I felt gloomy, last friday, for reasons only I can be. I had completed the trivial writing chores for the day, and was left with much free time. And that only depressed me more. Movies...music...virtual realities...nothing interested me; nothing did uplift me. I took a walk to a nearby tea shop, and even had an itch to smoke.
But as I sipped the tea, I sought my last resort, Rama.
I asked(read: pleaded) Him to make me happy. I asked Him to uplift my mind. I asked Him to give inspiration. And, know what? The Compassionate Rama did grant this speck more than what it wished...He gave Himself to me.
Yes! He inspired me to write poems. And not just that, He graciously allowed Himself to be captured through doodles—what I proudly flaunt as art, and am bold enough to share it you :-).
Now, my dear friends, behold His Grace!
When the effervescent sun was burning away the darkness,
The lethargic me was battling to be up from sleepiness.
As my uncouth mind was gravitating around worldliness,
The ignoble me was trying to remember His Holiness.
In such morning haziness,
I glimpsed the One, who is the epitome of nobleness.
I glimpsed the One, who is the embodiment of perfectness.
I was lying on a wooden cot,
Like a gullible drunkard.
Yet, I gleefully remember…
A portrait appearing out of nowhere;
The portrait of the One who is everywhere!
Clad in yellow and green,
Armed with bow and arrows that beam,
Gloriously stood my Illustrious Hero!
Adorable in bewitching blue,
Royal as ever in His own Hue.
Was it my dream?
Or just an obscure imagination?
I rarely care!
For, I saw the One, who is the source of all the happiness.
Did it last for moments?
Or vanished within a second?
I hardly bother!
For, in my heart, it’s engraved forever.