Indigenous Illusions

by SWAPNIL SAWANT   Nov 8, 2004


My Soul Says.

“Life is a flower” they say
Then why is it colorless to me??
I say, My Friend, Life still has the color
You have bleached it with your anger.

It asks again,
“ Life is a piano with keys of joy and sorrow”
Then where Have The Keys Gone Away
I reply,
The keys are there, waiting for the melody to be played,
But Your Eyes are Closed And You Are Frozen With Your Hands Folded,

Still it asks
“Why Does the sand Of Joy turn In The Hardened clay?”
My Dear friend
The sand is Wetted By The Tears You shed,
The Clay Becomes tougher, the More sorrow is bred

My Questions have Not Ended it says
Where do I find Fun?
Why doesn’t the sun shine anymore?
Where is the beautiful light of the moon?
Why does joy give way to sorrow, soon?
Why is there darkness all around?
Where has my aim vanished?
I say
Fun Is All Around You
But, The Indigenous Illusions of sorrow hide it from you
The sun is shinning as Bright As ever
But So-called sorrow has pulled a cover
The Moon Still enlightens the soul
But “this monster” eclipses it
The sorrow reminds you have to achieve joy.
Closing the windows of your mind
How do you ask for joy?
And… The quick sand of sorrow clings on to the aim

Open the windows and feel the life
Open your, Eyes open your mind
Did you see the bright, the blinding light
It is your soul, so pristine, so beautiful,
Do you smell the fire?
It is your passion
Do feel the waves rising high?
It is your spirit
Do you feel the warmth?
It your kindness
Do you feel the joy??
Well, it is joy.
Yet something feels overshadowing them all
Yes it your aim.
It says,
Look out of the window and see the children play
Don’t you want their innocence in you to stay?
The river of sorrow floods your thoughts away
Burn it dry, with determination all the way.
The shore tries to limit you
The waves of your ecstatic spirit, a new shore drew,
Anger gulfs you and sensibility
With CALMNESS you abridge the gap.
The indigenous illusions are no more
With pride, to new heights you sore
The eagle, the mountain, the skies
All look in surprise,
From the gulch of sadness
To such heights you rise.
YES THIS IS YOU, THE TRUE YOU

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