SPRING’S NEW  SURPRISE

Tonight I will surprise you with a new silence

from my soul

that will rush thro’ your  heart’s half open door,

letting it in to storm your feelings with a wind profound

from sanctum of an ancient lore to fill you with

haloed spaces from love’s silent gore,

lighting your spirit to sparkles of pure delight

burning still more and  more ;

opening up  the last remaining door

behind the wall of flesh standing

as an old tattered  temple, too insecure ;

where we will just stand like two stupid hearts

like two taut strings of a guitar,

played on and on in tune with a night raga

by hands of an insistent wind in uproar ,

with music rising from souls’ vast enchanted shore ;

desiring to capture the highs and lows of love

in various shades green, white and  lavender ;

turning each emerging smile into a wonder ;

each froth of your hate into a bead for rosary

of a new soulful faith without religion’s ire ,

each unconcern into  a pearl of white desire,

each wisp of dull air, into a sweet flame --

where there will be neither you nor me

but just a spectre of an enlightening fire.

@copy right : saroj k. padhi / 12.02.15