Michel Simoni with all his moments of
Creativity and Toil –
Busy creating Novelty,
In Idea and work!
Seeps down into
The Zone of Solace!
The Zone which is so special,
Where his mind stops,
And heart takes over!
When there is no action, no doing
Just Being, just in-action!
Where he starts
Thinking and feeling
Experiencing and enjoying
Through his sense of being –
His entire body,
His presence, his memories,
His thoughts, his ideas,
His imaginations, his gratitude!
His love and his pains!
Deep in the darkness,
All alone, with eyes closed,
Sits he in trance.
Invokes he his inspirations,
His love and longing,
His fulfillment about what he has,
His aspirations, desires and dreams!
Feels he the strong attraction
To the fulfillment of his dream!
To the world when he will be no more,
In blood and flesh,
But will always be immortal,
In his sculptures, his songs, his poems!
He with profound silence,
Winnowing in his deep breath,
Expresses he, his heartfelt gratitude,
For being alive!
He hugs his heart, kisses his mind
And thanks with deep emotions,
For being the way they are!
Calls he the human legacy,
Left by his lineage,
Left by the civilizations great!
As footprints on the sands of time,
Since thousands of years before his arrival,
To the scheme of things!
Hugs them he with a grateful heart!
Thanks he them for being there always for him
For drawing strength and inspiration!
With head bowed down,
Expresses he with lowly heart,
His veneration and reverence,
To the Nature and its mysterious ways!
For churning out the evolution of this universe,
Its stones, mud, air, water, and the various forms of Life!
Far away eons apart,
With brimming eyes of affection,
With surrendered heart,
Blesses he those Most Beautiful Eyes,
For being part of his soul,
Births after births,
Incarnations one after other
Spreading across eternity!
His inspiration for life!
He is alone in that pristine zone,
No one to distract his trance!
His most precious possession that is!
Which only death to hide!
Today he might be broke,
He might be alone.
Youth and riches all gone by,
With the passage of years.
All youthful shine,
Might be crumbling gradually
In the wrinkles of his countenance,
World might be changing
Towards greater and greater
Degree of indifference!
But he smiles and sits in peace,
With his eyes shut,
Cherishing his zone of solace!
For he knows,
Richer he than the Emperors of the worlds,
Fear has he none,
For his gem – his zone,
None can snatch,
Neither it can rust,
Not it can age!
Brimming with Passion,
With inspiration, life and sheen!
Sinks Michel Simoni,
Into his seducing trance,
Away from the world,
Deep into his own –
His zone of solace!
[More poems of Michel Simoni -
http://criativ-mind.blogspot.com/search/label/SIMONI%20SERIES ]
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Creativity and Toil –
Busy creating Novelty,
In Idea and work!
Seeps down into
The Zone of Solace!
The Zone which is so special,
Where his mind stops,
And heart takes over!
When there is no action, no doing
Just Being, just in-action!
Where he starts
Thinking and feeling
Experiencing and enjoying
Through his sense of being –
His entire body,
His presence, his memories,
His thoughts, his ideas,
His imaginations, his gratitude!
His love and his pains!
Deep in the darkness,
All alone, with eyes closed,
Sits he in trance.
Invokes he his inspirations,
His love and longing,
His fulfillment about what he has,
His aspirations, desires and dreams!
Feels he the strong attraction
To the fulfillment of his dream!
To the world when he will be no more,
In blood and flesh,
But will always be immortal,
In his sculptures, his songs, his poems!
He with profound silence,
Winnowing in his deep breath,
Expresses he, his heartfelt gratitude,
For being alive!
He hugs his heart, kisses his mind
And thanks with deep emotions,
For being the way they are!
Calls he the human legacy,
Left by his lineage,
Left by the civilizations great!
As footprints on the sands of time,
Since thousands of years before his arrival,
To the scheme of things!
Hugs them he with a grateful heart!
Thanks he them for being there always for him
For drawing strength and inspiration!
With head bowed down,
Expresses he with lowly heart,
His veneration and reverence,
To the Nature and its mysterious ways!
For churning out the evolution of this universe,
Its stones, mud, air, water, and the various forms of Life!
Far away eons apart,
With brimming eyes of affection,
With surrendered heart,
Blesses he those Most Beautiful Eyes,
For being part of his soul,
Births after births,
Incarnations one after other
Spreading across eternity!
His inspiration for life!
He is alone in that pristine zone,
No one to distract his trance!
His most precious possession that is!
Which only death to hide!
Today he might be broke,
He might be alone.
Youth and riches all gone by,
With the passage of years.
All youthful shine,
Might be crumbling gradually
In the wrinkles of his countenance,
World might be changing
Towards greater and greater
Degree of indifference!
But he smiles and sits in peace,
With his eyes shut,
Cherishing his zone of solace!
For he knows,
Richer he than the Emperors of the worlds,
Fear has he none,
For his gem – his zone,
None can snatch,
Neither it can rust,
Not it can age!
Brimming with Passion,
With inspiration, life and sheen!
Sinks Michel Simoni,
Into his seducing trance,
Away from the world,
Deep into his own –
His zone of solace!
[More poems of Michel Simoni -
http://criativ-mind.blogspot.com/search/label/SIMONI%20SERIES ]
______________________________________________
Copy Right © All rights reserved - Samrat Kar
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