With the tantrum of tides
on the verge of swallowing the sky
For the memoirs of infinite tests
Of the undying core protocols
Of its unknown, yet alive promises
That counts for the essence of every existence
Alas! The pulchritudinous voyage to it’s milestone
Thy! says, the pragmatic pristine call of the universe
Of finding it’s own joy to be re –catapult
For it is ready to answer the unquestionable
Breaking the silence of time immemorial
Challenged and massacred by the butcher’s dwell
That the time is teeming lava
Gulping the plethora of human virtues
For the judgement day is to be witnessed
All heading towards the gathering
Wherein the ultimate sink will witness
The climactic of catastrophical havoc
For it’s the cold –restart
Celebrating the greatest of festivity
The glory of the origin
For the burden of universe
Is ready to slumber for a cold restart
The ultimate call of the wrap is in the air
Ready to blast for a ballistic joy
For now the sweet nectar of holiest GITA
Poisoned with the heartless,ruthless time
Is swaping the GITA-QURAN-BIBLE and all
To the holiest glory of Veda
For the fragrance of aura
Is in the entirety of void merging with infinite
It’s the sigh! Of the breath of the dying universe
Where the sky and earth are shedding the tears of blood
Least known of the shades of tears
For the dilemma of illusion still holds
For the words are flying to escape from the burning bible
To breathe the virginity
in the enlightenment of the origin
ready to dance to the flame of the burning bible.
The poem poses the general reader a somewhat difficult task as regards everyday linguistic accessibility and engagement. All of us being neophytes in matters of theological/religious discourse need a ” way in ” to be able to explore and comprehend at a very basic level the subtleties and layers of allegorical allusions with which this work abounds. Unfortunately as a work exposed to public view and therefore interpretation it appears weighed down by its own gravitas.