Premavatara

lazy summer noon..

They take

slow swirls

in loving sky

mind calls them

eagles

Little kid

whispers

a summer breeze

all movement

stops

The moment

waits

breath replies

Father..

it breathes

please speak

please..are You

upset

with the last answer

..?

whose answer

i don’t know

what..can i say

i utter words

in the only way

i know

The warm breeze

gently circles

around

eyes see

it gather

in its airy arms

old flowers

from a withered

garland

n a sudden shower

in my lap

i jolt upright

hands gather..

in sheer delight

the old love

of an old Father

i hear

Father speak

Dearest child

See

these flowers wild

strung together

to adorn

this God’s form..

they make It

beautiful

to behold..

they make It

feel loved

and worshipped

all the more..

they make It

want to hold them

close to Its bosom..

these beautiful

sweet scented

delicate blossoms

but dear one

You

have to go

beyond form

Long is your journey

in this world

and beyond

If form is all

you see

this garland

you will

forever

carry

the burden

of these

weightless blossoms

dear child

you cant

even fathom

like a boulder

around the neck

these can pull

form down

to the bottom

of hell

Why!

Why observe anger!!

you ask me

kid..

What else

can empower you

to throw away

that Dearest to you

and still Love it

What else can

make you forget

who you are

take you beyond

who you are

Make you…who

You Are