PETALS   IN   PRAYER

Wounded, my petals droop into a darkness

pervading in the garden

 illumining

moments of hurts and  betrayal ;

lilting to touch of balm in soft palms

of flowers absorbed in an evening prayer,

spreading incense from invisible souls

that burn under mists of doubts’ thick layer;

raising questions about the possibility

of those bleeding hours of past being able

to redeem  themselves in a purifying fire !

Breaths of flowers under night’s bower

take on a strange white tinge

from the spectre of day’s fire

that burned coagulated blood

while raising a crucial speculation --

as to how and when  all our dreams will

merge into a certain  peace of earth’s mire

bringing an end to all forms desire !!

Flowers chuckle to tunes

of birds in silence composing soul’s

new songs of a rising smokeless fire,

the moon comes down to my palms

to declare the end of all hurts

and the birth of a new silence

from womb of noisy thoughts

propelling the sentient night

to bask under a real  meaningful moment

of awakening into the flames of

a silent desireless desire !!!

@copy right : saroj k. padhi/ 21.02.15