The Light House

This poem is a sequel to the previous Simoni’s poem – Faith, Hope and Love –
http://criativ-mind.blogspot.com/2011/07/faith-hope-and-love.html

THE LIGHT HOUSE

Suddenly woken up from deep sleep,
Simoni found himself in between a sandstorm!
It was pitch dark night,
Sparkling sky, with twinkling stars,
Silently gazing on the show below!

From nowhere had the fiery sandstorm come!
Not an object to stand,
All strewn hither and thither!
The crumbled letters of love,
The dagger, the flute, the paint brush.
All flew in air, strewn over places!
All lost years back from the stranded caravan,
Now being dug up from deep beneath the dunes of sand!

All was in topsy-turvy.
Simoni could not stand straight,
Was he put to his knees by the ruthless wind,
The ruthless storm!

Remembered Simoni all of a sudden
He had to reach the distant land of Andrea,
To see the Sun!
He had to make his destiny,
Walk his path,
To his dream land of Andrea!

Perplexed by the crushing storm,
In between the stormy air
Of abandonment, heartbreak,
Indifference and wickedness,
All around hopelessness and pain,
Simoni looked on to his trees –
Faith, Hope and Love,
Gazed hi in askance to them!

In unison, did sing in chorus,
The Faith, Hope and Love –
“Hold on to your dream,
Don’t get swayed by the illusion of the storm,
Head ahead to the land of Andrea,
You Beautiful Soul!”

And lo!
In the darkness pitch black,
Of the maddened night,
Laid a steady streak of light,
From the Faith, Hope and Love,
Paving a calm, sturdy and defiant path to Andrea!
Simoni set on to his journey,
Like a light house was there strong straight and tough,
His Faith, Hope and Love,
Showing him the way to
The legendary city of Andrea!

The heavens joined in the enterprise!
The veteran stars up there
Like constellations of light houses,
Were twinkling with renewed brightness,
Showing Simoni his way!

Among the veterans were
The love of art,
The love for love,
The passion for knowledge,
The perseverance of focused
And un-daunted pursuit for finesse,
In a domain, an art, or a vocation!
Also was the pride of originality,
The urge to create!

Of the long gone caravan,
The mortal lovers, friends and brethrens,
Had all perished not withstanding
The ruthless storm of time!

Only what remained were
Those immortal twinkling veterans,
Like steady light houses,
Giving strengths to passing travelers
Of the likes of Simoni,
Who were alive to achieve a victory for the mankind!
Who were alive to carve out their destiny!

Beautifully the cosmic light houses,
In the heart of the ruthless storms,
In the wilderness of thousands of sand dunes,
Guided Simoni steady and strong,
To his beloved city of Andrea!

The wicked storm watched with amazement!
Not one hair of Simoni was touched,
Amidst all commotion everywhere,
Was he guarded by the veterans,
From the kingdom of the Gods!

Walking his magical journey,
Simoni realized-
Only what was real and eternal,
Was the spirit – his veterans – the mystic lighthouses!
All the rest was just a passing illusion,
Winnowing ups and downs,
Pushes and pulls,
In the anxiety of the temporal storm!

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