestic!

He bid me to ride on his back

And took me to the meadows

Where we played

Like children

Immersed in innocence!

We played and played

And I laughed and laughed

Till the chimes of my alarm clock

Woke me up!

 

But then

I yearned again for a glimpse of the mystical

And came to me

A blue butterfly

Enormous, radiating with an otherworldly aura

It flew around in my room

Till it grew tired

Then

It chose to rest next to me

On the same pillow that I slept on!

Of course

I watched over it

Till the chimes of my alarm clock

Woke me up!

 

Then, I took the time to sit and think

I have read that the mystical cannot be experienced

By our senses

I have read that the mystical borders the unknown

I have read that the mystical does never reveal itself

I have read that the mystical is a path

Meant only for the tenacious!

I can help it not

I am made not of tenacity

Yet

I keep thirsting for the mystical

Why

If the aim of life is to use its given opportunity

To make ourselves perfect individuals

Pray

I shall do so

So that my thirst for the mystical gets quenched!

9 thoughts on “The Mystical

  1. tapeshwar

    Inspired to pen this poem, hoping verses too are akin to comments!

    MYSTICAL WAYS

    All mystical diversification
    Play supple
    An ethereal beauty
    on an unknown path,
    Suitor to inner peace, and
    its playfulness
    Yet
    of a bizzare kind
    glued to animated images
    Somewhere
    popping out of the air
    giving one more way
    for indulgence;
    A prayer
    to
    Our heart

    Regards

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