Friday, 20 March 2009

The search

The life
A short stay
A long search
For a list of things
Longer than itself
I too search
Like you
But without
Lists of any kind
For nothing but life!

The rays

The door opened;
Streams of rays
Dashed out incessantly;
Penetrating through-
And through, a ray
Reached her,
The very old sheen.

The commencement
Of transfigurations…

The ray radiant
Fell into her eyes,
Forming a single twinkle;
That became,
The corner star
Of the then created
Milky Way,
Stunningly luminous.

Keep ajar the heart
To emit the rays of joy!