Reflections and shadows
In this dusk of Friday
Church-bell slaps six times on the TIME.
Colorful lights twinkling in row along the Urumea
River
Image of moon undulates in Urumea's waves
And, a piece of cloud chuckles upon him.
Oh lady! From the country of birds and shadows
Your smile is sacrosanct like the snow-capped
mountain
Dip you scars of melancholy into the holy waves
Shove it toward the bay of Concha
A lad has come from the lap of Himalaya
Says- Life is only ascendance toward the height"
Oh lad! Having sweet voice like the luscious dates
Remember! Heights are not everlasting
Once they raise and again they crumble down
Life is better reflected with these waves of Urumea.
A Mohammedan from the country of dates and camels
Fondles his beard with twinkling eyes, and heralds-
"Identity of human kind can be alive only in
religion"
Oh adherent of religion! Why the cleric is not out
of greed?
Love of all humankind is not the widest religion?
Just the cleric is back from his prayer at the
Church
But the mellifluous-voiced lady from the country of
Pyramid of Moon
Isn't sacrosanct and immaculate than the cleric?
Few yellow leaves are floating over Urumea
Life is just like these yellow leaves
That has to mingle into the Northern Sea one day
We have pasted the cosmetic of identities in our
faces and names
Nobody prefer them named -caterpillar, snail or
jackal
Bhishma, Martin, Maria, Ahmed, Crystal…Wow! How pretty
names!
But, our narrowed souls covered by a piece of black
curtain
Despite echoing the holy verses of Geeta, Bible,
Quran and Dhammapad every morning
Rather than smiling with small ray of light
Why prefer scraping healing wound of the past and
befall in pain?
One day!
We have to disappear into the eternity
Like these leaves flowing toward the ocean
O lady! From the land of nightingale and shadows
Why this melancholy?
Come! Let's flow together
Like these waves! These floating leaves!
Under the twilight of a crescent -moon
In search of light-hearted souls… incessantly….
San Sebastian, Spain
February 25, 2012
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