Life, Musings, Misadventures, Epiphanies by Arun Raj

Pretext: This poem is about the period of flux that our nation is experiencing today. A humble attempt at capturing the theatre of the yudhbhumi - a clean & strong India . This poem is dedicated to the indefatigable spirit of many of my friends, the volunteers of the Aam Aadmi Party & all my fellow Indians who seek a better India.  Sharpen your courage, strengthen your arms! There is a fire blazing – insatiable, unrelenting. Can you smell the fear - rats running amuck, snakes spewing venom! There is a throbbing in the air - an uprising is here. The ground beneath has broken. Pale in fear, There is a sullen horde, running for cover. Pale in fear, with pared strides – their quiver, our pride. When it started, a few men had the audacity - to question. Today we have the fist - to break bad. Time has come – now, we take back our nation! The water cannons, the guns, the lathis – could not stop An idea - whose time has come. An idea abo...

I danced until my heart cried Praying wings for my feet – they pained. Awaited now the flight. ~ Arun Raj ~

I bathed in the light of a thousand candles. To yellow to white and to gas I turned. And now free of my body at last; I can fly beyond my human boundaries cast. ~ Arun Raj ~ March 16, 2010 Image Credits - Richard R Young

I spread my hands and feel the breeze. To fly, I wish to every GOD I know; ‘With this passing gale take me along, and tease Me with streams of air as chilled as snow. Where humming birds and hunting hawks Stray ever so free into the limitless enclose. The sky I wish to talk to it so, closely and near That, a fall to the floor becomes an insignified fear.’ I spread my hands and feel the breeze. I sit and wish to a passer by – a lady. Beautiful and starkly angelic at first sight Could look at me and shine a gaily Smile; that would flight me off to the pearly gates. Where blessed souls and winged spirits Flow with graceful movements - an elegant sight. With her to sail on the sparkly waters of virgin seas Devoid of destinations and directing pleas. I sit and wish to a passer by – a lady. I hold my lover’s hands – in rousing bliss. First drops of rain on her blushing cheek Roll with a flaunted cheer in its splashing and drips Off her chin into my palm. As if a thousand kisses Bequeath on ...