VORTEX

The petals of your soul open

Like plumes of a colourful bird

Where I sit like a drop from a stray drizzle

In wait for salvation to a bard—

Caught in the vortex of conflicting tides

Of inescapable emotion ;

Raised by infinite stretch of a virile imagination,

On the wings of a wind blowing

From your love’s sweet reflection ;

I know I will dry up soon

Like desires getting fulfilled slowly in heart

Of a morning forest under a penetrating Sun--

To beam with handfuls of rays dancing

On  each leaf waiting  for the celestial fun

To merge, to mingle and mesmerize the self

Before vanishing into the glory of ether

Without the burden of worries or agonies

And burning without the slightest dither ;

But before that let me be the author

Of the lines of my own redeeming prayer,

In a language common to all mortals

In its depth, beauty and eternal glare .

@copy right: saroj k. padhi/ 13/03/15