I see the blue hue of endlessness,
I see You there, Adi, Ananth, Limitless.
O Blue-Necked One, Destroyer Almighty!
Tell me why You can't turn emotions into ashes!!
O rattling Damroo, tied to a string of beads;
Why play like anger on His dancing grip
Why do You stir forgotten regrets
In the restless brain, breaking me to pieces?
I see the grey clouds swirling in the storm,
I see the Dark One dancing in whirls.
O Cowherd, behold! Preacher of Love!
Why can't You teach to endure the pain it causes?
O melancholy flute,
With a peacock feather on its tip;
Why do you play like pain on His fingertip?
Why do you bring tearful memories
That strings this heart, shatters it.
Does my agony amuse You?
Do my questions entertain
Do You know not answers I seek,
As I look into Your music for them?
Rustling winds, playing nature's tune
Bring me Your notes in the afternoon
Pitter-patter raindrops on the murky river,
Flirting with the earth, quenching the lover's thirst.
The music You play sometimes inflicts pain,
Sometimes it tries to heal the soul of the same.
What do You want? What do You sing
Is this what I want, what the soul seeks?
Your language feels difficult
To decipher and believe.
Understanding love, a hard truth to live.
Tears shed and emotions unsaid,
Sometimes the pain is a journey too,
One that takes me closer to You.
Then one fine day, when I rise above them
Pain and Love will cease to be the same,
You will be me, I will be You,
In the Enlightenment
That once set me apart from You.
~ Suranya
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