The Memoir- Of a Lost Soul and Winter
In the prelude to another cold night
Long ago, in November, at a dark hour of twilight
When leafless stood all trees. . . . . .
Branches frozen in their quest to touch the sky
Oh! Then the flamingoes too ceased to fly. . .
By the chilling winter gale as came floating a Cry
-A piercing scream confiding in the Night-
How her birth had finally begun her Fight!
Trespassing from the verge of Divinity on Transience
The Creator Lord had enclosed her Soul. . . . . .
Deep within the Flesh, and bound her to Mortality
In submission to His Oneness, promising her return to Eternity
He summoned her to depart, to be escorted by Affinity
“That she finally landed on Earth, blessed with innocence...”
Oh, fireflies even heard her tale, nodding in credence!
Once on Earth, the Ever-Loving didn’t forsake her
By His decree the angels hovered always near. . . .
A hundred dawns she woke up to soon,
When, through realms of Vision, she warmed to the Radiance
The lure of Ethereality rendered her Creed evanescence.
Being numbed by illusions to the pangs of Conscience,
Yet the Soul strove hard, dreading she might get too far. . .
For memories of the Divine Oaths were reviving all sheer!
And the voices in her head kept getting stronger
Led astray from true Faith could she survive longer?
All on a sudden November appeared so bleak. . . .
When, before the scrutiny of Reason, her dreams fled.
What Fairy Tale was before corroded into a vicious façade!
Even the primeval Cedars hadn’t seen in a decade. . .
Such writhing of Soul in repentance of an unknown Blunder!
Her ordeals lingered through nights, unending and colder….
Perhaps the sinister Raven too lamented at daybreaks. . .
How Nightingales no more sang of rebirth at her wake!
Yet when a capricious wind carried the voice of an acolyte…
To the blackness of Night she no longer hid her incredulity!
Beneath a starless heaven, thus her Resolve attained clarity
On bent knees, indebted to Him, as she prostrated to Almighty
Oh, how she pleaded for salvation from the Devil’s wreck!
By the sinless Moon, she had sworn her Faith to Heaven’s sake!
In abandonment of her dwelling of the Dark
She has finally escaped to where no devils lurk. ...
Where the blazing Sun forever fights the Gloom!
Shaded by the canopy of Cedars, on her quest to Light,
Her companions are the angelic Nightingales in flight.
And until the path of Redemption meets her sight,
The epilogue lies engraved stark on wintry cedar barks:
“She must fight her Battle against a world of Evil and the Dark!”
- 27/12/2010
i guess u r a soul hunter....a true torch bearer of the famous sayings "know thyself"
ReplyDeleteThank you :)....keep up with my posts. that'll inspire me !
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