The solitary traveler,
In robe blue,
White beard flowing down
As a fall of wisdom,
Winnowing on the passing breeze!
In the full moon night,
The path lit by the eternal fire,
Showing the way ahead,
Tread the man – the institution – the grace!
All alone he was,
With a song in his lips,
And Memories in his heart!
Fond and old..
Memories from distant lands,
Distant dreams and distant desires!
He was old,
Fragile and wrinkled.
But had he nurtured inside…
Deep inside in his self,
A young heart over-brimming with love,
Overflowing through eternity,
Ardent and passionate,
Love of his,
From the distant lands, the distant dreams,
That sparkling smile -
That avalanche of happiness!
Those Most Beautiful Eyes -
The life giving radiance of Morning Sun!
Those affectionate glance –
Like the drops of the first monsoon,
On the parching land!
He was on his solitary journey,
Along him was none,
All left behind,
Far away from him..
Beyond his mortal reach
In the realm of form….
Universe wanted it that way.
For he had to part,
Part from what he loved the most!
But, little did the stars know,
His love was beyond
The Constrained and constricted,
Realms of reality!
What appeared to be parted
Eons apart,
Was deep inside his heart,
Deep inside his thought,
Very much with him,
With every breath of his,
Swinging on the flowery hammock,
Caressing his being alive!
With him lived ever after,
As his own self,
Being part of his heart and Body,
Mind and Soul!
His love, his passion, his ardor, his reason to be alive –
Those Most Beautiful Eyes!
Imparting spark of life to his existence!
And Bravo!
His love, his passion, his longing,
Transcended the cage of his heart!
Broke the captivity of his mind,
The clutches of his soul, mind and body!
Got expressed that profound love,
In the form of his creations –
His poems, his sculptures, his songs!
World thought it was
Michel Simoni and his genius mind!
But the truth knew only him,
Not even the Gods!
It was only that long gone by memories,
Of The Most Beautiful Eyes,
That profound attraction,
The sacred love,
The pristine longing,
Purest in its form,
Un-touched and un-seen!
That divine force,
Just flowed through Michel Simoni!
He was just a medium,
Silent and surrendered –
As usual – To his most sacred love!
He was just channel!
The art was not his –
But that of the Angel,
With The Most Beautiful Eyes!
PS - This is my 3rd composition in the Simoni Series.
For the other poems of the same series, you may refer -
http://criativ-mind.blogspot.com/search/label/SIMONI%20SERIES
______________________________________________
Copy Right © All rights reserved - Samrat Kar
In robe blue,
White beard flowing down
As a fall of wisdom,
Winnowing on the passing breeze!
In the full moon night,
The path lit by the eternal fire,
Showing the way ahead,
Tread the man – the institution – the grace!
All alone he was,
With a song in his lips,
And Memories in his heart!
Fond and old..
Memories from distant lands,
Distant dreams and distant desires!
He was old,
Fragile and wrinkled.
But had he nurtured inside…
Deep inside in his self,
A young heart over-brimming with love,
Overflowing through eternity,
Ardent and passionate,
Love of his,
From the distant lands, the distant dreams,
That sparkling smile -
That avalanche of happiness!
Those Most Beautiful Eyes -
The life giving radiance of Morning Sun!
Those affectionate glance –
Like the drops of the first monsoon,
On the parching land!
He was on his solitary journey,
Along him was none,
All left behind,
Far away from him..
Beyond his mortal reach
In the realm of form….
Universe wanted it that way.
For he had to part,
Part from what he loved the most!
But, little did the stars know,
His love was beyond
The Constrained and constricted,
Realms of reality!
What appeared to be parted
Eons apart,
Was deep inside his heart,
Deep inside his thought,
Very much with him,
With every breath of his,
Swinging on the flowery hammock,
Caressing his being alive!
With him lived ever after,
As his own self,
Being part of his heart and Body,
Mind and Soul!
His love, his passion, his ardor, his reason to be alive –
Those Most Beautiful Eyes!
Imparting spark of life to his existence!
And Bravo!
His love, his passion, his longing,
Transcended the cage of his heart!
Broke the captivity of his mind,
The clutches of his soul, mind and body!
Got expressed that profound love,
In the form of his creations –
His poems, his sculptures, his songs!
World thought it was
Michel Simoni and his genius mind!
But the truth knew only him,
Not even the Gods!
It was only that long gone by memories,
Of The Most Beautiful Eyes,
That profound attraction,
The sacred love,
The pristine longing,
Purest in its form,
Un-touched and un-seen!
That divine force,
Just flowed through Michel Simoni!
He was just a medium,
Silent and surrendered –
As usual – To his most sacred love!
He was just channel!
The art was not his –
But that of the Angel,
With The Most Beautiful Eyes!
PS - This is my 3rd composition in the Simoni Series.
For the other poems of the same series, you may refer -
http://criativ-mind.blogspot.com/search/label/SIMONI%20SERIES
______________________________________________
Copy Right © All rights reserved - Samrat Kar
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